One of the first nicknames I acquired in my life was "Pooh". But I'm not sure the origin of this nickname. It could have had something to do with the cute yellow bear I am holding in the above picture.
But, I'm 44 years old, and grown men who were friends of my dad see me around town and still call me Pooh.
I like it, though. It reminds me of Dad. And I like that these old friends of dad still like to call me by that nickname. It was always used as a term of affection.
So, Raymond Pert and Inland Empire Girl, what are your memories of me getting the nickname Pooh?