"Mom, why did you name me June?"
The answer was not one I expected, to say the least.
No, my name didn't come from a family name passed down through generations, but from the movie Trail of the Lonesome Pines, a black and white movie made in the nineteen forties. My Dad loved the name of the actress, June. You guessed it, I was tagged June!
Forty five years passed by...then late one night, with remote in hand I scanned a list of tv chanels and spotted a movie title "Trail of the Lonesome Pines." I selected the movie, I wanted to see why my Dad was so taken with this actress he named me June.
I settled back in my chair expecting to see a great movie, after all, why would my daddy name me for her other wise. Not so, take my word for it 'cause ten minutes later the channel was changed!
The imagery of the author conjured up in my mind as he wrote Trail of the Lonesome Pines, he sat hunched over his black manual typewriter in a shady part of town in a smoke filled room.
The answer was not one I expected, to say the least.
No, my name didn't come from a family name passed down through generations, but from the movie Trail of the Lonesome Pines, a black and white movie made in the nineteen forties. My Dad loved the name of the actress, June. You guessed it, I was tagged June!
Forty five years passed by...then late one night, with remote in hand I scanned a list of tv chanels and spotted a movie title "Trail of the Lonesome Pines." I selected the movie, I wanted to see why my Dad was so taken with this actress he named me June.
I settled back in my chair expecting to see a great movie, after all, why would my daddy name me for her other wise. Not so, take my word for it 'cause ten minutes later the channel was changed!
The imagery of the author conjured up in my mind as he wrote Trail of the Lonesome Pines, he sat hunched over his black manual typewriter in a shady part of town in a smoke filled room.
I watched as he pecked away at the keys over and over...J u n e... J u n e ...J u n e.
"Gee whiz, I thought, why didn't you name her something like Lou Ann or Georgia Anne, Emma Ruth, even Sadie Bell would have worked! But oh-no, that author named her June!"
Back to Junie B...
Growing up, Bug was added...June Bug was not a name I was fond of, but over the years it was changed to Junie Bug then Junie B.
I can live with Junie Bug or Junie B!
Oh, I still get phone calls from my oldest nephew who is eleven years my junior with "What's the Junie Bug up to today?"
I chuckle and say. "Same ole thing!"
Our bond is special, we both know its a love tag from childhood. Our ties are akin to older sister and younger brother rather than aunt and nephew.
"Gee whiz, I thought, why didn't you name her something like Lou Ann or Georgia Anne, Emma Ruth, even Sadie Bell would have worked! But oh-no, that author named her June!"
Back to Junie B...
Growing up, Bug was added...June Bug was not a name I was fond of, but over the years it was changed to Junie Bug then Junie B.
I can live with Junie Bug or Junie B!
Oh, I still get phone calls from my oldest nephew who is eleven years my junior with "What's the Junie Bug up to today?"
I chuckle and say. "Same ole thing!"
Our bond is special, we both know its a love tag from childhood. Our ties are akin to older sister and younger brother rather than aunt and nephew.
Below is the lyrics to the music Trail of the Lonesome Pine
Recorded by Hal "Lone" Pine and his Mountaineers with Betty CodyWriters: MacDonald and Carroll.
In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia On the trail of the lonesome Pine In the pale moonshine our hearts entwine Where you carved your name and I carved mine.
Oh, you - like the mountains are blue Like the pine - I am lonesome for you In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia On the trail of the lonesome Pine.
On a mountain in Virginia stands a lonesome Pine Just below is the little cabin home of a little girl of mine Her name is June and very, very soon she'll belong to me For I know she's waiting there for me 'neath that lone Pine tree.
Oh, you - like the mountains are blue Like the pine - I am lonesome for you In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia On the trail of the lonesome Pine.
On a mountain in Virginia stands a lonesome Pine Just below is the little cabin home of a little girl of mine Her name is June and very, very soon she'll belong to me For I know she's waiting there for me 'neath that lone Pine tree.
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