cur-mud-geon: anyone who hates hypocrisy and pretense and has the temerity to say so; anyone with the habit of pointing out unpleasant facts in an engaging and humorous manner
Nicknames have been intriguing for me for a long time. As regular readers know, I also have had the habit, since being a very young man, of watching the obituary columns daily. It is sometimes interesting to see the nicknames by which people desired to be remembered, or by which their loved ones remember them.
As a kid, my friends labeled me ‘alley cat’ since my first name is Alan and since that was what they came up with for whatever reason. I sincerely doubt that will be a part of my future other than for class reunions. There are nicknames that come into being for an event of some kind, or for hobbies, or for military service, or for being a ‘biker’. There is much behind many nicknames while other nicknames are easily explained.
I am stumped by a nickname that appeared in the obituary this morning for Mr. Terry L. Kison who passed at the young age of 57 years. His nickname was “Turd”.
That is the first time I recall seeing or hearing that nickname. It is obvious that it had become a term of endearment or it wouldn’t have been prominently mentioned in his obituary. There has to be a ‘back story’, but I’ll probably never know what it is unless someone who knows Mr. Kison reads this and decides to help me out.
If that happens, I’ll certainly share the story with you. If it doesn’t, we’ll all just have to wonder at the event which triggered the use of that nickname. Maybe it was a solitary event; maybe there is some obvious reason for it that I simply am unable to fathom without knowing the man.
Regardless, rest in peace Turd!