Recently, while Dear Wife and I were dining out, a small boy in an adjacent booth pointed across the room and shouted, "There's my first grade teacher!" That started a conversation between us about the teachers we had, their names and the schools we attended.
I was amazed that Dear Wife could name many of her teachers, beginning with the first grade and on through high school. And how many could yours truly name? Few, very few, indeed.
I can think of one major reason that she could and I could not. She loved school, (she proved that by becoming a teacher), while I barely tolerated it. I could name just three teachers in the elementary schools I attended, none in junior high and four in my high school. Give me a plus for remembering an elementary principal by name.
I have always been interested in people's names, particularly ones that seemed unusual (they called her Austin because she was born in the Texas state capitol).
My extended family gave their children names popular in their time, but called them other names. Henry was called HARRY, Jane was called ELEANOR, Agnes was called JANE (Jeanie in Ireland), William was called BUBBA, Lester was called DUKE, and Marie was called TOSSIE. Go figure.
What's in a name? Just about whatever suits your purpose, I suppose.
More, later.
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