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suppose this means I should reflect on something. My brother (Andrew James {
AJ}) is naming his son-to-be after himself which is interesting given our family's history with that process. My mother (Susan {Sue}) felt very strongly that she wanted to named my sister (Danielle {Dani}) after my father (Daniel {Dan}), and she did so. My father didn't like this idea but went along with it because it meant he got pick the middle name. When my mother became pregnant with my brother, my father constantly alluded to the fact that he should be named after my mother. Before that could happen a Johnny Cash song was released and it became popular in Japan (where my father was station and living with my mother and sister) just prior to my brother's conception, it was called "A Boy Named Sue". After that my father decided it would be cruel to name his son Sue. I wasn't named after anyone (at least not my first name). My middle name is a family middle name but wasn't chosen to honor anyone specific. My brother's name alluded to my mother's maiden name of Anderson and his middle name was chosen to honor my paternal grandfather and one of my uncles. The fact that I wasn't named after anyone in particular used to make me sad at being left out but now it makes me feel unique.
Interesting names over generations! My oldest sister was named after my mother and my brother was named after our dad. (Kind of, in that my dad used his middle name as much as his first - William Earl - and my brother is Earl.)
ReplyDeleteFor some reason it tickled the parents' fancy to name us all (3 girls, 1 boy) with E's... I was the youngest, and the lovely consequence was the old school gym suits, that had to have names on them, sported "E. Kain"... hand-me-down nightmare for the youngest daughter! Grundgy, ugly, worn, white gym suit. I didn't like gym already, this did nothing to build my ego!
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ReplyDeleteI completely understand the plight of the youngest child. For me the worst part was that my parents got tired of taking pictures all the time, so by the time I graduated high school the number of pictures from my childhood wouldn't even fill the few remaining pages of my baby book. Still I was lucky: my parents stayed together and stay in love, I have three grandparents still, and I had a built in support system (my brother and sister) no matter how many times we moved.