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Saturday, August 8, 2015

What's in a Name?

Mom and Dad, with Pimple Pants, Rusty, Jerry and Bert
Parents put a lot of thought and even prayer into the naming of their offspring.
Why, then, do they go to such lengths to never use those names?
My name is Diane. Mom loved that name, so, when I made my appearance, she was happy I was a girl. Now she could use it. Let's face it, 'Diane' for a boy just doesn't fit quite as well. But that's another story.
As a second name, she chose Louise, after my Aunt Louise. A really, really, sweet lady.
So, Diane Louise.
Works for me.
I called myself Tony. I'm not sure why.
My Mom's working name for me, however, was 'Pixie'.
?????
Occasionally, she would vary it.
“Oh, here's my little Pixie-Girl.”
Or, “What do you want, Sweet-Little-Pixie?”
I think it might have had something to do with my size.
Okay I know that, looking at me now, one would find this hard to believe, but, at one time, I was under height. And definitely under-weight.
Those were the days.
Sigh.
Moving on . . .
Later, when I was nine, I got my hair cut. Really short.
I loved it.
So did my Dad.
He changed my name to 'Mike'. I'm almost sure it had nothing to do with our dog. He of the same name.
Mom was horrified. “Mark! She has a perfectly good name. Use it!”
I know he was as bewildered as me. Ummm . . . which name? Diane? Louise? Pixie? Tony?
Are you beginning to see why I'm such a confused person?
So, 'Louie' I became.
????? again.
Mom retaliated by calling me, 'Diane'. For the first time in my life.
Then, my brother, George, got into the game.
His name for me was Bert.
Because.
Coming from someone whom Dad called 'Dard', and Jerry called 'Pimple Pants', I wasn't worried.
Rusty, or Chris as she had been christened, had no opinion.
Neither did Blair . . . er, 'Bare Blue', or 'The Great Root Blair'. Of course he was only two, so he could be excused.
And Anita was a baby. She was 'Sweetheart' or 'Sister'. One day to be known as 'Nutty Nita'.
Jerome got off easy.
Actually, that's a story in itself. He was always, 'Jerry' to everyone. Except when Mom got angry.
Then, he became Jerome Allen, or worse, Jerome Allen Stringam.
All the 'angry' names, as they are truly known.
But I've wandered from the point.
Which was me.
So, I've been through Diane, Louise, Tony, Pixie, Mike, Louie and Bert.
Now, my Honeybunny (don't ask) calls me, Honey. And my kids call me Mom.
Or grandma.
I'm so blessed.

16 comments:

  1. This resonated with me in so many ways -- loved it Diane Louise, Tony, Pixie Mike, Louie, Bert, Honey, Mom, Grandma and FRIEND!

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    1. Friend is one of the two best names, Carol! Right up there with Grandma!

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  2. My full name was used as the 'angry' name too. And I now cannot use it. I even changed my passport to reflect the abbreviated version.
    Though none of the names matter when they are said with love...

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    1. Funny how your middle name or names become the 'angry' ones! Yep. Anything said with love...ask my grandchildren. My Husby's little rats...

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  3. My dad always called me Flossie, no idea why. Mum stuck to the name she had given me.

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  4. My mother got our names wrong a lot, but not on purpose; she just mixed us up with our aunts and uncles, and vice versa. She is an equal-opportunity wrong-name-caller! And actually, I tend to do the same, especially when distracted. Once I even called my son by my own name ... erk!

    I love all the pet names you've had. But Delores is right, Grandma is the bestest.

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    1. Bwahahaha! I've even gotten the dog's name in there. Sigh. And Grandma is the best!

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  5. I think nick names are lovely - it's a sign of a close and loving family and I am quite envious of you (I now have you pictured as a pixie in my head so it's all a good thing!) ~ Leanne

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    1. I agree. Nick names are a sign of affection...

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  6. I love nicknames too. My parents named my sister and I Lana and Deanna and were constantly confusing us. Now my husband calls me Pook and I have no idea where it came from!

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  7. Very interesting blog. A lot of blogs I see these days don't really provide anything that attract others, but I'm most definitely interested in this one. Just thought that I would post and let you know.

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  8. Your family sounds like ours we all have nick names and it's been carried over to my family. I probably have 20 different names. Some I won't answer to. This made me remember though, I hadn't thought of it in years and I don't know why but my dad used to call me Weinerschnitzel go figure! I forgot that you and I share a middle name!

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