That’s my Uncle Lee. He was in World War One when I was born. I was going to be named after him, but then I was a girl.
These days, it wouldn’t matter of course, I could have just been called Lee. But back then, they added Janie in front.
In the South I’m still Janie-Lee. That was dropped as soon as we moved North. No one up here has time for two names."
— Grams, looking at old family photos.