Thanks to all who commented in the Lurking post.
I, of course, looked up those I could (some people didn't leave links; others had blogger accounts that were private.) And I added some links to my blogroll and bloglines. (If I missed you, either comment or email me because I did try to find you!)
As I was reading Grace Lin's website, I found this funny story about Grace was Pacy until first grade.
So, here's my true name story. Or, actually, my grandmother's (that's her photo I use as an icon.)
Nana was named and christened Bridget. She was the only daughter, so her nickname was Ciss. Actually, she was only called Ciss. When she started school, an older cousin took her to be registered. As an aside, this was because by that time, her mother was widowed, raising her own four children, two nieces, a nephew, and working full time. Can I say "busy?" And the cousin who took her to school didn't like the name Bridget; she preferred the name Beatrice. And that was the name the school wrote down. It wasn't until Nana went to get married that she learned her real name. Oh, and as an aside? The 1920 census has Nan's name as Frances.
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