C'mon now...
 

I'm loving the stories behind everyone's names!

I've always believed I was named for my father, as our names are far too similar for coincidence and my first name is not a common one; they both have sworn to me that it's not the case. However, when your dad's name is, for example, Scott Dean and you are a Scotta DeAnn... yeah...

Never, ever liked my name; I was always embarrassed by it and dreamed of what I'd change it to. I've grown to love the nicknames, though, and I embrace that.

My mother recently told me a story about my birth and how the doctor had announced that my parents could expect a boy. Oops. I guess it's just easier to add an 'a' and drop the 'Jr.' I joke that my parents started lying to me at a very early age and god bless my mom, she's stuck with it all these years.

Before I was born the doctor told my mother she was haveing twin boys so she was going to name me James Ramon EdwardsJr.Welll when we were born way early I was the eldest and my sis whom I miss to this day didnt make it,being I was so early and weighed one pound and fourteen onces tha my life was on a minit to minit time line my grand ma made a novino to the vergin mary that if she and saint Michael would spare my life that she would promis to see that I had a good life and a good catholic child.So the name Mary Michael became mine.I am so glad she added the Michael cause my first name just never fit me.Infact my grand folks and everyone else called me Mike or Michael from the get go.

I was named after My father.

I was his last chance for a son. My sister's have very pretty and very feminine names. It was a heated debate between all family members that if I turned out to be a girl... I could not be called Christopher. My mother was done having children. 3 was the perfect number.

My father wanted a son.

What man doesn't I suppose. He got a son but not in the traditional sense. Whether I was aware of the fact that I was to "step into" his son's role or not from a very early age it was obvious that I was not going to follow in My sister's footsteps. Everything they were, I wasn't. And I suppose My father encouraged that. Perhaps he saw in Me what I didn't understand for some time to come.

Chrystopher. The name evolved. Like Me.

My father is a good man. I strive every day to be the best possible son to him.

He got his son. I came into the world in a most unusual way. *S

Great stories!

cool thread!
 

My first name is from Audrey Hepburn, my middle name is from my Aunt Grace.......Audrey Grace.....get down here this very minute and clean up your mess.....is how I heard my name growing up! I have to admit I have always loved my name.

A work colleague of my mother's came up with the idea of my name. She loved the book, Little Women and the character Amy. So, she told my Mother that she should name me, Amy. My Mother liked it and that's it.
I am so much like, Amy from Little Women. And because of that, for most of my life I have hatted my name.

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Hi,

I was named after my grandfather. He was an exceptional man he provided for his family after his father died at age 15, put all 7 of his bothers through college, married my grandmother and provided well for his family. He took me fishing every weekend. We were great friends and I hope that I am half the guy he was.

Chad

My name comes from a beautiful bride
 

I am named after no one in my family, like my other siblings. All of my brothers and sisters were named after members of my family or the parents and siblings of my parent's families.

But in my case, as I remember the story recounted to my by my mom's mother: my mother was pregnant with me at the time, when my mother and grandmother traveled to see my mother's grandmother (my great-grandmother) in Ft. Worth, TX (by train). On that train, my mother was reading a newspaper from Texas, that another traveler left on the train. In the bridal section of that particular paper, there was a beautiful photo of a newly-wed couple.

My mother thought she was beautiful, liked her name and that is how I was given my name.

Both my parents are Portuguese Catholic and were brought up very old country. My grandmother on my mother’s side and her siblings all have the same name. The girls are Maria and the boys are Joseph. The only way to tell the difference was the middle names. My grandmother and her sisters were Maria Joseph, Maria of the Rosary, Maria of God and Maria Jesus. My parents and my aunts and uncles did get different names but they were Portuguese names, like my mother is Elvira. But she changed it to Elsie. I don’t see how that was any better and personally I would have gone with Elvira but my mother was interested in being Americanized. So I got what she believed to be an American name. However everyone in the family called me Cintia and whenever they had the occasion to write it that was the spelling they used. It wasn’t until I started school that I understood my name was spelled and pronounced differently on my birth certificate. I don’t think I was named after anyone and I think that was purposeful on the part of my mother.

I was named after a cute little girl that was a student of my mother's in elementary school.
She was had curly hair and Mom adored her.
When I was told that my curly hair (ironically I had) was "cute",by my Auntie M...
I proceeded to grab a chair, climb it, forage for the scissors in the kitchen drawer...
Look around, go to the lowest step in the hallway to the upstairs...
And chop them all off.
My older sister helped me finish off what I had started and wanted done.
God bless my big sis.

I was a 2 year old. He he he.

And I used to masterbate thinking about Lyndsey Wagner. I forget how old I
Was then.

Well I dig what you changed it too !!!!!
Now , what was the name prior to it being changed ?
You know I'm nosey and will just pm you and ask :)

Similar story. Mom went on a double date with her friend. Mom liked her friend's date and vice versa. My mother ended up marrying the boy she liked (her friend's date), and her friend married my mother's date! The other couple divorced at some point down the line, but Mom and Dad stayed together until he passed a few years ago.

Oh, and I am not named after anyone. I just texted my mother for confirmation!

I have one of the most popular names of the 70's. I love my name! I go by Jen if I'm at work and there are three of us named Jennifer. My middle name is Lynn. When my youngest niece was born, her dad gave her my middle name. Which makes me proud! My niece Rebecca turned seven years old yesterday.

Zimmeh

I'm named after both my grandmothers. First name for my mom's mom, middle name for my dad's mom who died when I was an infant.

I was named after my mother's butch lover, they were lovers through high school, my mother's marriage to my father, and for years after their divorce until my mother's lover's death from cancer. My mother's love for Roma continued until her death.

No one ever took the place of Roma.