I must start out with the fact that …I. AM.TOTALLY. PARTIAL. To this Grandpa name. See that nice gentleman in the picture, he’s my dad. He passed away 8 years ago so just looking at this picture makes me sad. But I have to say he had the best grandpa name ever, bestowed on him by my daughter. Here’s the story…
When my daughter was a baby my dad used to come see her almost every day. He used to walk in the house and say “Hello pumpkin”. Well, when she got old enough to talk I saw her looking out the window. When she saw my dad walking down the street she announced, “Pumpkin is here”. It turns out that she thought all gray haired people were called Pumpkin. Once we were out at a store and I stopped to visit with a friend who just happened to have gray hair. She very kindly told this person, “I have a pumpkin at home just like you”. Once she was looking out the window and noticed that our neighbors were being visited by their grandparents. She came and told me, “Mom, Emily’s pumpkin is here, he’s right outside”
Needless to say, my dad became Grandpa Pumpkin. That’s why he has a pumpkin quilt and why I am mildly obsessed with pumpkins. I’m wondering if I can convince my husband to be Pumpkin if we ever have grandkids…How’s that for names…Mimi and Pumpkin.
Still madly working on my border….check back soon.