My dad was the dean of nicknames. He was the oldest boy in his family and he had names for all his brothers and that is what he called them all of the time. Ewell was "Witt", Jeff was "Labs" (we thought that was long for lbs. since Jeff was heavy, and Marvin was "Skeet". That name stuck so well that no one remembers that his name was really Marvin. I think they called Daddy "Bud" but since he was always the primary user of nicknames, that didn't stick either.
Then he came to his own children (Mama never called any of us by any of these names and she did not call Daddy's brothers by his chosen nickname. And I mean never).
Autry was Unc; Velna was Bolny; Julia was Bait; Betty was Peaches; Jennie was Ticky Wicky; I don't know what Jim was...yes, he was Parson --Rose Marie was Pug and I was Shag. What made me think of this was I could not remember what the long term was and finally I remembered. It was "The Constabulated Shag". I don't know what any of this means. Neither did he. But he liked nicknames and he carried them forward to his grandchildren: Harry was "Man", and Susan was "Mouse". That would set Velna off on a tirade but Daddy did not notice or care about tirades from his children.
I just don't want these names to die completely. I don't want anyone else to call me by my nickname; I just want someone to remember this strange fact about Daddy.
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