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[Cicada]

83. My people are in rural Alabama. 14 is plenty old enough.

My aunt Maxine was a grandmother at 31. She gave birth at 17, her daughter 14.

My mom taught me we weren't poor white trash. We were tacky. Poor white trash know what they do is wrong. We tacky people THOUGHT we were doing things right.

One of my uncles was just named "baby" until he started school and the school made him get a name (wait for it - he got first name Bonaparte middle name Lafayette, we just called him BL.) Another of my uncles was called CF. The Navy in WW II made him pick a full name he took Charles Fillmore. I had a real name but to everybody I was just Butch. My first teacher made me use my real name, a kinda fancy sounding name ending Jr. Only because my mom was 100% sure I would be a girl and after 2 days the nurse told her she had to name me or she would. My mom picked my dads name with Junior at the end because she had no other idea for a boy name. In school I went from a bully who knocked every one's milk over to a bookish person who ultimately graduated near the top of my class at Yale. And got a couple more degrees too. I really think the forced name change made that possible. And that was exactly why Mrs Laughbon made me use a more civilized name.