I don't know why Daddy had nicknames for lots of us but he did. I guess I never knew what mine was until I was older. I think it was all done in good fun. As I think back over the names I don't think they were very complimentary but as the saying goes, "It is what it is."
Daddy called mama "battle axe." I don't know if he called her that to her face or just jokingly said it in my presence. He called me "Mullet head." Isn't that awful? I was a pretty little girl I'll have you know. I don't think he was referring to the common mullet haircut that young men wear sometimes today. Herschel, my brother, was called "Perce." Neither of us have a clue where that came from nor why.
Art had a unique name. As a little baby his feet were on top of each other. The doctor said they had to be straightened or he would never walk a step. We took him to a specialist in Montgomery and he fashioned a pair of Buster Brown high top white shoes with something on the soles where a silver metal bar could be attached to both shoes to hold his feet apart. It worked and as he lay in his bed at night kicking his legs the shoes with the bar made a loud sound. Daddy quickly started calling him "scrap iron."
I don't recall any of the other family members having names designated by daddy and that may be a good thing or...it may mean we were especially "special."
True stories are the best, don't you think? Have a great day!
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