I don’t have a middle name, and it did cause me a bit of bother when at school. New teachers at the beginning of the school year would often tell me that my middle name had been left off the register by mistake, and would I tell them what it was please. I would say I didn’t have one, and they would tell me not to be shy, etc etc. It was tedious.
The odd thing was that I am a twin in a boy/girl combination. I asked my Mum when I was about 15 why we only had one name each. She said that finding one name each had been hard enough. I asked if they had had names ready for the other twin, had we been boy/boy or girl/girl twins, and she said yes, they had got the names Caroline and Jonathon ready. Why then had they not given us those names as our middle names then? There was a long pause and then my Mum said, “Oh yes, we could have done that, couldn’t we?” Sigh…
My mom went to high school with a young lady, and she really liked her name. So well, in fact, that she gave me her first and middle names… just spelled the first name differently.
Were they best friends? Nope. Mom liked her and thought she was nice, and really loved her name. It worked for her. And, luckily enough, it works for me, too. I like my name.
I see this nice lady from time to time, and we still get a charge out of it.
I was born withOUT a middle name. When I named my daughter I was sure to omit a middle name for her too. It causes confusion for lots of people because we have double first names.
My daughter’s name is Mary Lynn and no one dare call her “Mary” her name is Mary Lynn!
Later on I did some research and found out that my first name (Gail) is derived from the Hebrew word Abigail, meaning ‘father of all joy’ and my middle name (Mara) is hebrew for “Bitterness”.
How my father managed to pick that name I don’t know. It’s better than what my mother (in her post-birth drug-induced haze) had picked out: Beryl Christine. shudders
From the time my mother was a very little girl, she would line all her dollies up and say, “When I grow up, I’m going to have a little girl, and I’m going to name her Rebecca Jean.”
I’m the first born, so that’s my name. I’ve met a couple other Rebeccas over the years, and it seems to be a popular combination.
The funny thing is, after choosing the name all those years ago, she could never remember it. I got called by my aunt’s name, Sidney, for most of my life.
Also, I’ve noticed that if you’re a girl in America named Kimberly, your middle name is Ann or Anne.
Like Velma, my middle name is also Joy. I’m the youngest. My father’s father named me, and my older sisters as well. In my baby book it says: “we named her Emily Joy, because she brought us joy” Puke.
It got me a lot of ribbing from my cousins, and I didnt like it for a long time. I thought it was so sappy and saccharine. It’s growing on me, though.
My middles names are (and i kind you not) Augustus Rex.
Augustus is from Augustus John a fav painter etc of my dad and rex was the name of my great grandad. I really like having them as its more interesting than just ‘‘Bob’’ or ‘‘Russel’’ etc. (no offence to any Bobs or Russels)
My first name is Regina and “Regina Coeli” is one of the titles of the Virgin Mary. It means “queen of heaven.” Now if that’s not a hard name for a girl to live up to…
Katharina…sigh…and it’s not pronounced how it is spelled. I would try to spell it phonetically, but it’s just too much work.
Story behind it: It’s my mom’s middle name, her mom’s middle name, and on down the line back through history. Supposedly named after a German saint.
Thank the gods I did not get stuck with their first name too! Their first name is Hedwig:eek:
Dad insisted on an American sounding first name. So, I was named Doreen; and then I have this convoluted sounding middle name. Yeesh! Talk about mismatched.
but I’d be lying. My mom just like the name.