Do you remember how, when you were in grade school, there were always those few unfortunate kids that had a name that sounded like something funny? Actually, I was one of those kids. I was a sensitive child, and my last name rhymes with "crier". You can imagine the fun my school-yard enemies had with that one. There was another girl in my after-school program who's last name was Funk, which was highly amusing. A few of the kids had been exposed to the popular obscenity which shared three out of the four letters in the poor girl's last name. These few kids who were 'in the know' about the no-no words were more than willing to utter the word among small huddled groups of kids, who would subsequently explode in a fit of giggling and gasping. Less damaging variations on names included a boy named Flemming, who we called either Flamingo or Lemming. We would tease the poor kid mercilessly, saying, "Hey Flemming, why don't you stand on one leg, or run off a cliff?" Children can be so cruel. But then so can parents! My grandmother once told me she had a friend named Richard Head. Maybe it's a generational thing, but I would think that parents would have refrained from the more vulgar name games. I was almost named Blue Sky. First name Blue, middle name Sky. The variation Sky Blue is also in my baby book. I'm comforted to know that, in their flash of hippie lunacy, at least my parents considered some alternatives. And what about the people who have the same or similar first and last names. You know, like John Johnson, or Steven Stevenson. No joke, my third grade Phys. Ed. teacher had the first and last name Hogwart. He was foreign. That's right Mr. Hogwart Hogwart. You would think that if parents wanted to repeat a name, they would at least choose one that was better than a swine's skin affliction! Oh, the trials and tribulations of childhood. But here is something that I'm sure the kid's made mince meat of ... (or maybe mince pie?)http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061221/ap_on_re_us/the_christmases
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