Last night I had dinner at the
Mexicali Grill with three of my girlfriends.
Well, unfortunately, we are hardly GIRLS anymore, that’s for sure. But as we were sitting around the table yakking
over our Margaritas, it occurred to me that anyone who knew our names (Donna,
Judy, Nancy and Barbara) could place us instantaneously in our generation.
People just aren’t naming their kids those
names these days and while I sometimes think that names such as ours will make
a comeback when today’s new borns wax nostalgic over their grandmothers, in
my experience that hasn’t happened yet. Of course, it's way too soon to tell. None of the four of us "girls" is a grandmother much less a great-grandmother. In my heart, though, I think that most likely our names will go the way of
Bertha, Doris, Florence and Lois.
Before our daughter Carrie was born,
Greg and I joked that we could make two “old” ladies very happy and name our
kid “Lois Lois Lambert Hale” as both of our mothers were named Lois. Instead, we decided to go with Carrie after Greg’s
grandmother who I never met but felt I knew because he spoke of her so fondly. Our other choices, when we decided to go with a family name (Cora, Georgianna and Beulah), seemed hopelessly old fashioned to us at the time.
Well, that has nothing to do with the
photos I am going to post today but the name thing has been circling my brain
so I had to get it out. I am going to
reach into my archives and post a few pictures that I took earlier this summer.
Recently, the weather here has not been conducive to outside picture taking so my camera hasn't gotten the workout it deserves. We’re
definitely in the dog days. We have
gotten a fair amount of rain but it has come to us with little warning in downpours falling violently in
sheets causing flash flood warnings and a lot of run off. Well, it is rain and no matter how it comes...in a cloudburst, in sheets, in a downpour or as cats and dogs, we
need it.
After all, what’s in a name? That which we call rain by any other name
would smell as sweet.
Sorry, Shakespeare.
