There are many synonyms for "Googie." Some of those I hear most often these days are "Nana," "MeMe," and "MeMaw." I myself had a "Grandma," but that name is rather unoriginal. When my first grandchild was born three and a half years ago, I wanted a name that would be truly one-of-a-kind. I wanted it to be repetitive and easy for my grandchild to say and remember.
It was actually my 83-year-old mother, who, as a joke, suggested "Goo Goo." That would come easily to the baby, she reasoned, because isn't that what babies say anyway? The more I thought about it, the more the nickname appealed to me. I did not know one other person who was called "Goo Goo."
That first grandchild knew me as "Goo Goo" by the time she was a year old. Her little brother, born when she was only 19 months old, did as well. Now at ages 3 1/2 and 2, they more often call me "Googie." When they are in a hurry, I am simply "Goog." I love being the uniquely named Googie of these two precious little people. I look forward to October, when their equally precious little sister will turn a year old and join in the Googie chorus.
This blog will feature short pieces composed to, for, and about my grandkids. It will explore the world of grandparenting as viewed and appreciated by this relatively new Googie. I have chosen the word "Attic" to represent my own "top story," or head, where I think through and store the experiences I am blessed to share with the kids.
An "attic" is often a place where precious things are stored away for others to enjoy at a later time. When the kids are grown, I hope they will be able to rummage freely through "Googie's Attic" and see how much I treasure the things I have stored there. In the meantime, I invite you to visit my attic as well, enjoying what you find there and perhaps sharing an heirloom or two of your own.
Welcome to "Googie's Attic." Happy rummaging.