Susan's niece asked to borrow a book last week and tucked inside were two letters from Susan's Nanny.They were written well over twenty years ago, before any of Susan's nieces were born, back when Susan could still lose ten pounds in a week by staying away from sugar and white bread.
She was a good Nanny; quick to bust out a song or a story about the old days or scare you off with a glimpse of her arthritic toes.
In this letter, Nanny's sending Susan three dollars for her birthday and reminiscing about the weekend the family was together to bury her son, Susan's Uncle Butch.
Somewhere there's a picture of Wild Bill holding eggs up to his eyes and making everybody laugh.
Thanks for the memory, Nanny.
Catch you later.
