A woman had three young daughters named Snowflake, Raindrop and Concrete Block. One day, Snowflake tugs on her mother’s skirt and asks, “Mama? How did I get my name?” The woman told her, “On the day you were born, I was leaving the hospital with you and when I stepped outside, a single snowflake fell from the sky and landed right on your cheek. So I decided to name you Snowflake.” Raindrop was listening to this, so she tugged on her mother’s skirt and asked, “Well, how did I get MY name, Mama?” The woman told her, “On the day YOU were born, I was leaving the hospital with you and when I stepped outside, a single raindrop fell from the sky and landed right on your cheek. So I decided to name you Raindrop.” Then Concrete Block said, “AAGGHHHRRRLLLLL!!!”
I was named after Betsy Ross, Florence Nightingale, Joan of Arc, Billie Holliday, Aretha Franklin, Barbara Stanwyck & Pam Grier.
Hmmm, didn't know what's her name had sisters. My husband was named after his Dad's best friend. My son's first name is my maiden name. My daughter was named after a song My Dad has his Dad's name My Mom's name is a mixture of her parents' names (Maurice + Arlene = Maurene) My brother's names both mean boy My name means girl. My parents didn't go for originality except in the pronunciation of those names. So all of us have spent decades hearing our names wrong.
Huh? Who? My mother wanted to name me Doug and my father wanted to name me Bobby. They fought and fought and could never agree. They were fighting about it in the hospital when the nurse suggested Craig. (I think it may have had something to do with being between B and D and she saw it as a compromise.) They agreed to that. So I was named by my nurse.
I once read something about a boy, Harry, who had his name changed and emancipated himself from his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Butts.
