The one thing they cannot ban is my memory. I had a black nanny when I was a child in the 60’s. Her name was Tillie. I called her “mammie”. My family was certainly not of any means, but those were different days, like when you had a milkman and doctors made house calls. I vaguely recall how my family helped her out. When we got our first color TV, she was given our old black and white set. All I have is fond memories of her, like taking walks to the drug store to buy penny candy or a pretzel stick. At Christmas she would give my family a basket of oranges from her family in FL. I remember her showing me on a map where FL was. (It was a jigsaw puzzle of the 50 states.) Somehow that was a big deal, at least it was to her and that made it a big deal to me. It’s weird how I can remember little things like that and I can’t recall things from last week.
and I can’t recall things from last week.
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Consider that a blessing.