Friday, December 23, 2005
Calvina, A Story Only My Family Will Understand
Before my parents died, there were never any boy grandchildren. All were girls.
For as long as I can remember, Dad lobbied for one of the granddaughters to be named “Calvina.”
It was obvious that Dad did not like the name “Calvin.” He always went by “Cal.” Same with me.
But, every time one of my sisters got pregnant, out came the “Calvina” naming request.
For the rest of the story, click here.
For as long as I can remember, Dad lobbied for one of the granddaughters to be named “Calvina.”
It was obvious that Dad did not like the name “Calvin.” He always went by “Cal.” Same with me.
But, every time one of my sisters got pregnant, out came the “Calvina” naming request.
For the rest of the story, click here.
