Rene Zimmerman was an old German lady who was a babysitter of mine when I was a little girl about five or six. She was a widow, and a friend of my grandma Ruth. Her two sons, George and Jody, were the age of my parents, and veterans of World War II, as was my dad. Jody was a prisoner of war in Japan for three years.
As a babysitter, Rene was okay with me, because she was a great cook and had a porch swing. She could also read your palm and tell your fortune. She made great pies, homemade dumplings, potato salad, and cookies. We would sit in the porch swing and play Old Maid.