One morning my phone rang early and I heard my cousin Jim's voice.
"I always think of the fire first."
"No. I am talking about the day Tommy and I were making bombs in the big garage on the back of the yard and it caught fire.
Nanny had a fit and called the firemen and the police came too."
" Do you remember that refrigerator?
"You remember how Nanny kept her vegetable leavings in a jar in the refrigerator until there was enough to make her delicious soup."
Jimmy and I talked and talked and talked.
I told him about my night with Nanny at the Visualite Theater.
" I was surprised when Nanny invited me to come with her to the Visualite Movie on Elizabeth Avenue to see a British movie, The Lavender Hill Mob, starring Alec Guiness.
I had never seen a British movie. I was a Junior at Central High School and considered myself reasonably sophisticated for an evening with Nanny.
Lights down, previews played and then the Feature Movie. Her daughters, my aunts, called her an anglophile. "Mama loves to read British mysteries and magazines." Within five minutes after the movie started Nanny began laughing out loud- - and so did I. It was a different kind of comedy for me. I was caught by it as we sat in uncomfortable seats for 88 minutes.
As the lights came back on Nanny picked up her bag. She leaned over to me, "well, what do you think?"
Outside Nanny pointed to her car in the parking lot - laughing she said " ah there she is --
That was her name for the new car and she loved saying it.
These days I often wear Nanny's long string of cosmetic pearls when I tell stories - especially about.
I wish I could have told her what I saw when my husband Jim and I went to London. I could have told her that now I know that her grandparents came to the United States in 1849- - from London - -
well - no wonder she was an anglofile - - and I am grateful she shared it with me.