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I am sure we all have read or heard about someone with an odd name or even heard a parent/relative/friend call out to someone with an odd name! Some names should never be given to kids as they may live up to those names. I will tell you my story and then hope you all have similar stories to share.
When my brother-in-law retired from the U.S. Navy at NAAS Meridian in June of 1968, we moved to Sevier County in Tennessee to his' home he had built on family property. In September of 1968, I enrolled in and started the 8th Grade (yeah, I had flunked two grades from playing hooky from school in the 5th and 6th grades) at Pittman Center Elementary School in the Pittman Center Community at the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains. There were a lot kids in the school who descended from the old pioneer settlers with names such as the Partons, Ogles, Ownbys, Branhams, Bohanons, Kings, Ramseys and more. And in case you were wondering, Randy...Butch (David)...Rachael and Stella, Dolly Parton's brothers and sisters went to the same school. All during the Fall and Winter, a boy who was about 14 or 15 years old would pass by the school at least 2 to 3 days a week going to a store, then would pass back by on his way home. Sometime in the Spring of 1969, my friend Jess Ramsey and myself were standing by the windows looking across Webbs Creek Road at Webbs Creek and discussing to come back some weekend to Trout fish in Webbs Creek which had quite a lot of native Trout in it. While standing there talking, this same boy passed by the school on his way home. Nonchalantly, I asked Jess if he knew who the boy was and why the boy did not attend school at our school. Jess quickly piped in and stated, "oh yeah, that is my cousin and would you go to school if your' name was June Bug Branham"!!?? Yep, the poor boy was given that name by his' parents which were not quite right in the head which I learned at a later time when I met them. Well, fast forward to about 1970 and June Bug and his' parents had moved to Cosby, Tennessee near the Cosby Straight. Sometime that year, June Bug started helping out at a Small Engine Repair Shop on the Cosby Straight (a two mile straight stretch of highway with sharp curves at each end) and got into souping up Mini-Bikes to race his friends. He worked very hard on a Mini-Bike that he had purchased to make it the fastest Mini-Bike in the area. One day, he pulled the Mini-Bike next to the highway (Highway 73/321) and was revving the engine. Well, June Bug seeing that no cars were coming, or so he thought, popped a wheelie and went out onto the highway. About the same time, a car driven by a lady came around the curve coming from Newport and was doing about 70 miles per hour. The lady saw June Bug on the Mini-Bike and thought he would stay in the West bound lane, so she drove into the East bound lane to avoid hitting June Bug. However, June Bug reacted about the same time and also drove into the East bound lane on his' Mini-Bike. Needless to say, the lady's car hit June Bug from behind which catapulted him into the air and as a result, the lady's car hit him 3 to 5 more times before she could come to a stop. Poor June Bug survived being hit but spent nearly a year and a half in the hospital because almost every bone in his' body was broke, shattered or fractured during the accident. I saw poor June Bug in 1972 sometime before I entered the U.S. Army and the poor soul was humped over and walking with two walking canes like and old man and even though he was only around 18 or 19 years old, he looked like an old man. For years and years, folks around the area that knew of June Bug and what had happened to him, would always say "that boy is dizzy as a June Bug on a piece of thread".
So, the moral of this story, is to beware of what name you choose to give your' children as they may actually live up to their' name.
When my brother-in-law retired from the U.S. Navy at NAAS Meridian in June of 1968, we moved to Sevier County in Tennessee to his' home he had built on family property. In September of 1968, I enrolled in and started the 8th Grade (yeah, I had flunked two grades from playing hooky from school in the 5th and 6th grades) at Pittman Center Elementary School in the Pittman Center Community at the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains. There were a lot kids in the school who descended from the old pioneer settlers with names such as the Partons, Ogles, Ownbys, Branhams, Bohanons, Kings, Ramseys and more. And in case you were wondering, Randy...Butch (David)...Rachael and Stella, Dolly Parton's brothers and sisters went to the same school. All during the Fall and Winter, a boy who was about 14 or 15 years old would pass by the school at least 2 to 3 days a week going to a store, then would pass back by on his way home. Sometime in the Spring of 1969, my friend Jess Ramsey and myself were standing by the windows looking across Webbs Creek Road at Webbs Creek and discussing to come back some weekend to Trout fish in Webbs Creek which had quite a lot of native Trout in it. While standing there talking, this same boy passed by the school on his way home. Nonchalantly, I asked Jess if he knew who the boy was and why the boy did not attend school at our school. Jess quickly piped in and stated, "oh yeah, that is my cousin and would you go to school if your' name was June Bug Branham"!!?? Yep, the poor boy was given that name by his' parents which were not quite right in the head which I learned at a later time when I met them. Well, fast forward to about 1970 and June Bug and his' parents had moved to Cosby, Tennessee near the Cosby Straight. Sometime that year, June Bug started helping out at a Small Engine Repair Shop on the Cosby Straight (a two mile straight stretch of highway with sharp curves at each end) and got into souping up Mini-Bikes to race his friends. He worked very hard on a Mini-Bike that he had purchased to make it the fastest Mini-Bike in the area. One day, he pulled the Mini-Bike next to the highway (Highway 73/321) and was revving the engine. Well, June Bug seeing that no cars were coming, or so he thought, popped a wheelie and went out onto the highway. About the same time, a car driven by a lady came around the curve coming from Newport and was doing about 70 miles per hour. The lady saw June Bug on the Mini-Bike and thought he would stay in the West bound lane, so she drove into the East bound lane to avoid hitting June Bug. However, June Bug reacted about the same time and also drove into the East bound lane on his' Mini-Bike. Needless to say, the lady's car hit June Bug from behind which catapulted him into the air and as a result, the lady's car hit him 3 to 5 more times before she could come to a stop. Poor June Bug survived being hit but spent nearly a year and a half in the hospital because almost every bone in his' body was broke, shattered or fractured during the accident. I saw poor June Bug in 1972 sometime before I entered the U.S. Army and the poor soul was humped over and walking with two walking canes like and old man and even though he was only around 18 or 19 years old, he looked like an old man. For years and years, folks around the area that knew of June Bug and what had happened to him, would always say "that boy is dizzy as a June Bug on a piece of thread".
So, the moral of this story, is to beware of what name you choose to give your' children as they may actually live up to their' name.
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