Good comment Harry. Six kids in my family. In the late 50's we had a black nanny to herd us around the place - Bertha. She cleaned, did laundry and kept us in line. She was jolly and very good to us and we absolutely adored her. When we moved to grandpas farm in 1962 that was the last we saw of her. In 1968 I was in the small town we lived near at my girlfriends birthday party. I walked outside at some point to get some air and had this very strong feeling that I just "had to go home". I didn't hesitate and jumped into the car and drove the 3 miles home. There was a strange car in the driveway and a black couple came off the porch when I got out of the car. It was Bertha and her husband. Suffice to say it was a very teary reunion. I showed them around and we sat on the porch and I filled them in on what everyone was up to. After some time I felt a little pressure to get back to the party and told them to please come back again. Her husband asked if he could fill their trunk with horse manure - we had plenty. I told him to take all he wanted and to come back for more anytime. Unfortunately, they never came back. Everyone in the family would have welcomed them.
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