I think this photo was taken in the roaring 20's, long before she was my Nanny Goat, and long before she was even married.
I assumed this photo was lost in our house fire. The other items I had of hers met that fate. This weekend I picked up a book and out fell this photo.
Why this photo was in that book - any book, I can't tell you. And the fact that I had flipped through that book since being home makes this even more, curious. Having the photo placed in my hands at this time is an early Christmas gift.
And just in case you were wondering ... Nanny Goat was born December 25, 1900. Christmas Day. 1900.
Nanny Goat and I didn't have that much time together. Doesn't matter, she filled me with enough love to last me my lifetime and she inspires me today.
Even though it's in the 50's in Richmond, there's Christmas magic in the air.
Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.