when i was a kid i was known asTricia or Treesha.
being the awkward, attention seeking child i was, i wanted to be PAT.
i have four brothers and everyone of us had a nickname growing up.
pud, deacon or stiss, buck which became huck, honk and mag.
guess which one was me?
THEIR own names were mrs. pud and fath.
(our last name was rice so you can see a connection there?)
my 2nd oldest brother was the one responsible for nicknaming everyone in the family.
he randomly decided on the name you were given and was relentless in using it.
soon everyone else joined in.
everyone in the neighbourhood had their own nickname.
kids, adults, shopkeepers, teachers, friends and neighbours alike.
after a while no one knew anyone's real names.
if you said 'there goes Mr. Smith?'
the reaction was, "who?"
'oh right, you mean bandy andy.'
the next door neighbour had grown up during the depression and suffered rickets as a child i believe.
tub, jake, neg, tardis, basher, bandy, dolphis are some of the ones that still come to mind. you'd have to ask deacon, whose real name was michael, what the relevance of most of those names were.
i remember one day a visitor to the street, a nicknameless outsider, asked, 'why do you all have such weird names?'
nobody knew why.
it just was.
i got so fed up with being called honk that i would scream.
and then, being boys, they just stopped calling me by any name at all.
i was just their sister and girls had little value then.
so to pat.
i wish i'd stayed as treesh, or tricia.
but i refused to answer to that anymore.
they should have called me contrary mary.
my parents, mrs pud and fath, continued to ignore my request for 'pat'.
to my mother i was patreesha.
the i sound was pronounced as an ee.
(that was our geordie accent).
my grandmother wasn't a geordie.
she called me 'pratisha'.