I promised my friend, Larry Lawrence, I’d tell how I was named after a pair of basketball shoes. Okay, Larry, this one’s for you.
My mother’s name was Mary Sue, but when she was in school, everyone called her Sue. Grandma didn’t like it, but there you go.
Now, my mama was a very pretty little girl.
When she was in school, she played basketball. In those days, basketball shoes were made out of canvas. Not leather. And apparently the thing in The Ford school at that time was to write your name on your shoes.
Always being ahead of the others, Mama wrote her name and my daddy’s name on her shoes. (This was before they were married and, of course, before I was born.)
Then one day, they were playing an out of town team. (I imagine a tournament when several teams were there, but I’m not sure.)
Anyway, when she wasn’t playing, Mom left her basketball shoes sitting somewhere, and went to talk to her someday husband. A boy who’d noticed her good looks saw her shoes, picked them up and carried them to her.
“Are these your shoes?” he asked, flirting with her according to my dad.
“Yeah, they are.” Mama glanced at them and nodded.
“Betcha I can guess your name.” Even though my dad was right there, the boy kept flirting.
“Yeah.” He pointed at what was written on her shoe. “I betcha it’s Sue Carol.”
“Nope.” In my mind, Mama glanced at Daddy, giving him a sweet smile as she answered. “But that’s what I’m going to name my first daughter.”
And they lived happily ever after.