This autobiography is about how truth can set you free once you go back in time and realize where you really came from as a child. It’s about how one white child out of many that grew up in Florida were raised, nurtured, loved, educated and cared for by black American women and men. In my case, it was my nanny, our maid, and our family foreman. World War II and the Korean War were over and began a period of American prosperity which was not so prosperous for black Americans. Just like in the movie, “The Help” where black women were depicted as being the backbone of Southern homes raising children, cleaning and cooking meals for white families, my story is more singular in nature and is about myself and the three most important black Americans in my life growing up as a white child in Orlando. If you are not aware of how blacks were treated you sh ...