I didn’t know my grandmother very well. We lived in different states. My contact with her as a child was limited to a week or two, almost every year. I remember that she was very kind, very busy, very tall and very thin. Notice all the “very’s”? She was everything “very”.
My mother worshipped her mother. My grandmother was “the strongest woman she ever knew”. According to my mother, my grandmother could do anything she set her mind to. She never showed weakness, she was hard working and tenacious. She could put sheets on a bed with one fluid swing of her arms. Me thinks she would have made a great superhero.
My name was my grandmothers, and I hated it growing up. I also hated having ears, because they left a bump in my smooth hair, but I digress. I thought Lydia sounded like an old lady name. I’ll do some remedial self analysis and suggest that I felt this way because the only other Lydia I knew was my grandmother, and in my child’s eyes, she was an old lady.
Growing up with the name-
You would think that not much rhymes with Lydia. Children love to be cruel, but they couldn’t possibly make fun of “Lydia”… Wrong. They changed every curse word they’d ever heard, to make it rhyme. Example: Lydia, shitia, titia… My brother called me “Lydiot”. That was admittedly a good one, especially since it was coming from a toddler. He was ten years my junior. Regardless of the humor in that version of my name, I wished for a more common name, and to be left alone.
I believe I’ve grown into my name. I began to like the fact that there aren’t a lot of us. I also think my name has shaped who I am. In the back of my mind, I’ve always felt that because I have my superhero grandma’s name, I carry the torch for her. It’s always there in the back of my mind. I am a strong woman, I can do anything I set my mind to, and I can put sheets on a bed with one fluid swing of my arms. Remembering my grandma, and her strength helps me get through the most challenging days.
All through my life, I’ve been serenaded with a song that bears my name. Everyone from strangers, to family members have burst in to song upon hearing my name mentioned. The song was Groucho’s “Lydia the Tattooed Lady”, from the film “At The Circus”. I didn’t appreciate it at the time. The film is classic of the Marx brothers, and I love it now. Now, I’d like to step into the scene where he sings the song, and dance with him.
I wonder if anyone ever sang it to my grandma.
For those of you who aren’t familiar with the song or Groucho, I’ve attached a link to the video.
THE DAILY POST
Oct 19, 2014
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