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Mazel Tov, Macaronis!!!!

This week's Macaronis are:

* I Hate So Much
* Kitchen Geeking
* Shouts and Hollers
* Why Charleston
* The Glamorous Life of a Hausfrau
* West Virginia Hotdog Blog
* Buzzardbilly

Mazel Tov, Macaronis!!!!!!

Memory Lane

My uncle is working on our family tree and researching McChesney ancestry. Every once in a while I do some Internet researching of my own to see if there are any leads that I can find to help him. In doing so I ran across my grandfather's obituary unexpectedly. It took me a back for a moment. And then...I smiled because as Morrie Schwartz says, "Death ends a life, not a relationship." Do you all remember "Dancing Lessons?" He was a great man.

David W. McChesney

David Wallace McChesney, 78, of Charleston died Tuesday, May 5, 1998, in CAMC, Memorial Division, after a short illness. He was a retired district sales manager for Continental Conveyor Co., Charleston, a member of First Presbyterian Church, Charleston, an Army veteran of World War II, a graduate of McCallie Prep School, Chattanooga, Tenn., received a mining engineering degree from West Virginia University and was a 45-year resident of the Kanawha Valley. Surviving: wife, Lynne McChesney; sons, David W. Jr. of Sutton, John F. of Charleston; four grandchildren. Memorial service will be 3 p.m. Saturday at First Presbyterian Church Sanctuary, Charleston, with the Rev. Douglas Heidt and the Rev. Dean Thompson officiating. Friends may call after the service in the Activities Building of the church. The family suggests memorial contributions to First Presbyterian Church Library Fund, 16 Broad St., Charleston, WV 25301, or a charity of choice. Barlow-Bonsall Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.

Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween! I hope that everyone has a fun and safe Halloween weekend!

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Give it a shot. See if you can beat the computer! Giggle. Giggle.

Was It Juliet or Mick That Really Got It?

"What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet..."
-Juliet, Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet

"Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name."
-Sympathy For The Devil, The Rolling Stones

My great grandfather was a 'Mac.' My father was a 'Chez,' rhymes with 'says' or 'Pez.' 'Chez' is the second syllable of my last name. Mc*Ches*ney. I have the Mc/Mac and the Chez in my name. Therefore, I have adopted both nick names. I relate and respond to both. Though my family still calls out Heather, I have rarely been referred to by friends as simply Heather since the age of 12.

When entering junior high school, it became apparent that there were several parents in the 70's that LURVED to name their daughters Heather. It was a popular name. It was the 53rd most used name in the United States in 1990. There were quite a few of us that went to school at John Adams Junior High School in Charleston, WV. In short, there were Heathers out the ass, and we all became friends. It became confusing and during a time when personal identity is utterly important, I felt lost in the Heathers. While some of the Heathers kept the Heather, others became HBs and initials, and I became as my father before me...Chez. I have remained Chez for the most part with the exception of a few years that I spent bar tending in an Irish Pub in Morgantown, WV.

McClafferty's Irish Pub in Morgantown is a home away from home. It is a Cheers of Motown. Some of my most favorite people patronize McClafferty's. It was here that the owner decided that his Scotch-Irish bartender would become Heather Mac. It caught on. Even today when visiting my former watering hole, I'm still referred to as Heather Mac. It's like your favorite sweatshirt, you can't wear it all of the time, but it sure does feel good to wear every once in a while.

With all of this said, I must tell you that I prefer not to be introduced to new people using any other name but Heather. Having just met, I prefer not to instantly assume that we will have that much familiarity from the get go. This is something that I have had to stress with friends when they are providing new introductions to acquaintances. However, with time, when it becomes natural, Chez is exceptionally appropriate and normally preferred. I handle my students in the same way. I introduce myself as Ms. McChesney; eventually current students mimic the familiarity of former students. They are also my *Macaronis. My friends are definitely my Macaronis.

Though I identify with my name and my nicknames, I believe that Juliet was maybe on to something. It's not necessarily what you call someone or something; it's more about who or what that person or thing REALLY is. To me, each name represents a specific time and location in my life. However, Mick knows a little bit about the human ego. My ego might be more than my sense of humanity at times. Either way, I am more than a name; I'm The Chez and YOU, You're The Macaronis.

*Wondering how I developed the idea of I'm The Chez and You're The Macaroni? Perhaps you need to listen to some more of the Beastie Boys.

Your Halloween Weekend Plans...

Get your GHOOOOOOOL on with Charleston's finest Hair Metal Band! The Sound Factory welcomes Bon Scott's Cock to the stage Friday Night!

Trickem and Treatem Halloween Bash! You could win $1000 cash! It is sure to be the best Party in town!