The subject of today's featured photo is Anna Schellhardt. The photos actually come from Aunt Betty Schellhardt's album and I saw it for the first time just recently. Now, let's talk about Nanny. Stories about Nanny run the gamut. Depending on whom, Nanny was a tough old lady who was mean and cranky or she was a generous woman who gave the shirt off of her back to anyone who needed it. Unfortunately, the "mean" stories outnumber the "nice" stories. I always imagined an iron-fisted matriarch who kept her brood in line and didn't have time for the warm fuzzy stuff. Granted, there was good reason - she went through a lot in life. Her father died when she a baby, she lived in an orphanage for a time, she lost her husband when she was in her 40s, she outlived a son, and on and on.
When I was little, Nanny was a feeble woman living in a nursing home. The Nanny I knew was slight and hunched over in her chair. She wasn't the spirited, domineering woman that I would come to know through the stories told about her.
But before Nanny was Nanny, before she was a mother and a wife, she was just a girl. A girl who had a pretty smile for the camera. I can almost here her laughing.