How often do you hear the advice “don’t forget to write about your own life while documenting the family history?” I don’t think I’ve ever written a blog post about me, and this one isn’t technically about me. It’s about how I was named.
Daddy’s uncle, James Bailey Hankins, lived in Los Angeles and worked for Warner Brothers as an electrician on movies. A few months before I was born, Uncle Jimmy was in Kentucky working on The Tanks Are Coming at Fort Knox. The cast and crew stayed in Louisville. Since my parents lived in Louisville at the time, they saw him often.
One evening Uncle Jimmy arrived at their apartment to go out to dinner before Daddy got home from work. He told Mom (Faye) that while he was setting up lighting in a field at Fort Knox that day he’d thought of a name for the baby. He said if she had a girl, they should name the baby Linda Faye.
A little later, Daddy came in from work. Before either of them had a chance to tell him about the name, he said he’d thought of a girl’s name for the baby that day.
Want to take a guess?
Yes, Linda Faye.
I’ve heard that story many times over the years and from the time I was old enough to think for myself, I’ve thought it was more likely something Uncle Jimmy and Daddy cooked up in advance than the huge coincidence everyone was supposed to believe. But they never admitted to that.
Regardless, I was named Linda Faye.