Nicknames

Mom and Joe, aka Rathole, Covington

 Do you have a nickname?  There was a family in the rural community where I grew into my teen years that had nicknames for most of the family.  The Covingtons had Doodle and Tootsie, two I recall at this time.  Oh, Cub was another of the brothers as well as Rathole.  Jet was the mom's nickname.  Doodle gave my Sis #1 her nickname, Racehorse, cause she could outrun everyone else.  She was thin and had long legs.  

During one of the last two sister times in McKinney, we sisters were discussing one of the Covington family's granddaughters.   Suddenly, Sis #1 asked, "Did Doodle die?"  I could not help myself.  I started giggling and rapidly repeating the question.  Then all of us four began laughing.  It was the kind of laughter that allows some of the stress to flow away on the gales of laughter.  Sis #1 grabbed her phone and within a minute had the answer.  Doodle indeed had passed away just a few days before our gathering.  The answer came, "Doodle did did".  

Strange how some words or phrases will stick with us through the decades of life.  Words we utter as children become catchphrases within a family.  Our son said rainbrella instead of umbrella;  bagoose rather than caboose.  He called Sis #1 MakMak instead of Margaret and Sisue instead of Suzie.  Nandad for Grandad and the list goes on.  So Sis #1 is called MakMak by many in the family.  Others called her Maggie.  Suzie is actually a nickname for Sue.  Machew Pow is actually Matthew Powell.

In my 'I don't care' stage

Needing to be a  girl stage

Daddy gave me the nickname Sam.  It has not one thing to do with my name, more my attitude, I guess.  He even had a rhyme to go with the name.  She's Sam cause she doesn't give a damn.   Once I hit puberty I informed the world I did care and I wanted to use my girl name, Janice.  For a the most part, folks complied with my demand request.  But there is still one guy, Joe Covington that still calls me Sam.  Yes, he is Rathole.

Just for the record, I have entered/returned to the I just don't give a care stage.  You can call me Sam, Jan, Wench, whatever.  Just do not forget to call me for supper.

Take care and love,

Sam

Scanning and Steps

Let me apologize for not posting much the last few days.  Between a new goal of 10,000 steps a day and the scanning project there was no time for a blog post.  There is, also, the shoulder, arm and hand discomfort that is aggravated by the scanning project.  The discomfort has been relieved by ice, heat and specific exercises and stretching.  That takes even more time from the blog writing.

To make up for the lack of blogging I share a sampling of the 980 photos I scanned this week.  Not  much retouching if any at all.  Most are pictures of  my side of the  family tree.  A couple I have not figured out anyone in the photos.  Others are filled with loved ones long since passed.  Enjoy and peace to all.

Janice