I went to lunch with my sister today, and while we were waiting for our table a young mother holding a baby went up to the hostess and put her name on the list. She was followed by a little girl who looked like she was about 3 years old. The mom gave the hostess her name and told her how many people were with her then walked toward the bench to wait. After a few steps she stopped, looked at the little girl standing in the middle of the room and said, "Agony." She took a few more steps away, looked back at the little girl and said again, "Agony?" and jerked her head as if to say follow me. The little girl ran behind her and sat down on the bench. And I thought, Agony? Really? I mean I guess it would be a pretty enough name if it wasn't, you know, Agony.
Now that I think on it she could have been saying Agny, like Agnes. Or even Aggie, which would make more sense. But then again,
Utah names.
Which reminds me of one time when my sister and I were driving back from Salt Lake and talking about names for our kids.
She said: I've always liked the name Ruby Looby for a girl.
I said: Really? You don't think she'll be made fun of at school?
She said: No. (An obviously hurt look on her face)
I said: Ruby LOOBY?
She said: Ruby LOUISE!
And speaking of family, my mom is on an insane genealogy kick and has traced one of our lines to the LeStrange family. She called me at work to tell me. (There is also a D'Eville branch).