Thursday, October 30, 2008
Whats In A Name?
My two daughters call me mother and when they get perturbed they say mooothurrr. Mother seems rather formal for me so I don't know how that got started. My siblings and I called our parents mama and daddy. When their first grandchild came along she couldn't pronounce grandma. It came out Mema and I guess Papaw sort of rhymed and then the next 13 grandkids followed suite. Now my Daddy had several aunts. Aunt Essie, aunt Agnes, aunt Alice, aunt Stella and then there was Myrtle. I wonder why she didn't deserve to be called aunt? Maybe because she was a snobby person? She was. Aunt Essie we called aunt but we didn't know her. She lived in our area but had married a man who didn't want ther to have much to do with her family so why did we call her aunt when we never talked to her? My three uncles weren't called uncle just Harold, Jesse, and Raymond. Our grandparents were called grandma Morgan and Grandpa Jennings. I guess that was to distinguish them from the other grandparents before I was born or old enough to know what a grandpa was. There was four kids in our family and we were never called by a knick name, always our proper name. Bobby was not named Robert, he was Bobby. Patsy was not Patricia, she was Patsy, and then there was Maxine and Pauline. When we were growing up there was a mexican family catty cornered across the street. They adopted Gladys and Hope but they pronounced it Hope-ie. Our mama would let us go over and play with the girls. I was completely fasinated by the woman of the house. She wore her hair up with dangling earrings and rouge on her cheeks. She had fancy bottles of perfume on her dresser. Can you imagine the awe a little country bumpkin felt? When I would go home I would say Mrs. Reyes said this and Mrs. Reyes said that, and Mrs. Reyes did this. Finally my mama got so tired of hearing Mrs. Reyes she told me if I ever hear you call her Mrs. again I will spank you until you can't set down. Boy! Did that burst my bubble. What was I suppose to call a diva like this? In school and sunday school we were taught to have respect for our elders. I was very careful to skirt around her name for a while. Another girl I played with called her mama Pookie. I didn't think I would try that on my mama.