The Story Behind My Nickname

August 4, 2015

In December 2013, on my previous and first blog, I participated in a blogging challenge run by the fabulous Kerri Sackville.  It was a weekly series of #MyFirst themed challenges.  On this occasion, the challenge was to write a post on #MyFirstBestie.

It occurred to me when I was recently updating my About page, that people who only know me from Write of the Middle would not have read the abovementioned post and therefore would not know the story behind my nickname of Min.  For this reason, I’ve decided to pull that post out of my old blog’s archives and cut and paste it here for your reading pleasure.  I do hope you enjoy the read!

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In late 1963/early 1964 two neighbours in a western suburb of Brisbane were pregnant at the same time and had become very good friends.  One of these women already had a son and was expecting her second child and the other (my mum) was expecting her first child.

My mother’s friend and neighbour had her baby first, in April 1964.  It was a girl.  I was then born in May – a daughter and first child for my Mum and Dad.

So my first bestie and I were friends before we were even born!  *KiKi and I played together since birth.  She grew to become a very tall, blonde haired, olive-skinned, long-legged, athletic girl.  I was a short, brown/auburn haired, fair-skinned, short-legged, arty farty girl.  Chalk and cheese, but our lives were intertwined from birth and to this day we care very deeply for each other and are like family.

When KiKi was little she had trouble pronouncing my name.  My real name is Marguerite.  She used to pronounce it as ‘Minimeat’.  It got shortened to Mini … and then just Min.  And that is how I got my nickname of Min which I am still called to this day!  I remember Kiki’s uncle, a really funny man, used to call me all kinds of variations … “Mini ha ha” … “Mini Minor” …  but ultimately as I got older, I became Min.

KiKi and I spent most of our childhood together.  Our childhood memories are full of each other.  Her mother and father are very special to me.  They were and are beautiful, kind and caring people.  They always made me feel welcome in their home.  They were always happy and fun.  Her grandmothers were also my grandmothers.  Kiki had two brothers – one younger and one older.  My parents had four more children after me.

KiKi and I were always having sleepovers at each other’s house.  They had a pool, so their house was always the more attractive option to me!  I remember the day that we freaked out when running out our back door and the gauze door slammed on the cat’s tail and the cat (‘Smokey’) screamed!  We ran and hid, afraid of getting in trouble.  I remember we used to sneak in to the old couples house that lived next door to KiKi and take lollies from their lolly jar.  I can’t believe we used to do that!!  That couple must have known what we were up to.  In fact, I think they had that lolly jar there just for us.  It was a clown’s head.  The hat on top of the clown’s head was the lid.

We used to spend ages working out dance routines and then put on a concert performance for our families.  We went to different schools.  I went to the local catholic primary school.  She went to the local state primary school.  For high school – I went to an all girls catholic college.  She went to an independent, non-denominational private girl’s college.  Though we each made other friendships from within our respective schools, our friendship never faltered.

These days we don’t see all that much of each other – maybe once, sometimes twice a year.  Though her parents moved many years ago to a nearby suburb, our mothers see each other every week.  They are in a quilting club together and are still very close friends.  This means I am always kept up to date with news of Kiki and her family which is great.  KiKi and I live on opposite sides of Brisbane and have different friend circles, but put us together and we pick up where we last left off.  There is a bond there that will never be broken.  We spent our childhood together.   So many happy childhood memories!!

I searched through my photo albums and am gutted to have not found the photo’s I had in mind to use with this post.  I realise now that they are still in the albums at Mum and Dad’s house.  I did however find a torn photograph (which I had to sticky tape back together) from when KiKi and I were at Kindy.  Yes – we went to the same Kindergarten.  In this photograph I am bawling my head off.  Why?  Well because I wasn’t allowed to be next to Kiki.  You see Kiki was very tall and I was very short.  The shorties were arranged sitting in the front and the tallies were standing at the back.  This was devastating stuff for me you understand!!  I mean how could they do that to me!  I wonder if that little boy to the left of me who is also howling was separated from his friend too??

kindy-photo

Speaking of kindy, I remember that KiKi and I were always getting into trouble at rest time.  We always lay on stretchers next to each other and were more often than not moved apart because we talked too much.  Another vivid memory from that time at kindy was the old tram they had in the playground.  KiKi and I loved it.  There was a metal button shaped thing you stamped on near the driver’s seat that rang a bell.  Hugely exciting.  Hugely!!

KiKi is now a happily married mother of three children.  All her kids are now finished school like mine.

*I changed my first bestie’s name to protect her identity since she doesn’t know I have a blog and I didn’t tell her I was going to blog about her

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As an update, Kiki does now know that I have a blog, but she still doesn’t know that I have blogged about her (twice now)!  We got together three times last year – twice in relation to celebrating our 50th’s and a lovely girly lunch and movie at Southbank.  We saw each other just recently when she came to my house for a visit in the second week of the July school holidays.

Ciao for now,

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22 Comments

  • Reply Deb @ inner compass designs August 4, 2015 at 8:17 am

    I never saw this post Min and love it. Especially that picture which shows your love for her xx

    • Reply Min August 4, 2015 at 3:15 pm

      So glad you enjoyed reading it Deb! Yes I adored her back then, just as I still do now. 🙂 xo

  • Reply Lydia C. Lee August 4, 2015 at 9:39 am

    I love that boy bawling – that’s so hilarious!!! (lovely story too, by the way. Why don’t you show her, she’d be chuffed!)

    • Reply Min August 4, 2015 at 3:16 pm

      LOL – I know and the teacher just smiles through it! I might show her next time I see her. 🙂 xo

  • Reply Raychael aka Mystery Case August 4, 2015 at 9:52 am

    Thanks for revisiting this post, I too missed it the first time round and it’s nice to read more about you.

    • Reply Min August 4, 2015 at 3:17 pm

      I’m so glad I re-posted it so that people like yourself who missed it on the old blog can know the story behind my nickname of Min! 🙂

  • Reply Nicole @ The Builders Wife August 4, 2015 at 9:52 am

    I love this Min, and I love that you still have contact with your bestie. xx

    • Reply Min August 4, 2015 at 3:18 pm

      Glad you enjoyed it Nicole. We might not see all that much of each other but I couldn’t imagine life with no contact with her at all! xo

  • Reply stephanie@stephsjoy August 4, 2015 at 1:43 pm

    It is so lovely to have history with someone, especially some one you’ve known all your life! Thanks for sharing! x

    • Reply Min August 4, 2015 at 3:19 pm

      It is pretty special isn’t it?! We have so many shared childhood memories 🙂 xo

  • Reply Rebecca Senyard August 4, 2015 at 2:01 pm

    I had always wondered why you were called Min and now I know. What a lovely post to read! x

    • Reply Min August 4, 2015 at 3:19 pm

      Yes it would be hard to imagine how Min came from Marguerite! lol So glad you know the story now! 🙂 xo

  • Reply Deborah August 4, 2015 at 5:25 pm

    I think I saw this at the time but hadn’t remembered the detail. Most of my old friends don’t read my blog either so I can happily write about them. I just have to not share the post on my personal FB page where they all live! 🙂

    • Reply Min August 5, 2015 at 4:02 pm

      I’m not sure what friends or family read my blog (which is quite disconcerting if I think about it too much!!) but whoever of them do – they never comment! I’ve had a few friends and family like posts posted on FB which freaks me out quite often! 😉

  • Reply Sammie @ The Annoyed Thyroid August 4, 2015 at 10:00 pm

    I never saw this post either, and love how you got your name. All my friends and family who knew me pre-16 years old called me Mandy, and still do… it’s a long story! I have a friend like Kiki and although we live a world apart, whenever we get to see each other, we always pick up where we left off. Aren’t we lucky to have friends like these?!

    • Reply Min August 5, 2015 at 4:04 pm

      It’s funny how we can get our nicknames isn’t it?! I am going to have to hear your ‘Mandy’ story now. I only know you as Sammie!! Yes we are both very lucky to have friends like these. It’s kinda special! 🙂 xo

  • Reply Janet aka Middle Aged Mama August 4, 2015 at 10:42 pm

    Cute nickname and story! I went to school with a Marguerite but everyone called her Peg; I’m not sure why?!

    • Reply Min August 5, 2015 at 4:06 pm

      Oh thank God no-one calls me Peg! lol I remember when I was at high school and started my first job as a checkout chick at Coles. I was given my name badge to pin to my uniform and was MORTIFIED to see that they had put ‘Maggie’ because Marguerite was too long. Maggie seems a popular name these days but back then it was considered an old person’s name and was very daggy!!

  • Reply Monique@The Urban Mum August 6, 2015 at 8:50 pm

    I love that you are still friends with a childhood bestie. We moved around a lot when I was young so I really only have two friends from Kindy – one girlfriend I haven’t seen for 35 years and the other a next door neighbour boy I ended up dating for a few years after a chance meeting in my 20…you are inspiring me to make contact with my long lost bestie. Thank you xx PS my sister is called Brigitte, no one can pronounce her name correctly, she gets Bridge

    • Reply Min August 7, 2015 at 4:37 pm

      I love that my post has inspired you to make contact with your long lost bestie!! 🙂 x

  • Reply PatrickC September 6, 2015 at 2:57 pm

    What a charming and touching story. Sometimes friendships are completely unbreakable and this sounds like one of those. In these days were nothing ever seems permanent and everyone has such a limited attention span for each other its great that your friendship still is strong. You are right when you say that you don’t have to see each other all the time for the friendship to be strong.

    • Reply Min September 7, 2015 at 1:59 pm

      This is most definitely an unbreakable friendship. Our childhoods and families are interwoven. I love her like a sister! 🙂

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