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Nooccar

March 06, 2006 By: nooccar Category: Adams, Claire, Weblogs

Nooccar. What an interesting name that only our insanest of
engineering friends even remotely identified in a split nanosecond that only
someone like her would even measure. It’s raccoon backwards, and much of that
began with an insane childhood hunting with my dad in the wildwoods of Pennsylvania where, to
amuse me (or himself), he’d call all animals by their backwards’ names. We
hunted reed, yekrut, nooccar, and other insane animals that are definitely not
found anywhere near where my wife and I are actually bringing up our daughter: Arizona. The Sonoran Desert. The Grand Canyon, Mexico, and the Painted
Desert. Not to mention Meteor Crater where a supposed meteor crash
landed some eons ago, but really maybe people like my dad’s ancestors first
arrived on this planet.

Anyway, back to nooccar. My dad may be utterly crazy but I
love him, and there are some things he taught me and I instill those things to
my daughter. Nooccar is one of them. So Donna and I were shopping in Target one
evening, and we found a small dog toy that was a miniature raccoon. We
playfully waved it in Claire’s face and she reached up with her stubby little
baby hands and grabbed at the raccoon. It was in the dollar bin, so we tore the
small tag off it’s butt and gave it to her. Now she loves tags, and if we made
a tag doll, it would sell. She chews on tags and would find them anywhere on
anything at anytime. The raccoon lives in the Four Runner, and she plays with
him every morning. Somewhere along the line his name became nooccar. She loves
nooccar and we love her. This blog is not only about us but it’s about her. So
it’s noocar. That’s it. Stick a fork in me.

  • Mum

    Hahaha….I identified nooccar as raccoon backwards immediately. No doubt….been married to the dad person for >33 years now. It wasn’t to amuse baby Devon that he called all the animals by thier backwards names…..it was something Dad and his best friend in HS did when they went hunting together!! I’m not entirely sure where it got started but I’m pretty sure Dave had something to do with it. In fact, you should ask around. It may have had something to do with Dave’s dad! Dad was introduced to hunting by Dave, I think. Dave’s dad was a big hunter. In fact he died out in the woods doing what he loved best…on his own terms. Certainly Grampap never hunted a darn thing in his whole life! Bill might know about this. Now hunting with Bill…now there’s a story worthy of nooccar here! But yeah, the whole backwards thing has a bigger history. Who knows….it may have been something the elder Mr. Z did to amuse little Dave, little Bill, etc….etc….(they had a TON of kids!)