My nanny, Antonia, was as ugly as was lovely and intelligent. I can assure you she was extraordinarily brilliant and had a heart of gold. In her later years, she lived in a respectable home for older people, where strange things sometimes occurred. I often visited, spending a few hours with her. Despite her poor health, we laughed as she more and again recounted stories about my mother as a child and my grandparents, who had hired her as a maid in 1926 when she was just twelve. She never left, staying with them throughout her life and bringing her […]