What is in a name?
What’s in a name?
Does a name define who we are? Does it tell the world anything about us?
Would I be the same person if I were Cheryl, or Marianne, or Esmerelda?
We are given names as children, take a “confirmation” name, change our name with marriage, divorce, adoption.
We change names to hide or to please ourselves.
Some people go by initials. Some by a middle name. Some by a nick name.
I had an Uncle Slicker whose real name was Erwin. He went to the army as Erwin the country boy and came back as Slicker (a play on city slicker?). It must have been a good nickname because he never went back to Erwin.
Why do we call a John, Jack, or Henry, Hank. Elizabeth, Betsy or Margaret, Peggy?
Our last names used to mean something. Maurer was brick layer/mason. Johnson was son of John.
Many modern names are made up, or have unusual spelling. Some, to reflect culture. Some, just to be unique.
But really, what is in a name? “A rose by any other…”