What's in a name? Chicky, Jeep? Justy?

I Shall pass this way but once......once.....once.....so many chapters though.

"Chicky", it could define so many things in this life, farms, science and industry, a guy to a girl, Chicky.

As far as I could remember my name legally was one thing, but my name I ran to as a child was "Chicky". From what they told me Dad named me this due to my holding me baby legs up in the like a chicken tressed with thread for roasting as we did in the old cooking days.

Chicky was a very happy young child.....a girl in body parts, a boy in nature hanging out observing all she could in the yard front or back yards, watching her ever lovijng brothers play, and learning from all of that. Chicky loved dirt and worms, and at then end of the day covered hands coated with hard core dirt she was the last one to be bathed, dirty water drops surrounding her tub. She loved red and white plaids, had pants and coats to prove it, she loved laying on the floor with Beauty the Norweigan Keeshound snuggling nose to nose, arms around eachother both wearing a whole in the dining room roll up carpet that would eventually be down through the pad.

She loved the sound of the chicago street cars running down North Ave, down California. The warmth of summer nights out on the porch, all families sitting out, renters and owners alike as so many of our were two storied.

She loved hide and go seek being played by the elder children, more to listen to it, observe it than to play it, playing it could be scary.....enough for peeing if you got caught......she was little, she couldn't run fast yet.

One night running she forgot the new pipe fence the neighbor had put up and hit her gut full force running fast, oh God a bad heimlich move, it knocked the wind right out of her body, she couldn't breath until she could finally throw up.

Chicky's best friend lived next door, her name was Chesana, Ukranian of culture, Suzanna when she grew up.

Sometimes you could smell the Vanilla on the air from the Oberweiss Dairy that was on North, sometime Chickens from the place down the street from them.

Sometimes day walks with Ma to the store and then past the TV repair place where Zulu the cat lived in the front window of the shop. So much to see for a little one.

Chicky died sometime in December of 1961 when her parents moved to a different house.

The amusement come with cousins, and on occassion brothers using this childhood name, and for just a moment with the users half here, and half gone, she responds with a light in her eyes, and a sweet smile around her lips, and for one split second the child is there.

So for all of us, Chicky's, Justy's, Jeep's, sure you can call me anything......as long as you call me!
Make me smile. Take us back. It's ok.