The past two Fridays I’ve posted old photos for Flashback Friday. This is because I’m a historian by training and a sentimental softie at heart.
Today I’ll flash back randomly with a response to a sweet question I got from another blogger:
“When you were young, did kids call you Salamander?”
The answer’s no, because my name’s actually Barbara, although I do “answer” to Sallymandy.
I started using Sallymandy when I moved back to my hometown in Montana (about which I seem to write incessantly). This was about nine years ago, when I started using the Internet more and needed to choose usernames.
It was also a year or so before the death of my much-loved grandfather (about whom I’ve also written). At the time he was in his nineties. I hadn’t seen him much for many years, so I was very happy he lived another year or so after we moved back here.
I loved him dearly. He was my inspiration for studying history, as he did so at Stanford as a young man in the 1920s. Here’s a favorite picture of him. Isn’t he handsome? This dorm room was also the one Herbert Hoover lived in when he attended Stanford.
Well, anyway, my grandfather gave me the nickname Sallymandy. I grew up with it. When I moved back to Montana, and he was near the end of his life, I resurrected Sallymandy for all my Internet uses. Now I use it so much, I almost feel like it’s my given name. And it was given—by him.
Happy Weekend, everyone!