I'm going to go back and meara later, but for now just this:

My grandmother had a niece named after her, and they just called them Big and Little [Name] if it was ever relevant. So that's fun!

My grandmother was insistent on naming my mom, her first daughter, after her, but she also had many, many insecurities verging on pathologies around her own body and how people saw her. So first the rest of the family called the two of them Big Mem and Little Mem, but she refused to be Big; Old Mem and Young Mem got exactly one trial balloon, shot down fast and hard. So then she decreed that her daughter, although named after her, was never to be called by the same name, but would be known as Sunny, because "she looks like a fat little [outdated word for Inuit] sitting in the snow." Which was, naturally, just fabulous for her daughter's insecurities around her own body and how people saw her.

When I came along, my mom saw to it that I got my very own name and that's the name I was called, by everyone.

Family!

My condolences about your cousin, Cindy.

I had an Uncle Buddy (really Johnny) courtesy of my oldest cousin on that side, who also named all the grandparents before he could really pronounce things. So our mutual grandmother was known as Mamoo to just about everyone, including adults she met long after said cousin grew up. (She got off easy though, his other grandmother—Katie—was similarly branded "Ka-ka" for life.)

As proof that my brain hates me, I've been earwormed all day with a snippet of what I'm fairly sure is a Dave Matthews Band song. But being a Dave Matthews Band song, there are no lyrics distinct enough to stick in my mind so I could Google and track them down, and I've discovered in trying to find it that every damn Dave Matthews Band song sounds just like every OTHER Dave Matthews Band song.

I have come across a great many unconventional names while researching my genealogy.

At one family reunion I met some cousins whose father's name was R O [Lastname]. Those were not initials, those were his first and middle names. As they put it, "R O was all the name he ever had. R O was his legal name. He named himself 'Roger Olen' [Lastname] for purposes of enlistment when he turned 18."

I never found anyone who knew any of the backstory.

Aww, the name plurality discussion takes me back to TT and one of the first threads and Dana declaring, "There are too many Davids in this thread. I therefore declare each David shall be known by a different name." This is when Manservant Hecubus, Knut Hoarfrost, and...um, memfaulting on the others...came into being. Good times, good times.

Like Harry S Truman but more

That is some true facts, Matt

My grandpa did change his name to his nickname - Weed.

Your grandpa was legally Grandpa Weed? That is AWESOME.

Right? It was just his name when I was growing up but looking back it was amazing

There are too many Davids in this thread. I therefore declare each David shall be known by a different name."

I read that post as a lurker, and remembered it when I finally registered here to de-lurk.

He owned a ranch as a tax shelter so he needed a brand and he wanted the rocking WC but someone else had already registered that so his was the W C half-circle.

He was a pretty cool grandpa

I read about the Davids in the FAQ, I think? I still think of DavidS as Hec a lot of the time.