Thursday, February 28, 2013

I Got A Name

A good character is the best tombstone.  
Those who loved you and were helped by you 
will remember you when forget-me-nots have withered.  
Carve your name on hearts, not on marble.

~ Charles Spurgeon  

Like the pine trees lining the winding road
I've got a name
I've got a name

Like the singing bird and the croaking toad
I've got a name
I've got a name

And I carry it with me like my daddy did . . . 

Last summer, Trey & I visited California, a trip I catalogued here.  We spent our last night there in San Diego, & we ate dinner at Croce's, a restaurant owned by the widow of the late Jim Croce who recorded the above lyrics for his 1973 album I Got a Name.

If you think names are inconsequential, you've likely never spent time around an expectant couple, or been the student who, on every first day of class, had to correct the teacher's pronunciation of your name (or, alternatively, bear in silence its mispronunciation for months & months).  If you think names are inconsequential, you've probably never had a conversation with a woman who chose to hyphenate hers.  You may recall that the feud that sparked one of Shakespeare's most famous lines, " . . . that which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet," was inspired by two warring families, generations forbidden to one another because of their surnames.  

Reagan, last night your great-granddaddy Zeigler died.  When my mother's mother died, I was about five weeks pregnant with you.  I sat at my grandmother's graveside knowing there was life stirring inside me.  Again, I find myself in the throes of one of life's poignant moments.  Life & death shadowing each other, whispering hello & goodbye as generations shift within & around me as I carry the very feisty great-grandson of a fine man whose candor was always tempered with a genuine smile.  I see both - the candor, & the smile - in my husband, & I love them equally.  

Trey with his parents & his Granddaddy Zeigler on the day I took their name:

Thank you for a life well lived, & for your good name, Mr. Zeigler.  Despite its breach of the i before e (except after c) rule, something I, an anal grammarian, grapple with, in the three years since I adopted it, it's sparked many interesting conversations with people who admire you, & has, I suspect, on occasion been the reason I received superior customer service in local establishments.  I pray I raise two Zeiglers who bring you, & your name, honor.  


Saturday, February 23, 2013

My Masterpieces, Volumes I & II

In May of 2011, Trey & I began preparing our former home to put on the market.  Trey bought the house in 2005, & Sophie & I joined him in October of 2009.  From the moment I saw the inside of the oven, I knew the day would come that it would have to be cleaned in order for us to sell the house.  I don't know how much of the gunk that had accumulated was Trey's doing, as I didn't look inside the oven when he originally purchased the house, but regardless of fault, I knew I'd spend a long while scraping the inside of the little white oven.  I was right.  It was a lengthy & disgusting process, during which I ripped open the skin on my left hand.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The Nones

Awhile back I bookmarked this article.  Then I got lost in the holiday maze & was further distracted by my iPad & a few novels & I forgot about it, until now.