I cite this artifact, by the way, in support
of my perennial preference to be called
“Andy.”
Pappy went by
the same patronymic nickname, in true
Scandinavian* fashion, but primarily among
his colleagues
at
Valley College: Roger Anton, Bill
Brenizer, and Ellis Spackman — his
occasional Saturday-morning tennis partners
at Perris Hill Park. I never heard Mammy call
him that, nor any other member of the family.
Nor, as far as I recall, anybody at Church.
Me, I became “Andy” in junior
high school and have managed to propagate the
sobriquet pretty generally among colleagues,
classmates, and Church friends. But
Valerie stoutly insists that I’m
“Richard,” and it’s only
recently that some family contemporaries
(Brent,
Dave
Wright, and others) have been willing to
go along.
Just as long as they
don’t call me
“ Dick.
”
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Weren’t we cute?
If Pappy put out
a photographic Christmas card before I came
along, I don’t have a copy. This seems
to be the first of the
series.
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