Funny names tickle me. Like Lulu Bobo from Ty Ty.
I don’t know if there is or ever was a real person named Lulu Bobo from Ty Ty, Georgia — and I don’t want to know. It’s too good a story to ruin with facts.
My father had a cousin whose name was Alfred Eubanks. He was an elegant, handsome, prince of a man. Somehow he was saddled with the nickname Freak. Freak Eubanks. He was my Uncle Freak. I never gave that odd nickname a second thought.
My brother-in-law’s father told me he knew a man named Seventeen Burdeen. He came from of family of 17 children and, you guessed it, he was number 17.
A man named Sue? I’ve know two men named Lacey, several Leslies, and one Doris.
Jeff McLendon’s aunt is named Marganelle and her cousins are Videlle and Lanelle. A distant cousin is Marynelle.
I’m stuck with being called by my middle name. Apparently that was the fashion at some point in the South. Because doughall.com was taken this website is named jdoughall.com. I figured jdouglashall.com would be viewed as putting on airs.
There are plenty of J. Something or Anothers in the South. My favorite is J. Laddie Boatright, who is or was a well-known attorney in south Georgia.
Again, I don’t know if this story is true or hogwash but I’m telling it anyway.
J. Laddie arrived at the county jail to visit his client who was charged with murder. The deputy allowed J. Laddie to enter posthaste. A woman had been waiting and protested that the lawyer was admitted before her. Her son was charged with livestock rustling.
J. Laddie reportedly peered at the woman and replied, “Lady, lots of sons of bitches in Coffee County need killing but ain’t no hogs need stealing.”
In the mid-seventies Wash Larsen ran for Congress in the 8th District (then known as W. S. [Bill] “Candyman” Stuckey Jr. Country). Wash raised a bunch of money and blanketed south Georgia with giant billboards bearing his mug.
The candidate stopped at a watermelon farm in Clinch County and walked across an expansive melon field as two men were harvesting the fruit. One farm hand would pick a melon and toss it to a second man standing in the bed of a truck.
As Wash drew closer, the fellow in the truck froze in astonishment and proclaimed, “Looka-yonder that man done come down off that billboard.”
A watermelon splattered on the ground.