“Honour your father and
mother” (this is the first commandment with a promise), “that it may go well
with you and that you may live long in the land.”—Ephesians 6: 2-3.
I dedicate this message to my
parents.
The meaning of my name, Alan,
is “precious.” Well, being my parents gave me this name, I accept it as a gift
from the two precious people who also gave me life.
My mother’s name was Agnes,
which means pure, but she went by a name related to her birth name. For as long
as I can remember my dad, her sisters, her friends, and others called her
Nancy. Nancy means favour or grace, or God has favoured me.
My grandparents gave my dad
the name, “David.” The meaning of his name is, “beloved.” Most people called
him, “Dave.”
My parents had distinct
differences in personalities from each other. My dad could be strict and firm,
yet soft, full of fun and love. Love, gentleness, funny, and thoughtful come to
my mind when I think of my mom. My parents raised me along with my five
siblings as best they could. They raised us when it was common for a mother to
stay home for her children. She did this well.
My dad worked most of his teen
years until he joined the British Navy as a young man of eighteen at the time
of World War Two. He never spoke of the war years. I never knew him to be out
of work until he retired when he turned sixty-five. As a Christian, he loved to
sing in the church choir.
I gave no thought to the
meaning of my name when I was in my younger years. I remember many times while
in school I wished I had an alternate name. Teachers had the irritating habit
of using the alphabet as a tool. For instance, I can still hear the words of my
teacher’s introduction to a class assignment. “I will call out your names alphabetically
and you will tell the class what you did this summer. Okay, Alan, you are
first.” No escape to this agony presented itself. “Come on Alan, we’re waiting.”
Full of reluctance, I stood up and informed my classmates of my summer.
Many times, when I got home
from school, I asked my mom, the favoured one, things like, “How come both my
names begin with the letter “A”?” In a masterful way, my mom would reply, “Because
that’s your name!” What? How does this help? She would then sit me down and
give me a cookie. I still love cookies.
My dad worked as a school custodian prior to my parents packing us up and emigrating to Canada. When I was eight, my dad taught me how to clean out the coal furnaces responsible for heating the school. This was a tough job, but I soon became used to it. The coal dust made me dirty, and this never thrilled my mom. I was fine with it.
Those memorable days with my parents are in the distant past. I still look back on them as precious. Now I am older, I understand the meaning of my name even more. Life is precious and in God’s eyes I am as well.
Both of my parents died a few years ago. I think of them every day. They are never far from my thoughts. Thank God for precious memories with them. May their memories be eternal.
Alan lives in Deroche, B.C. with his wife, Terry. He
contributed stories to Good Grief People by Angel Hope Publishing, 2017 and
Story by Story: The Power of a Writer, Unstoppable Writers Publishing, 2018.
Alan has also written articles for FellowScript Magazine. Blog:
https://scarredjoy.ca. Alan is the Provincial Rep. Liaison and BC Rep for InScribe. Alan is currently working on his book, "Plant Them A Garden: A Reflective Work of Grief, Faith, and Poetry.
I enjoyed your reminiscing, Alan. Your parents sound like lovely people. I also like the meaning of your name. My son's middle name is 'Allen' (different spelling, I know, than yours) but the meaning is the same.
ReplyDeleteHi Tracy! Yes, my parents were indeed lovely. I like your son's name. :) I wonder how often his name is misspelled. I don't know how often I have had to correct the spelling of my name.
DeleteA wonderful tribute to your folks, Alan. Sounds like they had very full lives and were wonderful parents. One question though...what kind of cookie was/still is your favourite?
ReplyDeleteHi Sharon! Thank you for your comment about my parents. My mom often baked ginger snaps. They remain one of my favourites. Notice I said "one" of my favourites? I also love oatmeal chocolate chip. When I want to get fancy. I add a thin slice of cheese on my cookie with a nice mug of coffee. :)
DeleteHow nice to have two good parents. Many kids live in a war zone where the adults are more childish than the children. Having loving parents who treat you as special is an everlasting blessing.
ReplyDeleteHi Bruce! How are you? Yes, I knew kids who lived with parents who warred with each other. My parents weren't perfect but they did a good job of raising my siblings and I.
DeleteI loved learning about your parents, Alan. Thank you for introducing us. And well I remember the teacher calling on us in alphabetical order - by last name - which meant I was always at the end because my maiden name started with W!
ReplyDeleteHi Joy! Thank you for your comment. I can only remember one time where a teacher began calling us from the end of the alphabet. I spent many a class thinking, " oh great, here we go again!"
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