What’s your name

I have always been interested in how and why someone got their name or nickname. Boys may be named after their fathers and in the early 1900's it wasn't uncommon for girls to be named after their mothers as well. We may be named after our grandparents, uncle, aunt, close friend or a name out of nowhere yet somewhere, and there's usually a story behind those names. 

I was named Robin and my daddy called me Toadeefrog ~ Toad.  The name Robin came about because as a baby I was up early just a jabberin' ~ singin'. Mom said I reminded her of the birds singing in the morning, so I became Robin. Dad said I was movin' ~ hoppin' all over the place like a toady frog so he called me Toadee or Toad. Even though they named me Robin neither one of them called me that, mom called me Rob and dad called me Toad. 🐸

My brother's name Darrin is a bit of a mystery. Mom said she named him after Darren McGavin, yet she spelled his name differently Dad said he liked the name because it sounded strong. My brother and I always felt there was more to the story, but no one was talking. Mom did refer to him by his name, dad called him Bubber but to most folks he was Big D because he was a big, tall guy.

Multiple names for one gal, that's how I describe my friend Edie. Her father named her Blanca, folks referred to her as Iris, Edie to good friends and family and at work she was called Iris or Zsa Zsa ~ she could usually tell who was calling her by what name they used.

What do you get when you swap some letters around from your mom and dad's names ~ Landon and Zane. Their parents ~ Luara Zipper and Brandon Walton, did some letter swapping to name their boys.

My friend Gage has a twofold interesting story behind his name. His parents said they couldn't get a feel for him or a name. At one point his mom said she was trying to gauge the kind of person he may grow up to be. That's when his dad mentioned that his great grandfather's name was Gage ~ and the baby boy was named.

I have to say my friend Sandy has the most interesting name story. One day we were looking at old family vacation pictures and there was one of our parents (before we were born) on the beach, in May of 1957. After a few minutes she looks at me and says ~ damn, that's how I got my name. Do the math, I was born 9 months after this picture was taken ~ I was conceived at the beach, and they named me Sandy 😊

                                               Peace & Love