Continuing with the “supernatural” theme…
If you haven’t had a chance to read about George yet, you should probably do that. (And while you are there I’m sure that Rara would be perfectly happy if you kicked your shoes off, made yourself at home and stayed awhile. But that’s a little off topic.
We’re gathered together here today to talk about the origin of “George.” No, not George the ghost, George of the Jungle, George Washington or George Washington Carver, or even George Gerswhin. (Really, his first name is George, who knew?) Rather, we are here to talk about how my George came to be called by that name:
A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to … oh, that’s the wrong story. Sorry about that, let me start again:
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far… dangit, also the wrong story. Hang on a second.
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Sorry about that, here we go:
My maternal grandmother was a firecracker. Sweet, caring, truly wonderful, and absolutely snarky. (Hmm, I don’t really like that definition, and this one isn’t much better. Maybe that word doesn’t mean what I think it means. That would be downright inconceivable.) She was silly and unapologetic and forgetful. Throw into the mix the fact that my brother and I both have names that start with “M.” When I came around she would sometimes accidentally call me Mikicus and sometimes call me Mi-atticus and then she would laugh and say, “That’s it, I’m just going to call you George.”
And then there were two more grandchildren after me and they too became Georges. Eventually everyone in the family was labeled with that moniker at one time or another.
When the ghost started showing up in our house, and he needed a more formal designation than just “ghost,” there was only one logical thing we could do. (*Please kneel. We dub thee “George,” the official ghost of this realm. Long may you haunt these halls.*)
Now you know… I feel like there are several sayings that go along with that, but you already know those. So, for fun, if you want to play along, leave an idea of how to finish “Now you know…” in the comments.
What? You want an example? Needy. Fine. Here: Now you know and knowing is as awesome as eating a taco.