The question of the day – what do you think about your name and how did you get it?
My brothers (21 and 22 years older than me) named me. It came down to Delores or Patsy. My mother said “no” to Delores. So, Patsy it was.
My mother wanted a boy and had planned to name me Myron David. Oddly enough, one of my best friends in high school was a boy named MD. At some point, when we were seniors, I asked him what his given name was – Myron David. I have no idea where my mother heard the name Myron or why she was attracted to it.
My middle name is “Ann” – like 95% of the female population between 30 and 50.
I have always wished that they named me with a family name – Maranda Rose was my great grandmother and I’ve always loved that. Her mother’s name was Sarah Emaline, which I also love. On the other side of the family, my grandmother’s name was Minda Augusta, which I also like.
I don’t mind my name at all. My family calls me “Pat” but everyone else calls me “Patsy.” I had an aunt that called me “Patty” her whole life.
I don’t get really worked up when people mispronounce my name or anything of that nature. Some people freak out. I just answer. It’s not that big of a deal.
A name annoyance thing – when they ask me how to spell my name at a restaurant. I always just want to say – it doesn’t matter – write down something you can say in a way that I’ll know you mean me. You’re not going to send me an engraved invitation, you’re going to say my name over a $19.95 crackling speaker – the spelling is immaterial.