Although I am a true pickle connoisseur, (my husband even gifted me The Pickle of the Month Club once), I didn’t get my nickname solely from indulging in those crunchy little bites of happiness.
I always thought my nickname, Nickle Pickle, originated from me being a child incapable of sounding out Nicole, and instead running it together as Nickle, but much to my surprise, my mom recently clarified it actually came from my grumpy great grandmother.
Great grandma was a real character. She had one of those scratchy deep smoker voices that sounded more like it was computer generated than human. She was a no nonsense, tell it like it was kind of woman, with a few skeletons in her closet that nearly made it to her grave, but that’s another story!
I loved visiting her for two reasons. She always had those little Brach’s fruit nougats on hand, and she had plant terrariums all over the place, which I found super interesting; snacks and a show.
Mom wasn’t sure if great grandma just couldn’t master spelling Nicole (since she addressed all of greetings cards to me as Nickle), or if she was intentionally poking my mom’s patience, like she often did to everyone in the family.
In any case, if mom couldn’t beat her, she could join her and so I became Nickle Pickle, a name that definitely stuck, and one that certainly became more and more fitting as time went on, thanks to my grumpy great grandmother, no matter what her intentions.