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My father, who passed away when I was seven, gave all his children at least one nickname. I always loved it when my siblings called me by one of my two nicknames: Gertrude or Theckla. It helped us keep him alive

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I absolutely love this. I think you should write more about this. A poem or prose. Thank you for sharing it with me. It stayed with me all day

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I'm still laughing over Chunk Lite Tuna! A joyous thing indeed, nicknames. Thank you for sharing this!

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I mean what the heck! I don't even remember why we call him that.

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"your little Nat King Cole" - priceless!

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Precocious beyond words

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My name must of been Karen because when I was introduced to people, they always called me Karen and I had to correct them . ( numerous times). Then I just quit trying although I felt bad because they couldn’t even say it right. Oh well. I can smile at it now.

Sharon 😊

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"I'm Sharon!!" You can imagine how much they butcher my name. I don't mind anymore

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Oh the joy of Nicknames! I’m Yoli and I adore it! Another favorite is Yo. My sons and great nieces and nephews are “angels”. My oldest son can be “Chuck” and my youngest “Scooby”.

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I knew a Yoli growing up. Each time I see your posts I think of her!

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Shemaiah, my kids, Wuskit and The Bear, would recognize this pattern. Thanks for passing the memories along.

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Wuskit!? HAHAHA

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