George Alexander Louis was born to Kate Middleton and Prince William two weeks ago Monday. After a couple of days and king-sized fanfare, his name was announced. The British royals are good at things like that.
While there’s lots of history behind the little guy’s name, he’s not the only one who has a tale about his signature. So we decided to ask readers, who are royalty to us (really), how they, or members of their families, got their names.
The following are some of our favorites. To read more, visit www.ohio.com.
My wife, Jacqueline, who is in a secure Alzheimer’s care unit … was named by her father, Milton Mills Jr., a World War II Army Airman.
He was a member of a B-17 crew … that was shot down over France on Dec. 30, 1943. Milton was wounded and bailed out near Ully-Saint-Georges, France. He was found by local farmers who hid him from German troops. He was moved to different homes by the French Resistance.
One of the families that took him and cared for him was Dorez. They had a teenage daughter, Jacqueline. My father-in-law named his first daughter in honor of the family …
Even more ironic … is the fact that Milton was able to escape into Spain and return to England. A young French woman, Genevieve Le Berre, whose code name was only known to the French Resistance, was also called Jacqueline. She led Milton and others across the … mountains into Spain and safety.
So now, you can understand why the name Jacqueline is so uniquely important to our family. If it was not for the Jacquelines in my father-in-law’s life, he may not have come home and my wife never born.
David R. Carper
My maiden name is Schauer (pronounced Shower). My sister’s name is April.
As little girls, teenagers and young adults we were April Schauer (Shower) and Autumn Schauer (Shower).
We told everyone our little brother’s name was Thunder! Actually, his name is Stephen (not nearly as creative as my sister and I).
I have four children — all with “nature-themed” names: Forrest, Apryl, Brooke and Noah.
It was March 1945. The war in Europe was at last grinding to an end, but the Pacific war raged on, and my parents, Bob and Marie Handler, were awaiting the birth of their first child — me. And what better way to support the nation and to celebrate its new little citizen than by buying the child a war bond, one for a boy and one for a girl, in the names they had chosen for each: Joyce for a girl and Peter for a boy.
I’m not quite sure when my parents recognized how narrowly they had avoided a naming disaster. I have always been glad to have grown up as Joyce Handler, not Peter. But I’ve also always wondered, what on earth were they thinking?
Joyce Handler Sawyer
Boy named Sue?
In the olden days, before ultrasounds … the sex of a baby was determined by the way the baby was carried: a boy was high, a girl was lower. Everyone told my mom I was to be a boy; my parents picked Michael for a boy’s name. Every day Daddy would come home and ask how was Michael today? Was he quiet, kicked … They got to calling him Mike.
Surprise, surprise, I was a girl. The lady in the next bed was to have a girl and they had picked Barbara, but they had a boy, so they exchanged names. By this time, of course, my nickname was Mike, as it has been for 72 years (turns a lot of heads when a family member says in a store, “Mike, come look at this.”)
Always wondered if somewhere there is a boy nicknamed Barb.
Lady of the night
My mom had her heart set on naming me Margeaux (yes, the French spelling). I guess she thought it sounded pretty and exotic.
I was born in the mid-’60s. At that time, women in labor were given heavy sedatives to help with the birthing process. My dad took advantage of Mom’s grogginess to inform her that the name Margeaux was “too provocative” and was a name a girl had “only if she was a prostitute.”
Instead, he told the hospital my name was Monica (named after the Mother Superior who was the principal at his old high school in Miami, Fla.).
So I went from potentially having this name with a little flair to being named after a nun.
Leave it to the kids
I was born the sixth of seven girls. As you can imagine, by the time I was born, my mother just ran out of ideas for names. So rather than go to a book or consult her siblings, she gave the task to the two oldest in the family, an 11- and 9-year-old.
These two were attending Catholic school and were studying the saints. So for my first name, they chose a saint that showed enormous caring for Jesus as he was headed to his Crucifixion. It was told that Jesus stumbled on his way and she ran forward and wiped the blood and sweat from his face with her veil. The imprint of his face was left on her veil much like the Shroud of Turin. That was Saint Veronica.
They chose my middle name with the thought of any preteen in the 1950s — Annette, after Annette Funicello of the Mouseketeers.
Veronica Annette Collins
I once asked Mom where she got my name, but she never told me. I tell people she was drinking when she named me, but she never drank. I understand from my siblings that our mom was reading a book about a football coach. His wife’s name was Gleora.
When I was in grade school, my name was always used as a tongue twister, “can you say her name five times real fast?” No one could — not even me.
In first grade I became Gigi; my teacher thought my name was too hard for anyone to say and she was right. I get mail addressed to and am called Gleoria, Gloria, Gleeta, Gleozza, Glenda, Glenoria. My name is pronounced Glee-or-a, exactly as it is spelled.
Gleora Gay Gleghorn Montgomery
You might say that my career as an English teacher and love of the short story are what named my daughter.
My first year of teaching out of the ninth-grade textbook led me to O. Henry’s Gift of the Magi. In case you don’t remember, it’s the classic Christmas tale of a married couple, too poor to buy presents for each other, who sacrifice their prized possessions to ensure a happy holiday. The woman’s name is Della.
After reading that piece, I always thought it would be a beautiful name for my little girl and I would pair it with the middle name Marie. Seven years ago, I got my wish.
Today, she’s a bright, blonde-haired young lady on the brink of first grade. When people ask how I came across her name, I always thank O. Henry and his wonderful story of giving and love.
Getting her way
I named my last-born daughter Heidi. She recently told me she had been kidded in school with questions about her grandfather, goats, etc. My favorite book as a kid was Heidi and every time I had a girl, I wanted to use that name, but Daddy didn’t like the name. Finally, after four girls, my husband said he was so tired, he didn’t care what I named her.
My third daughter’s middle name is Patrice, after the opera singer Patrice Munsel. She must have liked it as her daughter’s middle name is also Patrice.
It was only recently I told her the origin of that name, but of course she had never heard of that singer. I’m not an opera lover but she must have made an impression on me.
My last name starts with “S,” so when my second son was due, I suggested the name Aaron Spencer Sword. My wife at the time realized that his initials would spell a certain part of the anatomy and vetoed the idea.
Being older and wiser (?) now, I am glad she did not agree with me. I’m sure Aaron is glad also.
My name is Gregory Bean and when I was born here in Akron, my mother had a crush on Gregory Peck, who was at the time probably Hollywood’s most popular actor. So with my father’s blessing, I was named after Mr. Peck.
Many years ago, I sent Gregory Peck a letter telling him how much I admired not only his acting career but also his grace, style and humanity. I mentioned that I was named after him. What a role model for anyone.
Months after I sent the letter, in the mail arrived an autographed picture which stated, “To Gregory Bean, with best wishes, your namesake, Gregory Peck.” What a kind and thoughtful gesture. We need more Gregory Pecks in the world today.
Whenever I solve a problem or a mystery for my friends or family, I remind them I was named after the one and only Nancy Drew, mystery detective. Folks have such fond memories of that young sleuth back in the days before computers, iPads, iPods and other electronic forms of entertainment.
My mom grew up in a modest family with not much extra money to purchase lavish items for their children. A book was a valued form of entertainment for her and her brother. Whenever a cousin was going to have a birthday, my mom would beg for a Nancy Drew book, read it carefully, not to wrinkle a page, and wrap it up to give as her gift.
A little smirk would come across Mom’s face when the recipient opened the gift and squealed with joy. What has happened to our world that books have become obsolete?
Nancy (Drew) Lemmon
This is the story of how my 12th great-granddaughter got her name, Clementine Constance.
Clementine’s great-grandpa, Bob, dearly loved children and spent 40 summers at church camp for boys. They all followed him around like the Pied Piper (he was never without his box of toys).
We camped a lot and sang a lot around the camp fire. The only song Grandpa could sing and knew was Clementine. His daughters stood by his bed and sang it to him before he met the Lord.
Clementine’s mother, a missionary in Philadelphia, said, “Grandma, we just want to honor you and grandpa for the influence and impact you had upon our lives by naming our daughter after the both of you Clementine Constance.”
I was born Jan. 10, 1949, in Akron. My dad named me after a hamburger joint. Mom said they would drive by this little place she called “a hole in the wall” on Lovers Lane.
Dad really liked the name, so that’s how I became Diana Lee.
Diana Lee Crooks
What goes around
Nearly 50 years ago, I speculated on my fourth child’s name — thinking Stephanie Stephan would have a star-like quality and a nice ring to it. I could see it on a theater marquee.
At the time, Caroline Kennedy and Caroline of Monaco were in the public eye. After some thought, she was christened “Caroline.”
Years later, I told her about nearly naming her Stephanie. Her reply was “I would have hated that, Mom. How yucky — Stephanie Stephan.”
Well, Caroline, paybacks are hell, as they say. Who would have thought … you would marry a fine man whose last name is Carrell?
Could have been Titanic
My cousin is Charon. We always wondered “why not Sharon?”
Charon, of course, is the mythological being of the underworld who accepts souls into Hades, across the River Styx (also, appropriately, the first found moon of Pluto).
When her father, Paul Zeh, was in World War II, his boat was torpedoed and he and his buddies spent some time in a life raft at the mercy of the sea. He swore then that whatever the name of the ship was that came to their rescue would become the name of his firstborn. Hence the name “Charon.”
More tales of how our readers got names
My name is Barbara Miller. I was named after my grandmother.
My maiden name was Barbara Ryb (pronounced Rib). Until I got married, I was called Barbara-Q-Ryb (barbecue rib).
Barbara Ryb-Miller, Copley
Inspired by Cleveland’s skyline driving into work, the name Diana pops into my head and, alas, we had the name for our firstborn, our own princess.
Fast forward seven years; my friend asks me to go pray with her in our Adoration Chapel where I repeatedly heard, “Be open to life!” As a couple that educates others on natural alternatives to birth control, this forced us to realize we were not fully open to God’s will. The next few months involved much prayer as eight obstacles became nonissues including two unexplainable medical miracles.
When our new blessing arrived, he remained nameless until the middle of the first night. I awoke with a start and my first thought was William Joseph, a name we had not discussed at all. When I woke up my husband, we knew we had a daily reminder to follow God’s will. His baptism date had already been set for the Feast of St. Joseph. Plus, he arrived on my father’s birthday.
So while William Joseph Rosario’s name may not stretch from Kensington to the Tower of London, he joined big sister Princess Diana and brothers Dominic and Sir John Paul. Makes one wonder if a little boy George or Catherine is awaiting his or her arrival for an even fuller royal British family?
Ben and Kay Metzler,
My name is Merrily. I was not named for the adjective and not named for the song (“Merrily we roll along …”). There are many Merrilys out there, but they are spelled in various ways, i.e., Merilee, Merrilee, Marilee. There are very few spelled in this manner. My mother told me I was named after a character in the comic strip Terry and the Pirates and she was a much-loved character. The strip ran from 1934-1946 by Steve Caniff.
Of course, it appeared in the Beacon Journal or the Times Press. As Wikipedia says, it was read by 31 million people. I have met through the years a few other “Merrilys.” Not many, and they all are in their 60s and were named from that strip!
I found a lady on Facebook from Middletown, Ind., (originally from Chicago) and she told me she was named from the strip and she had met one other person and yes, all in our late 60s.
I met a lady in my dentist office and she was named also from the strip. But what is so strange, I have Googled Terry and the Pirates and find no mention of a character named Merrily.
Merrily Cooney, Cuyahoga Falls
When people first meet my son, they naturally think he was named after a famous singer; not so. He was named in honor of my paternal grandfather, Elton, and my late cousin John, who passed away in February of 1978. His name is Elton John Ehrich.
The due date for our third child was June 16, 1989. On April 1, my water broke. For the next 19 days, I was on total bed rest in the hospital as the staff kept an eye on the fluid level surrounding the unnamed child in my womb.
Ultrasounds were a fairly new tool and I had one every other day to aid in measuring the fluid. They concluded the sex of the child was a girl and having had two sons already, my husband and I were overjoyed at being able to use the name Amy, which had been our choice had either of the boys been a girl.
I was reading my Bible and in the book of Jeremiah, chapter 33, I came across verse 16 that reads: “And this is the name by which she will be called: The Lord Our Righteousness.” In searching for a name that meant that, I came up with nothing suitable. It then occurred to me to use the first letters of the phrase. Amy Lor was born on April 20, eight weeks premature, weighing in at a healthy 4 pounds 6 ounces.
My name is Ermest Dae. My mother liked unusual names, so for three days after birth, she hadn’t named me. Her cousin suggested the name Ermest after his fiancee. She agreed.
The six children in my mother’s family were Susie Grey, Ethel Mae, Raymond Ray, Myrtle Gae, Alma Dae and Elmer Jay. My two sisters were named Eula Mae and Regina Gae after our aunts, the next aunt insisted I be named after her, so I became Ermest Dae.
When I was 5, there was a comic strip called Boots and Her Buddies. She was a college girl, always dating. Her niece, Pug, lived with her. Pug had freckles, long pigtails, wore bib overalls and always got into trouble. I fit her description.
That summer while visiting our grandparents’ farm, my uncle, who lived with them, went to town. When he came back, he gave me a bag and said, “I bought you something.” To my surprise it was a pair of bib overalls. He said, “Now we can call you Pug.”
Often, some kind typist thinks Ermest is a mistake and changes the M to N, making it Ernest, a masculine name.
The nickname Pug doesn’t help. A dog, a fighter or someone with a short nose doesn’t describe me. At 83 years old, I am still called Pug.
Er’Mest Dae Gillespie
My name is Martha Jane and I shared this name with my grandmother and great-grandmother who both died before I was born. I always have used my middle name only, until a time it is required to use your full name. I started using only the initial M in place of my first name. I am called Mary Jane and I just don’t bother to correct the person any more.
Moral of story, name your child’s first name the name you want to call them, and there will be less confusion. One time I was a patient in a hospital and they were trying to wake me up calling me Martha and I did not respond!
On another note, I was born on Friday the 13th and will be celebrating my birthday on Friday the 13th this year.
M. Jane Voltz,
Killbuck, Holmes County
My parents planned to name me Happy Ivy after my great-grandmother, Happy Ivy Langworthy. I was the first child. My great-grandparents had raised my mother in upper New York State and my great-grandmother died before my mother married.
Just before I arrived, they went to a Western movie. There was a girl in the movie named Darlene. Both my parents liked the name. So I was born in Chicago as Darlene.
I would say going through life as Happy Ivy would have been challenging!
I was enrolled in a pregnancy and exercise study at MetroHealth Hospital for 20 years: before, during and after pregnancy. The purpose of the study was to create new guidelines for exercise during pregnancy. As an exercise physiologist, I value fitness and it only seemed natural to continue to exercise while I a was pregnant. On July 28, 1995, I went for a 4-mile jog along my neighborhood route, and later that night went into labor. I named my baby boy, appropriately, Miles.
The name given to a child shapes them into who they will become. Growing up with a name such as Bubba, Buck, Adolph or Debbie prospering in Dallas garners more puzzling attention from the general public than a Joe, Bill, Andrew or Ann. So we sought out names of people that held certain qualities we hoped our daughter would possess. A beaming smile. Self-confidence. Contagious kindness.
Two window-cleaning customers of mine have Julias. These Julias have that radiant smile, the poise, and the kind-hearted wholesomeness we wanted out of our own future daughter. So it’s from the inspiration of these two Julias that we named our Julia, now 8 years old. What a delight she is. A true Julia she has become.
Eric and Angie Howell, Cuyahoga Falls
My mother’s family all had unusual names like Rochelle, Delight, Allegra, Winnifred and DeWitt, while my dad’s family had pretty common names.
When my parents were expecting me, they lived on a block with five Marys and six Roberts, and they didn’t want to give me a common name. So they took sounds from names they liked, put them together and came up with Saunis. They said they felt a name should have a meaning and so my father found two Norwegian root words that when put together sound like Saunis and mean “salt of the earth.”
They told me that kids might make fun of it, but only because they were jealous of my unique and individual name. Kids did try to make fun of it, but I always loved the name and once the other kids realized that they couldn’t get my goat that way, they gave up.
I was born right after World War II ended — my dad chose my name “Greer” after watching (I think) too many Greer Garson movies while overseas for almost five years. It also went well with my last name, Geisert. When I tell someone my first name, such as over the phone, I can immediately tell if they were pre- or post-baby boomer generation by their recognition of who I might have been named after!
I hated the name as a child — in those days, everyone was named Debbie or Kathy or Sue. When I had my daughter, I named her Rachel, and when she had her daughter, she named her Trudie “because there were five Rachels in my class and I wanted her to have a unique name.” Go figure!
My first name is Lauralee. As the first child in my nuclear family, my parents thought it would be a nice way to honor their mothers by naming me after them. One of my grandmothers was Laura Thomas Cooley. The other was Leona Ury Claypoole. Both of them lived in Akron. Mom (Helene Ury Cooley) and Dad (Parke Cooley) came up with two options: Leora and Lauralee.
Many times people have called me Laura. I explain to them that no, my name is Lauralee not Laura Lee and I also have a middle name, Ann. I too want to honor the memory of my grandmothers by using my whole name. I am happy that my parents gave me a pretty unique name. I was born July 6, 1957, and I just celebrated my 56th birthday.
I was 3 months old before I was given a first name. In 1948, I guess you could leave the hospital without naming your infant.
My father was an opera buff, so he wanted to name me O Sole Mio, which was a Neapolitan opera song written in 1898, whose melody was composed by Eduardo di Copua. Translated, “O sole mio” means “my sunshine.” My mother soundly nixed the name. Could you hear my mom calling me to come inside from playing?
He then wanted to name me Wilamena, a hybrid of his name William and hers, Amey. Again, my mother nixed this. The nurse suggested Stephanie Louise, which my mother liked but dad did not. So … home I went with the first name “Baby,” last name Suddeth.
Finally, the Health Department contacted my parents demanding that my birth certificate be filled out with a proper name. They finally agreed on Suzette, a French name meaning little Suzie. Four years later, my dad gave me the middle name of Harbin. The robin is a “Harbinger” of spring (messenger). Therefore, I am Little Suzie the message, of what I am not quite sure. I’d like to think I was the message of love between those two love birds.
My mom’s name is Narita Linn. Throughout her 82 years, she has never run into any other woman with that first name. Could be because Grandma named my mom after the character played by Myrna Loy in a 1930s movie, Cock O’ the Walk. Grandma went to the matinee held at the cinema near Rhodes Avenue in Akron in the 1930s just before Mom was born. “Senorita Narita” played by Myrna Loy must have made quite an impact on my grandmother.
My name is Mary June. I was named for my mother, Mary Alberta, and my father, June. (That’s another story in itself.)
Though unique, my unusual name has always presented problems for me. Rarely do people remember it. I’m always Mary … something. I usually get tagged Mary Jean, Mary Jo, Mary Ann or Mary Lou. I have been Mary Jane’d to death! One creative guy I knew changed it with every passing month, so now I would be Mary August.
Any time my name appears in print, it is usually changed to Mary Jane. I guess everyone assumes Mary June is a typo. Name tags are a disaster! I always carry a marker and whiteout in my purse to “fix” them.
As a result of my “identity crisis,” my four daughters have traditional names: Jenn, Jess, Josie and Lizzie — no Mary anything!
On a side note, I volunteer at our local hospital. When I received my ID badge, Mary June was spelled correctly but my last name was changed from Casto to Castro. Aaugh!
Mary June Casto,
As a child in school in the ’60s and ’70s, I hated my name. I wanted a popular name like Barbara, Martha, Linda, Susan etc. As I grew older, I came to appreciate my name because there aren’t many of us, although my name is not uncommon.
I only had one living grandparent when I was born and so I was named after her. Thank God her middle name was Julia, because her first name was Bertha!
Prior to my being born, my mom already had two girls. Needless to say, she wanted a boy and had chosen only a boy’s name, Rex.
A close family friend who just happened to have the same last name was also expecting. She delivered before my Mom in August. I was born in September, and the friend named her boy Rex. When I was born, a girl, Mom had no idea what to name me. At this time the Dionne Quintuplets were very popular and were advertised on the back of the Sears Roebuck catalog with their names printed below each quint. One was named Annette and Mom thought it looked nice in print, sooooooooooo guess you know that I was called Annette.
I always teased her about how much thought she put into naming me. I got my name from a Sears catalog. I have always been interested in keeping up with the Dionne quintuplets and what they did after they were grown up. I have actually seen their birth house in Canada.
My mother named me Wanetta, a Cherokee Indian name she read in a book that means little flower. She could not think of a suitable middle name to go with it.
When I was in third grade, a friend asked me what my middle name was. I told her I didn’t have one. She was sad about that and said I could have her middle name. Her name was Susan Lynn McMillion.
I started writing my name Wanetta Lynn Rose on all my school papers. When mother asked me about it, I told her the story. Mother then sent the appropriate papers to the department of health statistics and had Lynn placed on my birth certificate.
(nee Rose) Smith
Floyd C. Melby Jr. from Holland, Ohio, was given the nickname “Bus” by his older twin sisters, Jean and Joyce. Bus liked the little boy Buster inside his Buster Brown shoes, as well as Buster’s dog. Floyd continues to be called Bus today by his family and closest friends.
Anita Melby, Holland
My wife and I have three lovely young girls. We were all deeply saddened by the death of my father in May of 2011. Then, in the following March, we welcomed the arrival of our first son. As I was named after my father, we decided to name my son after him, as well. Thus, he became Robert John Kubick III. His arrival brought joy and healing to all of us when we needed it most. His name is a constant reminder to us that the circle of life never ends.
Dr. Robert J. Kubick Jr.,
My grandfather … was a coal miner so the family was rather poor.
When my grandmother gave birth to my mom in 1926, she was attended by a midwife. The midwife had too much to drink and put my mother’s name on the birth certificate as Daniel instead of Danielle. No one noticed until World War II when my mother received a draft notice. My mom and my grandfather had to go to the draft board and prove that my mother was not a young man named Daniel.
My mother later changed her name to Dana, which is interesting because Dana can be a man’s name or a woman’s name.
I was born at home in Little Laurel Road. My dad called me his little Joy, but mom thought I needed more, so she added Joyce Elaine. I was his Joy until he died in an industrial accident at the B&W in Barberton when I was 9 years old. Friends call me Joyce, but to my family, I will always be Joy.
When my parents got married, my mother was not Catholic, but my father’s family insisted that she agree to raise any children as Catholics.
When I was born, my mother wanted to name me Lynn, but I happened to be born on St. Mary of Magdalene’s feast day, so my dad’s mother was determined that I should be named after Mary of Magdalene. There were some harsh words spoken between all of the grandparents and my parents, and from what I was told, it created a great deal of friction. Eventually, my mother relented, but on the birth certificate, she had Mary Magda Lynn, so she could call me Lynn.
I was called Lynn from the day I was born. In school, or anywhere when someone would call for Mary, I never associated it with me. Many times I got in trouble for not answering, but in my mind, I was always Lynn. Even now, I still have to try to remember that when Mary is called at the doctor’s office or wherever, that could be me. At 18, I legally got rid of the Magda part of my name, and usually sign M. Lynn on everything.
People need to think about the child before they name it, and how that child will feel later on.
We were having issues deciding on a name for our son. My husband wanted Allen and there was no way I was going for that. I wanted to name him after my brother so I wanted Kyle. One day we were sitting in the backyard talking about it and Calen (pronounced Cal-in) came out of my mouth and we thought it was perfect, it was both names rolled into one.
Megan and Mike Higgins,
My sister was born in the late ’60s. My mom had one of the first ultrasounds. The tech told her she was having a boy. We were excited. She was born. My parents had picked out John Roger and now had no girl’s name. So all of us kids including my cousins wrote down all their friends’ names that were girls.
My parents reviewed all the names without any success. My father wanted a name that would not have a nickname. My aunt came to the hospital and said that her son Joe had a friend that he forgot to put on the list. That is how my sister got her name Jennifer Lynn.
She arrived under our Christmas tree on Christmas Day. Needless to say, we were not impressed. I already had two sisters and one brother and really did not want another sister. So we the siblings decided to call her “Jeff” since she was supposed to be a boy. That name has stuck with her throughout the years, but her husband corrects us now and then and tells us her name is Jennifer.
My parents couldn’t figure out what they wanted for my middle name so the battle ended with no middle name at all. So I took it upon myself and cut Gregory in half, so now my family calls me Ory.
When I was born, I was given the name Karen Lee. Karen because my mother thought it was pretty, Lee after my father’s mother.
A few decades later, I started doing genealogy. I asked my grandmother what her full name was and she answered “Eloda Vivian.” My dad said, “I thought your name was Lee.” “Oh no, that’s just my nickname,” she replied.
Karen Lee Carmack Stadler,
When I was born, my parents named me Anna Maria. That’s the name on my birth certificate and I was named after my paternal grandmother. They, however, NEVER called me that. I have always been called Annette. I was registered for school under the name on my birth certificate. Every year, on the first day of school, my teachers would call out the class names for attendance and when the name Anna came up, I’d look around the room for the “new” girl. Well, it was me, and every year, I’d have to explain that I go by the name Annette. After I turned 18, I legally had it changed to Annette Maria.
Annette Maria Gagliardi
Bader, Bath Township
My paternal grandfather’s name was Charles, and my father named me Cheryl (the female version of Charles). Well, my mother didn’t like Cheryl even though that is what is on my birth certificate, so she named me Sheri, which is what’s on my Social Security card.
So needless to say, it’s a whole thing when I go to the DMV with a license that says Cheryl and an SS card that says Sheri. So much fun to take a number, sit for an hour just to have the nice person at the DMV give me a hard time!!
My first-born daughter was named by her dad. He really enjoyed the TV show The Bionic Woman, which aired from 1976 to 1978. The actress portraying the lead character was Lindsay Wagner.
Dad: “If we ever have a girl, I’d like to name her Lindsay.” The following year, I became pregnant and on Feb. 1, 1980, Lindsay was born.
Interestingly, she received a gift bib with “BIONIC BABY” on the front. Fortunately, her parts are all normal.
Friends of mine adopted twin boys years ago from Columbia, South America. They were unable to come up with names they could both agree to so they finally dubbed them Jose and JosB (Hose A and Hose B).
My name is Kelli, but when I had my daughter 13 years ago, her name was unique, but as time passes, it’s getting more common. Her full name is Dennver Alexandrah Davis. What most people don’t recognize is that her initials spell DAD. When I was thinking of names, I wanted one that was special and she could tell the story of her name to her children someday. So, not all of us can say that are initials spell something or that they have a special meaning.
I have two daughters. I named my older daughter after my favorite doll I had as a child. I played, loved, and took care of this doll. I thought when I grow up and get married, if I have a daughter I am going to name her after this doll, and I did. The dolls name was Traci Lynn, thus the older daughter’s name.
My youngest daughter’s name was quite by accident. I was reading the Akron Beacon Journal wedding section and I was reading the list of young ladies that were going to be married that weekend. One name just struck me and I thought, oh, I love this name and if I have a girl (I was pregnant at the time), I am going to give her this name. Well, luckily, I had a girl and I named her Tina Marie.
Kim Hone-McMahan can be reached at 330-996-3742 or firstname.lastname@example.org.