Friday, June 13

Call Me "Bugs"



Or NOT! Very rarely do I like to look at photos of myself or talk about myself. I talk a lot and I mean A LOT about things I have done and tell other's stories but in all honesty, don't dig too deep when it comes to me, myself and Bugs. Bugs was my nickname as a child. The story goes that my dad and grandpa were looking at me in the nursery of the hospital and one of them said I wasn't any bigger than a potato bug. Shorten that and I became Bugs. That name has produced different emotions as time has gone by. After my mother and father divorced, I did not hear my dad call me that again. My mom did, however and often. When I was younger, I liked it when she called me Bugs because that was my special name for her alone. In my teen years and early twenties, being such a mature person (yeah), I really despised it and cringed whenever my mom called me that in front of friends or in public. Now, I love it again and realize how special a nickname is. What it means to have someone like or love you enough to call you a "pet" name. An endearment, a time honored "tag" that evokes emotions like many other words, ordinary everyone, words can't.








Another nickname I had came from my grandparents. I was very close to both of them when I was younger. My grandma is part German and called me weitz or weitzy. I love and have always loved this name. No matter how many times they have called me this name, my heart still starts beating slightly faster with pride. It could have meant big cow butt and it still would make me puff up with pride that I had a my own special name from birth from people I loved very much.


My cousin Faith, one of the funniest people you will ever meet, is the person who got me thinking about the picture below. This is little 'ole me feeding my grandma's chickens. We used to "milk" the chickens. I would say this every time we went to feed the chickens and my sweet grandma would laugh every time. This picture hung on my grandma's living room wall for many years before she gave it to me for Christmas one year. It holds a special place in my heart full of good memories and innocence. Bringing back the days I would line up my grandma's shoes in her living room and put each pair on her over and over again like a fashion show. Or my grandpa taking us grandkids for rides in the cart behind his lawnmower, their dog Wolfer trailing us the whole way.

My mom and dad on my Baptism Day.


What on earth were they feeding me?



The yellow pants don't bother me, what does are the pants I am wearing in this picture!



9 comments:

Faith said...

Oh Sheri I love all these pictures. The yellow pants look like the fathers day cards Tayna just posted the other day for fathers day. I agree with you on the ones you are wearing. Told you that you were cute. I was to big to ride in the cart behind the lawn mower but sure do remember you all riding it in. How young your parents look. I never knew the stroy behind bug. Cool thanks for sharing your pictures.

Faith said...

oops I meant bugs.

Tanya said...

It's funny that you fail to mention my nickname for you, "cornnut". ;)

That first picture reminds me so much of Spencer! Wow! So cute!

Anonymous said...

Sheri,
You were adorable! Even if you were wearing goofy pants :) Oh, and if there is a story behind "cornnut" I'd really like to hear it.

Pam

Tipper said...

Very sweet post. Nicknames make me feel special too.

Brandy said...

I love posts like this...it gives us a glimpse into the past! I really should do one of these someday!

I agree that nicknames are special and I loved reading about yours! :)

Your pictures flash me back to my own pictures when I was about that age. The same clothes, the same furniture, etc! :)

Great post - thanks for sharing!!

Sheri said...

**shaking finger at Tanya**LOL!

Thanks for stopping by Tipper!

Thanks for saying I was cute you guys. I seriously wish I still had hair like that but I like my teeth a little better these days!

Brandy, I find as I get older I am more and more fascinated with the past. Not in a bad way, just more interested. I think you should do a post too! I will keep an eye out for it, hint hint!

Razor Family Farms said...

What a darling little girl you were! I love the picture of you in the laundry basket! I used to love to sit in the laundry basket!

Oh, and I should probably tell you that I wasn't actually sitting on the edge of the dam when that picture was taken.. I was sitting at the overlook on the Arizona side. LOL! Any pictures taken of my on the bridge would have been destroyed. I cried the length of it!

Blessings!
Lacy

Sheri said...

Lacy, my mom said I was a very good girl and loved to sit in that basket!

To tell you the truth, for some unknown reason, I am terrified of heights! I would have cried right with you!