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Wow... I thought I was the only person alive with the closet/hanger obsession. All of my clothes HAVE to face a certain direction. They go in a certain order, and they MUST be on white plastic hangers. I know others who won't use wire hangers, but none of them can understand why mine can only be white. My husband was not at all happy when I moved in and told him the wire hangers had to go.
Now, to go back a little more in the thread...
My paternal grandparents were grandma and papaw to me. My older cousin called them mother and papaw, and my 2 younger cousins called them maw and paw.
I'm not sure, but I think papaw was a revision to the name my dad used for his grandfather.... poppy. I never understood the one cousin calling our grandma mother, and I'm sure I never will. That's just too strange. The younger ones couldn't say grandma or grandpa. It just came out ma and pa, and they stuck with that.
My maternal grandmother was granny. That's what all of grandchildren called her, and I never gave it a second thought. Maybe because I figured she was probably a great-grandparent by the time I was born. If not, then it was only 8 years at the most until she was a great-grandmother.
My son calls my dad pawpaw. This used to really irritate me, but it was at my father's request, so I'm just going along. He calls my mom mawmaw, but I really think that's because she and my grandma didn't care much for each other and she had no desire to share a name. Plus, she thought granny sounded way too old.
He calls his paternal grandparents grammy and gramps. I hate that, but it's what they wanted.
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