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I'm taking a risk here.
A big risk.
Sometimes, I easily entertain myself.
I thought I'd try this on you.
My Grandfather's given name was George Alfred.
My grandma always called him Alfred.
Everyone else called him George.
My Mom's given name was
Eleanor Eileen Beck.
Her parents (above)
always called her Eileen.
Everyone else called her Becky.
My Dad's given name was John Russell.
He hated the name John so he changed it
(not legally) to Jack.
But everyone called him Russ.
Or J.R, on occasion.
My sister's first born son
is Christopher G.
He married a gal named Shannon.
My brother's first born daughter
is named Shannon.
She married a boy
named Christopher G.
My sister's second son
is named Deacon.
My dad, who wasn't always good with names,
called the poor child,
Darrin, Duncan, Durwood...
anything but Deacon. Kind of like
Endora on Bewitched.
Deacon married a girl named
And of course,
I am Jill.
When I married,
a dear friend of ours
was our Best Man.
His name was Allen Thomas.
But everyone called him
You've probably already figured out that
I named Becky after my Mom, Becky.
Drives the medical community nuts because
Becky was a nickname for my Mom based
on her maiden name
and MY Becky is NOT short for Rebecca!
I also have a brother named Terence
who goes by Terry.
My best friends name is Theresa
but she goes by Terri.
Then I have a super good friend
she goes by Teresa.
And then there's the friend
who has daughters named
Alicia and Ashley.
Say those two names
fast a few times!
OK. If you've followed along,
you deserve an A+.
Or maybe I should say,
if you've just read all the way to the end,
you've earned it!