My big brother was born about four years before me and given the name Rodney Wayne. I was born next and named after my father, Anthony Joesph, Jr. Four years later my baby sister was born and given the name Diane. Nope, no middle name.
My father's nickname was Stoney, because they said he had a head as hard as stone. I was my father's favorite of the three kids, so was given the the nickname of Little Stoney. Here's a picture of Little Stoney on May 4, 1949 at just six months old. Ain't I adorable?
It's a long story, but you guys with kids, PLEASE NEVER EVER, EVER, EVER pick a favorite child. I know it may be difficult, but take it from me, it causes nothing but resentment that can last a life time. My father let it be known I was his favorite. My mom knew it and so did my sister and brother. That caused a lot of grief for us all. My brother picked on me A LOT and has tried to make up for it as an adult. I don't really know how much it affected my sister. My mom knew and favored my brother and sister to try to make up for the extra attention he paid to me.
Here's the happy family when it was a happy family in Silver Springs Florida in 1955.
Happy the Good Old Days HNT!