Jimmy

This is probably the only thing I will ever write about my Uncle Jimmy.My Uncle Jimmy is my mother's youngest brother. My mother is thirteen years older than him. She helped raise him since my mother is one of the oldest children out of a brood of nine.Jimmy is just Jimmy. It's not James. Not Jim or Jay. Just Jimmy. My grandparents, as the fashion was in the Philippines in those days, wanted to give my Uncle an "American-style" name, out of bourgeois aspiration.It was very common in those days to give children Spanish names, like José or César. But out of naiveté or artlessness, instead of giving my Uncle the proper name of James, they settled on "Jimmy," probably because they liked the sound of it better, not knowing it was a nickname, a name for a little boy. Full story...