Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:This cracks me up a bit as someone who grew up in real cowboy country -- not the Old West, of course, but a small cowboy town out west where lots of my classmates actually ran cattle with their families and pretty much everyone went to the rodeo several times a year. There's also a corner of my family who were real cowboys in California as recently as the 1940s and 50s, when much of what is now developed around Los Angeles was still horse country and desert.
Some of the names I grew up with include Lee, Dick (yes, in the 80s!), Billy (not a nn for William, a standalone name), Ryder, Levi, and Luke. No Coltons or Wyatts, both of which would have been considered too on-the-nose. Among the girls, I knew multiple Cheyennes, a Winona, and a Juniper (called Junie) that I can remember.
I actually really love a lot of these names as they remind me of the place and people I grew up with. But I would personally never use them because I was a hard-core townie and I'd feel like a poser.
NP and I'd love to hear from this PP more about their upbringing. What town out west? And where in Los Angeles area? Do you mean the valley before it was paved over? Or maybe the westside? My uncle went to UCLA in the 40s and said he had to walk through orchards in Westwood to get there.
As an aside, I've been at the age for a while where I find it strange to look at a place and remember how it was. Like when my car broke down on the 101 at Las Virgenes and all there was besides land was a Bob's Big Boy and a gas station with a pay phone; now it's Calabasas. I contrast that with an opposite experience; I also used to live in a main section of Boston (Back Bay, Commonwealth Ave) and there is something very comforting to be able to go back 25 years later and the whole area fells exactly the same.