I was ambivalent about my name for many years...mostly not liking it. Luckily, my mother didn't like it either so she searched the baby name books for a name that would go with it and stuck it in as my middle name. Dad was determined that I'd be named after his parents - Duncan if I was a boy, and Millicent for a girl. So I became Millicent Patricia...and had the unlucky pleasure of being called Patsy until I was old enough to insist that Pat was what I was to be called.
I loved my grandmother named Millicent - everyone called her Millie except for her grandchildren who called her Nanny. She was strong and loving and we loved going to her home every summer to stay for a couple weeks. Widowed in 1932 when her oldest child (my father) was only 10, she single-handedly raised her five children during those depression years, as a store clerk and then as a postmaster in their small village. Everyone loved her. It was a sad day when her heart failed her, complicated by diabetes, when I was 10 or 11. I have vivid memories of that time in our lives.
|Wendy, Nanny, Pat|
Anyway, over the years I've become more and more comfortable with our shared name. My sister's sassy daughters, having been told by their mother that I didn't like my name, started calling me Aunt Millie, trying to get a rise out of me. That backfired on them because as I heard them calling me that, I decided I really liked it. So they reverted to calling me Aunt Pat, except when they're in a teasing mood. Brats!
In all my 63 years, I've never met another Millicent (except for Nanny). The Barbie dolls don't count - did you know that their real name is Barbara Millicent? True! I know other Millicent's exist though. Just look.
You might have to enlarge the picture to see it, but in the circle I've drawn of this section of the Alberta map there are two towns fairly close to each other - Millicent and Patricia! How weird is that!!! I remember years ago when Lloyd and I were driving on some of the smaller highways in the southern part of Alberta seeing a roadsign with both names on it. That was before I was in the habit of carrying my camera with me everywhere so I wasn't able to take a picture of it. And we've never been down that road again. Lloyd said he'll take me down there so I can take a picture of it. I'll hold him to that - or go myself - I'm brave and daring and a good driver - and I can follow a map too!
So that's my story about my name. I've learned to like it mostly because of who I was named for, but I also think I've grown into it. It's unique, and I like the way it looks in print.
So what's your name story?