I was dashing off a quick email to a friend and signed my name, "Lucy Gooch." I am sure that is not the name he expected to see and it is not one I expected to sign, but there you go. My first husband always called me "Lucy." I am sure it was a term of endearment and I think that he usually referred to me as Lucy except when he was mad. When he was upset with me, it was "Nickel Bred Gutter Rat", but that is water under the bridge.
When we were kids growing up at home, I was Louella Beth. Not Louella, but Louella Beth. Josephine! (Her middle name was Anne and we sometimes called her JoAnne.) Delbert Leroy! (And for some reason we called him "Jake".) Donna Faye! Mary Belle! and Dorothy May! Guess it was a southern thing, although I do not consider Kansas southern. Course it is more southern than Nebraska. And that is how we went through life with mother nipping at our heels.
The "Gooch" part came from the feed sacks and flour sacks that mother tediously unraveled the stitching on so she could have pretty fabric to sew something. Ah, those were the good old days! I fell heir to a pile of those recently and listed them on ebay. Bear in mind that they were less then a yard of material and I sold one to a lady in Korea for $48.00 + shipping! Most of them went to a lady in Georgia at $10.00 each. I would love to come across some of those again. Back on topic.
When I was newly divorced and working in Hutchinson, I wandered into the Red Carpet Restaurant and was hired as a cook. The owner was named Bob and he decided I should be called "Lou" as opposed to Louella Beth. So Lou Seeger was born. I worked for that man 6 years before I finally opened my own restaurant which I named "Lou's Kitchen". By that time the last name had changed from Seeger to a couple different names. Then came Colorado and a couple more name changes before I met my dear Kenny Mercer. Lou Mercer was born in 1983 and carries on to this day. However, Kenny did not call me Lou unless he was testy with me and the only place Louella appears is on the marriage license. As soon as we started dating I became "Luther", and Luther I remained until he passed in 2003.
And there you have it, my ramblings for today. I miss Kenny. I probably always will. And Duane remains a fond memory. If I ever meet a man and he calls me "Lucy" or "Luther", I may stick that third finger left hand in a gold band again, but I just ain't thinking that is going to happen. Did have one that called me "Bella" for a while, but lost track of that little fellow. And speaking of lost things, has anyone seen my glasses?
When we were kids growing up at home, I was Louella Beth. Not Louella, but Louella Beth. Josephine! (Her middle name was Anne and we sometimes called her JoAnne.) Delbert Leroy! (And for some reason we called him "Jake".) Donna Faye! Mary Belle! and Dorothy May! Guess it was a southern thing, although I do not consider Kansas southern. Course it is more southern than Nebraska. And that is how we went through life with mother nipping at our heels.
The "Gooch" part came from the feed sacks and flour sacks that mother tediously unraveled the stitching on so she could have pretty fabric to sew something. Ah, those were the good old days! I fell heir to a pile of those recently and listed them on ebay. Bear in mind that they were less then a yard of material and I sold one to a lady in Korea for $48.00 + shipping! Most of them went to a lady in Georgia at $10.00 each. I would love to come across some of those again. Back on topic.
When I was newly divorced and working in Hutchinson, I wandered into the Red Carpet Restaurant and was hired as a cook. The owner was named Bob and he decided I should be called "Lou" as opposed to Louella Beth. So Lou Seeger was born. I worked for that man 6 years before I finally opened my own restaurant which I named "Lou's Kitchen". By that time the last name had changed from Seeger to a couple different names. Then came Colorado and a couple more name changes before I met my dear Kenny Mercer. Lou Mercer was born in 1983 and carries on to this day. However, Kenny did not call me Lou unless he was testy with me and the only place Louella appears is on the marriage license. As soon as we started dating I became "Luther", and Luther I remained until he passed in 2003.
And there you have it, my ramblings for today. I miss Kenny. I probably always will. And Duane remains a fond memory. If I ever meet a man and he calls me "Lucy" or "Luther", I may stick that third finger left hand in a gold band again, but I just ain't thinking that is going to happen. Did have one that called me "Bella" for a while, but lost track of that little fellow. And speaking of lost things, has anyone seen my glasses?
