First of all, my apologies for not getting this one out on Thursday like I should have. But been dealing with NHS BS, which yet again proved ‘No one is coming’…not even for a physical illness. Then yesterday…well, I think I spent the day in live rehearsal of this one.
Today’s blog title is a saying from my childhood. One I heard many times from my Nanny. I have shared this story many times…
I was raised primarily by my great-grandmother, my Nanny. We lived in what was called a mill village. You see in the American South when a textile factory was built they most often built dozens small wood frame houses around it that they sold to the workers. Back in the days when you had company doctors and company stores too. Of course, Nanny and her friends had retired by the time I came along but they…
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