“Tradition is a guide, not a jailer.”
– W. Somerset Maugham
If you are a grandparent, what is your grandparent nickname?
Question # 2: How was it determined?
I ask because my brother and I were looking for family photos and came across one of a grandmother, our mother’s mother to be exact.
We called her MAM-maw and it was spelled “Mamma” – Mama with a double “M”.
“Why?” He asked.
I shrug my shoulders.
Our other grandmother, my father’s mother, was called “Grandma”. I have no idea how this was decided. In both cases, our grandfathers seemed to be given the male version of the designation.
I asked my mom how these nicknames came about, and she said she didn’t know. It sort of happened and sort of worked.
Maybe that’s because there are so many grandparent nicknames to choose from.
Here is a list for grandmothers of Grand parent magazine: Babo, Bamba, Bama, Dally Gammy, GaGA, G-Dawg, Gea, GeeMa, Layla, MayMay, MeMom, Minny, Moomoo, NotherMother, Pampa, YaYo and Yanna.
Grandfathers include: Badda, BigBop, Buck, Buster, Buzzy, Coach, Dabadoo, DeDad, Grando, Grumps, Panda, Papi, Papster, Poppers, Puggles, Slick and Wampa.
Okay, some seem pretty dumb, but there’s a constant fondness about them that we all understand.
In my own family, there is a nickname of grandmother that always makes us laugh – it’s that of my great-grandmother, my father’s grandmother.
Every photo we have of her shows a tall, sturdy farmer, who can face the camera, but never smiles for it.
My dad said they were always urged to call her “Mrs. Kirby”.
And you? If you have any ideas on the grandparents name and its unspoken rules of engagement, email me at email@example.com.
THE JOKE OF THE DAY : An out-of-state couple have moved to a new neighborhood. The next morning, while having a late breakfast, the woman looked out the back window and saw her neighbor hanging the laundry on a clothesline.
“These sheets are not very clean,” said the woman. “I don’t think our neighbor knows how to wash properly. Maybe she needs better laundry soap.”
Her husband was silent, but over the weeks his wife would often mention the shortcomings in their neighbor’s laundry skills.
Finally, after about a month, the woman looked out the window one morning and was surprised to see a nice, clean laundry drying on the line.
“She’s finally right,” she said. “I wonder who made him change?”
“No one,” the husband said softly. “I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows.”
Bill Kirby has reported, photographed and commented on life in Augusta and Georgia for 45 years.