How often does a person get to remake oneself in old age? Not very often, right? Well, I'm going to do it.
My nom de blog is Grandmère Mimi. My real name is June Butler, as most of you know by now, since I had to out myself at the Episcopal Café in order to write there. My blog name will continue to be Grandmère Mimi; I'm not switching to my real name for the blog.
I have never liked my given name. It was not cool ever, not even when I was young. Sorry, Mother dear, forgive me. I know you will, because you are in that better place where forgiveness flows freely.
For you, my new virtual friends, so there won't be confusion, I have a request: please call me Mimi. I like that better than June - much better. My grandchildren and my daughter-in-law call me Mimi, so I do answer to the name. When we meet in person, if you call out Mimi, I won't look around to see who you're calling for. I will answer. Thank you.
The service this morning, at which Bishop Katharine presided and preached, was wonderful, and I am going to write about it - just not tonight. I'm tired. Tomorrow.
REMEMBER: MI CHIAMANO MIMI!
Mimi it is.
ReplyDeleteA gentleman always refers to a lady as she prefers.
ReplyDeleteAnd you my dear are most assuredly a lady.
Cher Mimi.
Peace
JP
Mimi, what a lovely name, which I will remember! You are dear.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I've ever thought of you as anything but "Mimi." I like it. of course I did use it in emails to you, but now that I know you prefer it, Mimi it will be in all correspondence.
ReplyDeletePas de problème -- cela sera Grandmère Mimi.
ReplyDeleteMimi it will be!
ReplyDeleteof course, Mimi. I will always think of you as "Mimi" anyway. I hope someday I have the opportunity to meet you.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kindness and obedience. You are good children - all of you.
ReplyDeleteI know that the mad one will not honor my request. I will still be "that woman" or "Mrs Bird".
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Dennis, as I said before, you are one crazy ass psychologist.
ReplyDeletejust a crazy mental health counselor. Don't get to call myself a psychologist for a couple of more years.
ReplyDeleteMimi darling, I've known you were June since you noted months ago that you had to write under your real name at The Episcopal Cafe, to which you'd sent a letter. So I went into Jane, Girl Reporter (or Mata Hari) mode and it was easy. Anyway, to us you are forever Mimi, Grandmère Mimi, and your writing is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHello dear Mimi! Even though I recently (pre-Episcopal cafe outing!) had the opportunity to learn your real name I have continued to think of you in only one way...
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Jane! Fran! Thank you You're so sweet.
ReplyDeleteReally, Mimi, I didn't know there was supposed to be some secret about it; I'd ask for any help around to keep track of such matters, but mercy is sufficient to the need, regardless.
ReplyDeleteWhen I first started to blog, I was timid about my name getting out, but the longer I've gone on, the less it mattered. I'm now relieved, because no one can say I'm hiding behind pseudonymity.
ReplyDeleteNot that there's anything wrong with writing under a pseudonym. I can see many reasons for doing that. Great writers have done it, after all.
Mimi it is! As others have said, even after I knew your "real" name, I still thought of you as Mimi. It suits you.
ReplyDeleteWell, your given name connects you with a Roman goddess, as well as Mrs. Cleaver, and your chosen name connects you with the BVM. Either way, we are humbled to be in your e-presence.
ReplyDeleteJuno and June Cleaver. Think of that.
ReplyDeleteKJ, I assure you that I never did my housework and cooking in high heels.
In like manner, I am humbled by the e-presences who visit here.
As long as you wore your faux pearls and an apron -- I'm sure the heels were optional.
ReplyDeleteYou might call yourself Mimi, but you have the ready tongue of Musette, and a good thing too!
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KJ, no faux pearls or aprons either. And I put the damned milk bottle on the table. No pitchers of milk for everyday meals.
ReplyDeleteNancy, I believe you speak a bit of truth. Mimi's too nice.
Mimi's out! Mimi's out! Aw darn--it is just about her name!!!
ReplyDeleteI kinda like June but if you like Mimi, I will continue to use that.
I outed myself at Jake's some months back but Muthah+ suits me too. But NOBODY dares call me that. Would you?
Muthah+, are you old enough to be my mother?
ReplyDeleteOh, I get it. It's the othah muthah, right?
I missed your outing at Jake's. What is your name - if you don't mind?
I'd seen your name somewhere or other -- perhaps in the pictures from when you went to gut houses in New Orleans?
ReplyDeleteBut you're Grandmère Mimi, and that's that.
Kate, thank you.
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