It was back several months ago, maybe Christmas, or some such occasion, a family dinner. We were all gathered around our dining room table. Son, James, passed out nicely printed cards to each of us.
An announcement. My son, James, and his wife, Jennifer, were proud to announce their future addition to our family. A girl. Wonders of modern medical science had told them that much. The card told us her name would be Caitlyn Leona Heishman.
Great news. Wonderful news. News I’d been hoping to hear while I lived, breathed and was still in possession of good mental capacity. I promptly forgot her name.
Months passed. I’d pull my proud grandpapa act telling folks about the imminent arrival of my granddaughter and then I’d look stupid because I couldn’t answer the “What are they going to name her” question.
Middle name stuck. Leona. For a lot of years now, I’ve known a good bright happy lady named Leona. Leona Reynolds of Moorefield. She’d helped Phoebe’s family run the Moorefield Examiner for many years. She served with me on Hardy County Public Library Commission board for several years and she plays bridge with my sister. Leona Reynolds is “good people.”