Monday, January 15, 2007

A Name...

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.

4 comments:

Liz said...

A rose by any other name...

Thanks for this delightful tale...

Grace Lin said...

Poor Nana, what an identity crisis!

Nancy said...

What a great story! I wonder if Frances came from "Ciss"? When I looked up my grandmother's family in the 1920 census, they were listed as Freres instead of Fraser. It took me forever to find them, but it turns out the mistake was because of how the census taker's handwriting got interpreted.

Lady S said...

My mom's uncle was born in the 1930s. When he was born, the nurse asked my great-grandfather was he was to be named. He said, "Harry Jr of course." And so that is what he was named, Harry Junior Farrarr.

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