Kay, in her Musings today, asked about nicknames. It got me thinking about growing up. My brother Ed considered it his mission to give all the neighborhood kids* colorful and yet strangely appropriate nicknames. Some persist to this day, for better or worse.
This past weekend my brother and his wife had a get together of the old gang, sadly somewhat diminished in number. Still, I think it's notable that my brother has maintained closeness with his childhood friends and I have a couple honorary brothers because of it.
It was nice to be around people and lots of good food from my brother's outdoor kitchen. He and his wife run a way-stop camp ground for bicyclists who are riding across the state. Their house (not pictured) was built in the late 1700's and was a stop for wagons and coaches for many years.
*What happened to neighborhood kids all out playing in yards and schoolyards. Where do kids go these days??
Anyway, I have had several nicknames with various stories attached to how they came to be, but my given name, Olga, is a family name. Maybe double family name -- as I was named after my mother's favorite sister who died from cancer in the early 1940's. She also happened to be my father's first wife (and, let's face it, probably favorite wife). Kind of a complex psychological burden of a name I think!
All the same, one of my honorary brothers did tell me how much he used to love being with our family. we were so much fun. Not always, maybe, but you know, on the whole that was true.
I am fortunate no matter what else you call me.