THE WAY WE WERE
It seems a generation ago in Louisville more people had interesting nicknames. A nickname was not a put-down.
It was sort of a badge of honor, an indication that you were well-liked. Here are a few (with help of friends) that I remember.
Chester Herrington – Hawk & Check; Bruce Holman- Buzzard; Roy Roberts- Pistol; Deck Roberts- Dipper; Walker Wilson- Cornbread; Irie Wilson- Biscuits; Dan Fox- Goon; Billy Humphries- Hoss; Roland Carter- Jigs; Kenneth King-Jeep; Tommy Mitchell- Monk; Wyat Davis- Neighbor & Buddy; Ester Taylor- Zac; Max Herrington –Pushmahata; Rufus Herrington – Filbert; Lamar Cockrell – Cucklebur; Howard Webb – Poppa; David Wilson, Sr- Stumppy; Richard Castle- Gabby; David Woodruff- Nub; Bobby Donald- Knot.
There are probably many nicknames that I missed. But if you have a nickname, be proud of it. It’s a sign that someone liked you well enough to give it to you.
Anna Jean Allen