The community here at Sweet Mother is so good. So good. It is part all-hands-in Amish barn building and part communal-commiseration, bitch-fest. It is not all due to me. A lot of it has to do with you. As a way to pay back my oh so wonderful readers and new blogger friends out there, Mother is introducing the “Reggies List”. It’s like a blogroll, only more high on itself. Today, I will introduce our first “Reggie” – the requirements are simple. You read this blog regularly. You have a blog. You post things on that blog regularly. And, lastly, but probably most important – you believe in good colon health. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you…
Bill McMorrow
Bill hails from the Boston area. Bill is a blogger. Bill is WICKED cool. (That’s right I said Wicked! Where are Matt Damon and Ben Affleck?) Bill is also a Mc. Now, I don’t mean that as a derogatory term for the Irish or that he is an emcee. He is, quite literally, an Mc, as indicated by his name – McMorrow. I love names and their histories and as I was doing the research for this piece, I came across the etymology of Bill’s last name. You’d be amazed at what you can find when trolling the Irish-American Heritage Hall of Ridiculous Records, just amazed. I found this written history there.
The McMorrow clan originates in a small Irish village. Their surname originally started as Mc. It wasn’t until the 4th century that a fellow from the Mc clan (this is one of Bill’s relatives) was given an extension to his moniker. The records indicate that the following conversation(s) led up to the McMorrow name elongation.
Villager 1: Mc, will you come around and help me with my fence?
Bill’s relative: ‘Morrow.
Villager 2: Mc, will you come around and see the baby?
Bill’s relative: ‘Morrow.
Villager 3: Mc, your admission fee is due for the Callaghan Tavern Poetry Slam. Can you pay that?
Bill’s relative: ‘Morrow.
The records then indicate that the Villagers had a talk behind Mc’s back where they said things like, “That Mc fellow is always saying, ‘Morrow.” This sentence went round and round the village like a game of telephone. It was the most enjoyed extracurricular activity of the village, since it was the 4th century and no one had access to a DVR or Playstation. Naturally, by the fifth time the sentence made its pass through the Village Square, it developed into, “Has anyone seen McMorrow?” Today and forever more, the Mcs are known as the McMorrows. History is fascinating, isn’t it?
Even more fascinating than Bill’s lineage, is Bill himself. Bill drives a forklift. I picture him waking up each morning in Boston, grabbing a cup of coffee, and his smartphone. He sets off for work. (Bill, of course, reads Sweet Mother while he’s on the job, as I encourage everyone to do so.) Bill’s forklift job takes place at an enormous clothing heap warehouse. His job is to take quantities of the vintage clothing off of the clothing heap and drive that poundage over to the conveyor belt. At the belt it is sorted and packaged. From there it is sent off to Hipster Villages throughout Massachusetts where ultimately skinny men will give their right man-part for a perfectly worn Atari t-shirt. Rightfully so, Bill has become disillusioned by his part in the vintage clothing food-chain.
Reading Sweet Mother has changed him, though. Recently he started skimming a pull or two off of the clothing heap. Every third extraction Bill takes the clothing poundage and dumps it in a waiting mini-van. The mini-van takes that portion of clothing to Chinatown where it is sold to blind people as knock-off Michael Korrs. Bill takes about 40% of the profits. 20% he gives to charity. The other 20% he throws back into his blog. I have started to call Bill’s one-man movement where he skims the vintage clothing off the clothing heap and sells it for a profit – OCCUPY NOSTALGIA. His blog is most certainly right in step with such a movement.
There you can find unbelievably enjoyable posts where Bill talks about watching the entire Faces of Death marathon and living to tell about it. An unbelievably hysterical video highlighting the troubles of an America-Canada border patrol professional. And a sparkly post dissecting the positive qualities of musicians who fall under the “one hit wonder” category.
I like reading Bill’s stuff and you will too. He’s a good guy. A funny guy. An enjoyable guy (with a forklift license!) and if I have any readers left here at all, I say to you – FOLLOW HIM TODAY. FOLLOW HIM RIGHT NOW. Not ‘Morrow. Today.
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Being from a small village, I love the McMorrow story!
so glad you like it, little miss! more to come… 🙂 mother
SM,
I second this. Bill is cool, even if he lives in Bruins-Town.
I mean we all make choices in life – leaving Boston for example.
Right, Bill? Right?
Le Clown
i’ve been waiting for a testosterone fueled hockey argument to break out on here. all i can say is what took you so long? lol. glad you liked it… can’t wait to yours… will be so much fun. 😉 moms
McMorrow story is nice..
never thought history could be so interesting… 🙂
:0 especially when you make it up! lol. xox, mother
Ooooooo this should be good. Can’t wait to see who our dear Sweet Mother finds entertaining.
bethy, would love to do one on you… all you have to do is send me a pic of you with a ‘fiber rich’ substance… baby food counts, i’m just saying! no pressure, but sm is here should you ever want. 😉 sm
I’m scared if Bill is reading Sweet Mother on a forklift. That could get messy.
Btw, did u get the pic I emailed you?
hello there, rob, yep, got your pic. there’s a few ahead of you, but can’t wait to do yours… should be fun! lol. much love, sweet mother
Love the name story! I always want one like that but my dads father (whom we call voldemort because he must not be named) made up our last name in ’76 in order to escape some debts he accrued!
oh my god, can you still do that to escape debt? if so, i’m in… just call me ‘sweet miller’ or something like that. lol. seriously, that’s a great story, kloi. hugs and such, sweet mother
I have a great pic in mind….
But I don’t know if I can top Rainman.
i welcome any attempts you make… however, i was going to include you in the ‘mcbowel’ piece… you also have the additional option of getting your own. i’m just saying, i don’t see you both as a onesy – i see you as a two-sey who make a nice outfit, all together… xo, mumsy-bear
We are a great pants suit. But I’m obviously the jacket (I don’t even know what that means, but it sounded so clever). Please include me in McBowel, but I will submit my own work anyway, simply because Eric did all the work for that piece. I just ate.
Did as I was told like the good girl (*cough cough*) that I am.
hmmmmm, now what in the hell did i tell you to do? my memory is sh*t! lol. but, it sounds intriguing. let me know whatever it is and i’ll look at it… hopefully it’s a ‘fiber rich’ pic…lol. i have lost my mind over here. xo, sm
Well I’m following Bill now, of course! 🙂
of course, of course, i’m a bit slow! even with my own bits! lol
Love this! Such a different take on the old blogroll… Well done! 🙂
so glad you like it, ged. momma’s trying, momma’s trying. don’t always hit the bullseye, but trying for some consistency at the very least. 😉 thanks for saying you like it. means a lot to me. – mother
Yet again I am reminded why a) I like you and b) I follow you. If only I had a fraction of your wit I’d be set. That and a bigger keyboard. It’s taken me ten minutes to get thus far…
oh, kanerva, i so understand. i am so behind on answering comments you have no idea. not that anyone reads the old ones, but when ppl comment, i try and take the time and answer and the whole thing – well – it takes so much time! lol. anyway, thanks for saying those sweet things. it means a lot. as i’m trying here, for sure i am trying. 😉 much love, sweet mother
Now I wish my last name had a cooler meaning than just “son of Jack”. So boring.
ohhhhhhh, how wrong, how wrong. there’s so much that could be done with that… it all just depends WHO jack was… 😉 all it takes is a photo and a blog.. i’m just saying… hugs and such, sweet mother
Lol. I guess if you think about just how frisky Jack had to have been to necessitate the creation of an entire surname, then yeah I can see that. 😀
For the love of sweet baby Jesus, born, died and resurrected on this very day!!! This is phenomenal Mother, I love it. The McMorrow bit is awesome. I would totally keep the Atari shirt for myself though.Thanks for the love. You’re the best.
you forgot to mention the un-dead guy could fly!
Reblogged this on bill mcmorrow and commented:
Sweet Mother has shown me some love. Happy zombie jesus day to us all.
Sorry Sweet Mother. I’m trying to catch up on your awesomeness this evening, but my roommate has filled my wine glass to the brim several times in the last few hours, and the words keep turning into scurrying squiggles on my screen. I’ll catch up tomorrow properly while I’m nursing my hangover. In the meantime, continue being awesome – – not just for me, mind you, but for mankind in general.
allison, you can leave me comments like this any time! i love and encourage people to read this little blog while drinking copious amounts of wine!! not enough people do so. 😉 anyway, bacon, egg, and cheese – the best hangover cure in the world. then reading more sweet mother and drinking more wine in the afternoon. lol. well, at least we can dream… xo, sm
Morning Bill McMorrow! I love the idea of a Robin Hood on forklift 😀
cool, right? wink, wink, ac. xo, sm
I follow Bill, as you say, he’s wicked cool!
love you, gills, love you. i am fond of the guy meself. xo, sm
I will check him out. Thanks for the tip!
my pleasure and more of those to come here…and if you ever want me to write a completely made up profile about you and your blog, only send me a fiber rich pic and it can happen… 😉 momma
Stupid question, what is a fiber rich pic?
Was going to leave a comment and then decided to wait until Morrow….. 😛
lllllooooooooollllllllll. love you, today and ‘morrow. ridiculously stupid bit, but soooo fun. xo, me
Thanks for bringing a funny blogger to our attention! Love the name history lesson. Genius!
so glad you liked it, winn. always makes me smile to see your face here. xo, sm
Thanks for the recommendation. I went over to Bill’s blog and dropped a box of toothpicks.
lol, glad you did, 7. he may forklift them into a nice pile. bill is always cleaning that way… xo, momma