Yesterday one of my nieces on FB began asking on our family group site about a woman who was my “nanny” before the word came into common usage. Stories were traded back and forth and then someone wanted to know what she looked like.
In looking through my photos (I only recall one of her that was ever in my possession) my long lost SS card fell out from between some B&W photos. This one doesn’t have my middle name on it, and I’m inclined to use it instead of the other. It was missing for three years.
I lost Elen’s Social Security card when I was dotty after hitting my head, but it turned up a couple of years later, after she’d already gotten a replacement.
Elen phoned this morning. Friday is her birthday (23). She is bored, but she has her own room, for now, and is supposed to go to Arizona and do some stuff later this spring.