Vibrant asked us to write about why we were given our user names. We were to write less than 50 words I did that on his blog, but decided to get a bit nostalgic and wrote “what might have been” on this post. Check: https://blabberwockying.wordpress.com/2015/12/16/story-behind-your-wordpress-username/
Brown-eyed, dark haired, twenty year old Amy opened the range lid and stirred the embers into renewed flames in the half dugout in which she and Pete lived in the flat plains of southeastern Colorado. The door at ground level at the top of the steps opened and shut, six shuffles as footsteps came down. The door into the room opened and a man stepped in.
“Daddy,” Amy called as she received his hug. Straight in from a two hundred mile cattle drive, Daddy Clyde was cold and brought a surge of cold air in with him as he stretched his hands to the newly stirred flames.
“I’m so glad you got back in time for Christmas and,” Amy blushed, “maybe you’ll be here when the baby comes.”
Clyde observed his “large-with-child” daughter, and answered, “I’ll be around for a couple of months.” He took a small burlap bag out of his pocket and placed it on a side table where three other Christmas gifts were waiting under the 30 inch high tree branch with twigs all wrapped in green crepe paper.
“Sorry, Daddy, that I don’t have anything for you.”
“If I can read signs right, looks like you will have a baby bunting to share before long. My first grandchild. That’s quite a gift! Don’t need nothing else. – Well, maybe one thing. If you have a boy, would you name him Clyde, after me?”
“Okay, but what if it’s a girl?”
“In that case, name her Oneta.”
So, eighty-one Christmases later, here I am – Oneta. I don’t really know any details of why my grandfather wanted me to be named Oneta. Amy, my mother just told me my Granddad Clyde named me. She didn’t know why either, but she said she liked the name. And one other thing, a baby boy came two years later. His name? Of course, it is Clyde.