Don't you just wonder how some people's nicknames came about? I used to know a boy in grade school called "Pinky". He was neither pink, nor any shade of red. He had blue eyes and black hair. I was flummoxed and he wouldn't tell - no matter how many times I pinched him. (I was an awful child.)
We grew up in a grid-development with two styles of houses. When we moved in, it was brand-spanking new. The roads hadn't even been paved yet and there was mud galore. (It was heavenly to a 5 y/o.) My first memory of this new house was being outside playing with the kids on the street. When it became time to go in, one by one, they all disappeared into their houses. I didn't know which house was mine. My father wasn't home from work, yet, so there was no car for reference. Easily solved - I just stood in the middle of the street and bawled my head off. An adult (someones mother - they were all SAH in those days) stuck her head out of the door and assessed the problem. She finally got my attention and pointed. It was the yellow one right in front of me! Saved!
There were three girls in my family and the house next door housed three boys - we were all about the same age. Mr. F. would line his boys up on kitchen stools every month and give them all the same haircut. My mother, being the frugal German that she was, sent me over on haircut day and I got a stool and a bowl cut as well. Mr. F. was a big one for nicknames. (I bet you thought I had lost my train of thought!) and, while my sisters were easy - Con, Cynth - he seemed to have a problem with shortening my name to something he liked. I ended up as "Sweeze". That has stuck with me for years. I am either Sue, Susan, Susie (my parents' call me Susie), Sweeze, or Sweezie. A person could get confused!
Where did the name, Bubba, come from? Or Boo? Boo Who? (Sorry.) I can see "Chip", as in "Chip off the old block". But, Bubba? Pinky? My father's father detested nicknames. That's why he named my father "George". Can't do much with that. He also refused to give him a middle name. I don't remember my paternal grandfather, although he was living when I was born. I bet he was a stinker. Stinky? My mother's name is easily given over to many different nicknames: Kathryn. Kat, Kathy, Kath. She goes by Kit. Then there's Charles. Or Charlie, Chas, Chuck. That reminds me of the song, "The Name Game". (Fogy-ism) I used to love that song and tried it out on everyone and everything I came across, until I drove everyone crazy. It still pops into my head every now and then. If I had been allowed to choose my own name, I would have chosen "Imogene". The clouds part, birds sing and I can hear guitars strumming in the distance when I say that name.