Cornbread cooking and Bubba...

Well, I've got the cornbread cooking. I'm trying to decide whether to have sweet (English) peas, or black-eyed peas. Oh-Casserole will be the main dish for supper. I realize that doesn't tell you much. The casserole I am referring to is one that my mother fixed at least once a week when she was fixin' for four children and two adults, and any strays we brought with us. The casserole,  in some cookbook,  once had the name of a football player. We just called it ground-beef casserole. It is very simple. It is mac-n-cheese, tomatoes, green peppers, onion, cream of celery (or any cream of soup you prefer), extra cheese and already cooked ground beef; about a pound or so. The reason for the name change? Well, my husband did not care for casserole's much when we first married. But, he is a good sport and thanked the Lord for whatever we had on our table. He would come in from visiting parishioners' homes, or hospital visits or studying and ask what was for supper. When I said, "Ground-beef casserole," he would reply, "Oh, casserole." Somewhere along the years our daughter picked up on what her daddy was saying and she began calling it Oh-Casserole.
I love to hear family lore. How things or people got there/their name in people's family when another family might call it something else.
Usually, the name change, comes to the new name by a child. Living in Alabama, I know a lot of men who go by the name of Bubba. That is not because of a lack of names; usually a younger child could not say "brother." The same goes for a lot of girls who go by the name of Sissy. My husband was an only child and his parents where "older" when he came along. He didn't marry until he was 30. (He was waiting for me to grow up lol.) Well,  my mother-in-law, bless her heart, wanted our daughter to call her Mamma Sue. When Rebekah started talking everything was, item me. As in, bunny me. Or, daddy me. So, Mamma Sue, became Sue-me, we spelled it Sumie. Rebekah loved her Sumie and still refers to fond memories of Sumie and Pa. On my side of the family, I was the baby of four and Rebekah was the tenth grandchild so she had to make do with MawMaw and Pop already being named.
So many family members are no longer with us, but isn't it great that their memories are?

Gail, The Reading Lady
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