story of me
Sep. 28th, 2007 12:24 pmDo you know why your parents named you what they did? Perhaps you have chosen a name besides what you were given at birth. What's your story?
My mother wanted to name me Rachel. My dad vetoed that, because my oldest (half) sister is Rae Lyn, and he thought it would be redundant. My mother then suggested Rebecca. He vetoed that, too- he said it was "too biblical" (my father is pretty staunchly U/U).
But see, Jimmy Carter was running for president the year I was born. And his nine year old daughter's name was Amy. My parents both supported Carter, and my dad suggested the name. After finding out that it means "beloved", my mother agreed. They gave me the middle name of Marie, after my dad's sister, and various other ancestors. And here I am.
And I'll tell my sister's story, too, since she doesn't post in LJ anymore.
Before my sister and I came along, my mother really wanted a boy. She had picked out the name Martin David- the former after Martin Luther, and Martin Luther King jr, and the middle name after someone very special to her- for her first son. When my sister was born a girl, my mother was at a bit of a loss, as my parents really hadn't discussed girls names.
The pastor of the church my mother was attending at the time suggested that there is a female version of Martin, and it would sound very pretty if it were the Germanic version, rather than the English version. So she became Marta. Not Martha, as many people make the mistake; drop the "h", and it becomes a version from many different cultures. My parents gave her the middle name of Elisabeth, after my mother's mother.
I like these stories, and I like our names. I think they suit us well. And looking back and contemplating all this, I realize that my sister and I do our namesakes proud. And that makes me feel really good.
So if you'd like, leave me your story in the comments. I'll screen them, but if you say its okay, I'll unscreen your comment so others can see your story.
My mother wanted to name me Rachel. My dad vetoed that, because my oldest (half) sister is Rae Lyn, and he thought it would be redundant. My mother then suggested Rebecca. He vetoed that, too- he said it was "too biblical" (my father is pretty staunchly U/U).
But see, Jimmy Carter was running for president the year I was born. And his nine year old daughter's name was Amy. My parents both supported Carter, and my dad suggested the name. After finding out that it means "beloved", my mother agreed. They gave me the middle name of Marie, after my dad's sister, and various other ancestors. And here I am.
And I'll tell my sister's story, too, since she doesn't post in LJ anymore.
Before my sister and I came along, my mother really wanted a boy. She had picked out the name Martin David- the former after Martin Luther, and Martin Luther King jr, and the middle name after someone very special to her- for her first son. When my sister was born a girl, my mother was at a bit of a loss, as my parents really hadn't discussed girls names.
The pastor of the church my mother was attending at the time suggested that there is a female version of Martin, and it would sound very pretty if it were the Germanic version, rather than the English version. So she became Marta. Not Martha, as many people make the mistake; drop the "h", and it becomes a version from many different cultures. My parents gave her the middle name of Elisabeth, after my mother's mother.
I like these stories, and I like our names. I think they suit us well. And looking back and contemplating all this, I realize that my sister and I do our namesakes proud. And that makes me feel really good.
So if you'd like, leave me your story in the comments. I'll screen them, but if you say its okay, I'll unscreen your comment so others can see your story.
Yeah, sure it's ok
Date: 2007-09-28 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 05:53 pm (UTC)(and, as the standard joke here goes, i gave them as little peace as possible. ha ha.)
(and sure, you can unscreen this:))
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Date: 2007-09-28 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 06:30 pm (UTC)She was having another Irish moment, when she was pregnant with my little brother, well actually she had seen The Verdict. Had Daniel been a girl he would have been Caitlin, after the nurse in that movie. For a boy, they were tossing around Edward after my grandfather, when my stepdad said that he would like a biblical name. My mother, a cradle Anglican, got a little nervous about a biblical name (was he thinking something unpronounceable?), but she was game. And relaxed considerably when he said that he had always liked the book of Daniel. But, one problem she HATES the nickname Danny. So they had come up with James Daniel, which satisfied them both. Until the day after my brother was born, and my uncle went to visit at the hospital. He arrived and said,
"So how's ol' Jack Daniels doing?"
Suddenly, Daniel James was a lovely name.
(feel free to post)
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Date: 2007-09-28 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 09:40 pm (UTC)Middle name is due to my Godmother Colleen.
Last name, well its what I got with the kit n kaboodle.
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Date: 2007-09-28 10:30 pm (UTC)My parents didn't want to name their firstborn James to irk grandma, so they named their second born (me) James. My middle name is William, after my grandpa on my mom's side.
My brother's first name is Jeffery (not Jeffrey). They just thought it was spelled Jeffery. :) His middle name is Charles, after my grandpa on my dad's side.
I guess my grandpa was originally named Burdinsky (or Burdinski?) when he came over from Germany, but changed it to Burton upon arriving in the states. :)
Sorry for so much info. :) It's ok to share.
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Date: 2007-09-28 10:51 pm (UTC)s'all good
Date: 2007-09-28 10:39 pm (UTC)Re: s'all good
Date: 2007-09-28 10:51 pm (UTC)Unscreen if you wish
Date: 2007-09-29 12:49 am (UTC)