Those of you of a certain age might remember the Shirley Ellis hit, The Name Game. When played with my name, it goes a little something like this:
Mary Mary Bo Bary
Banana Fanna Fo Fary
Fee Fi Mo Mary -- Mary!
Yeah, I know. Lame, lame, bo bame.
But be that as it may, the lovely and talented Bev did a sort of a name meme over at her journal, Funny the World. I am not above stealing a good topic, so here goes.
Write about the meaning of your first name, middle name or the history/ land of origin of your last name. You might also know the story as to why your parents chose it for you (family traditions, special significance, etc)
My first name is, of course, Mary. When I was born, my mom and pop were in their 40s. She was dithering about, wondering what to name me, when my pop said, "Name her Mary. Every Catholic family needs a Mary."
And that was that. Now, being named "Mary" in the 1950s and going to Catholic school pretty much guaranteed that there were at least eight other girls named Mary in your class. To distinguish among all of these Marys, the nuns always called us by our first and middle names: Mary Elizabeth, Mary Louise, Mary Margaret, Mary Ann, Mary Catherine, etc. etc.
Which brings us to my middle name: Ramon.
Yes, Ramon. Pronounced "RAY-mon," not "rah-MON' or "rah-MOAN" or Ramona. The short story of how this name came to be is that I was named after the priest who baptized me, Fr. Ramon DiNardo. He also counseled my mom when she converted to Catholicism and baptized her as well. Personally, I think she had a bit of a crush on him -- he was really very handsome, as Italian men tend to be.
(Fun fact: When Joe and I got engaged, my mom looked up Fr. DiNardo and he performed our wedding Mass. He was still handsome too!)
I hated my middle name as I growing up. For one thing, everyone always put a "D" on the end of it; for another, I was always teased about "having a BOY's name". So as soon as I could -- high school, actually -- I dropped the Ramon and had everyone call me Mary.
Now for my last name: Wise.
It's British. I know this because I actually have a genealogy from my father's side of the family that traces the name back to Richard Wise, who emigrated from England to America in the 1600s. I am hoping that it originated as Somebody THE Wise, because hey, that's a lot better than say, Somebody the Stinky. or Somebody the Stupid.
So there you have it: Mary Ramon Wise. I have come to like my name, particularly when I use the middle initial: Mary R. Wise.
Yes. A complete sentence. Ungrammatical, yes; but a complete sentence nonetheless.