H is for Hambone

The best nick-names can’t be chosen or picked…they have to evolve naturally.

With a last name of Hammons it didn’t take long before kids started calling me Hambone. I’m from a military family and we moved around frequently, so there usually wasn’t enough time for my nickname to morph into anything else…so for most of my adolescent years that’s what I was called…Hambone.

When I made it to college it didn’t take long for Hambone to emerge again and I settled in with it. But after a year or two it changed…or should I say it shortened…to just Bone.

One day I was walking in a field near the house my family lived in while I attended college and came across the bone in the picture above. It became my symbol and found its way to the mantle in my apartment – solidifying my nickname for the next ten years.

When we moved to Arkansas, my nickname didn’t move with me. I was in my mid-thirties by then and nicknames just didn’t seem appropriate anymore.

But the best nicknames don’t die…they get inherited. Yep…my oldest son’s nickname? Bone. I’ve passed the baton onto him as well. He proudly displays the bone on his mantle now.  :)