I digress; this is supposed to be a positive story. An account of events in my life that will hopefully, uplift your spirit. As you read on, you will find that I tend to delve deep into the lessons of life. I jump into the deep end of the pool without knowing how to swim. There has always been a life preserver which came in different forms, but always the same. No, we’re not going to church right now, but we will get there.Little Eddie is what they called me, except for my grandmother. Hannah called me Pookie. You know, one of those grandmother names that only she called you, usually in front of your friends, which caused great embarrassment. You had to love her for the ribbing she caused. Hannah’s Pookie could do no wrong. Anything I wanted I received. She spoiled me rotten. If mamma wouldn’t get it, I’d tell nanna and it was mine. All I had to do was keep nanna entertained during her drunken stupor. “Pookie, sing for nanna”. “Dance for nanna Pookie”. I used to make out like a bandit. The coins always flowed in my direction.
Nanna wasn’t the only person who spoiled me. Unlike most children, I had two sets of Godparents. Ms. Hazel Drake and Mr. Andre Hendricks were single friends of Joyce who always had a gift for the important days in a young boys life. You know, birthday, Christmas, and some times Easter. Let’s not forget graduation days. I could always expect a money card from each of them. I didn’t spend much time with Mr. Hendricks. Ms. Hazel, however, was a barmaid at Kittle’s with Nanna. Ms. Hazel and Nanna were best friends, which is why she became my Godmother. Joyce didn’t have much say on choosing a name for me or as well as whom my godparents would be. She conceded to avoid conflict with her mother.
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3 comments:
So far I am loving it and yearning to read more. I have laughed a few times. "Pookie" yeah, that stirred up some memories. What did Uncle Charlie call you?
I got Jacqui's name Jannine Jill that's so cool
J names are pretty neat and you are surrounded by them.
Uncle Charlie called me Eddie.
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