Some one asked me what my husband called me. Louella, Lou......Well, it was Luther. From the first date until the day he lost the ability to speak, I was Luther. Funny how that worked and thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes, because I know the no one will ever call me that again. He never called me honey, or sweetie and sure as hell never darling. Luther. Now I am Lou. Just plain Lou. Few people even know my full name even more do not even care.
My first husband called me Peanut, or Bitch, depending on his mood. I became Lou when I entered the work force at the Red Carpet Restaurant. Bob Bailey deemed that I should be Lou Seeger. And from that day forward I was Lou. The last name changed with amazing regularity , but I remained Lou.
Funny how we pick up our little nicknames isn't it? When I was in third grade my nickname was Mudpie. That only lasted through my friendship with Barbara Hawk. After her brother got into the upper grades that name faded.
All these years later it kind of makes me kind of sad to know that my nickname days are over; to know that I will never be somebody's darling, or sweetie, or Luther. But that is why we call it "life" isn't it?
My first husband called me Peanut, or Bitch, depending on his mood. I became Lou when I entered the work force at the Red Carpet Restaurant. Bob Bailey deemed that I should be Lou Seeger. And from that day forward I was Lou. The last name changed with amazing regularity , but I remained Lou.
Funny how we pick up our little nicknames isn't it? When I was in third grade my nickname was Mudpie. That only lasted through my friendship with Barbara Hawk. After her brother got into the upper grades that name faded.
All these years later it kind of makes me kind of sad to know that my nickname days are over; to know that I will never be somebody's darling, or sweetie, or Luther. But that is why we call it "life" isn't it?
