My mother married beneath her. My dad completed second grade and dropped out of school to help on the farm. When mother married him at age 17 she was ridiculed by his family because of her "airs". She learned to say yaller instead of yellow and became comfortable around curse words.

She always regretted this and said sincerely that by the time she realized what she had done, the habits were impossible to break. She was so proud her children had not taken on her bad habits. Little did she know she would be QUOTED by her beloved granddaughter as saying "horsesh**t" in reference to a post about Masons. It would have pained her.

My sister Dolores Charlotte would have preferred the nickname "Dee". She referred to herself as Dee but couldn't generate any interest. Other people tried to nickname her "Lolly" but she squashed that. She would have loved that her only niece did not spell her name correctly in the blog. DElores is that much closer to Dee. And more distant than Dolores...Child of Sorrow. Of course nowadays no one in their right mind would risk naming a child Dolores....rhymes with Seinfeld.