Since I finished reading The Namesake, I’ve been thinking more about how people get their names. The stories behind names usually fascinate me, and while mine is not particulary interesting, I’ll share it.
When my mother was a teenager, her parents divorced, and her father remarried some years later. So for my entire life, I’ve had Grandma Dee and Grandma Marilyn. Marilyn is my maternal blood grandmother, and Dee is my maternal stepgrandmother, if there is such a thing – although to me, they are both equally my grandmothers.
Dee’s name is Delores Rae (or maybe Ray, I’m not sure), and when she was young, her family sometimes called her Delorrie as a pet name.
My parents wanted to name me after her, but worried that Grandma Marilyn would quickly figure out where Lorrie Rae came from, and she would not be happy. Somewhere along the way, Lorrie became Lorie, and Rae became Anne. I asked my parents about this last night and the best they could come up with was that “Anne just went with Lorie.”
Originally I think the intention was to always call me Lorie Anne, in a sort of Southern, Ellie Mae kind of way. Many of my relatives on my mother’s side still call me that, and of course I get it from my parents when I’ve shocked or horrified them, but most people I know just use my first name. And I’m fine with that.
I’ve never had any huge major issues about my name, except that when I was in grade school, I had a minor speech issue that made saying my first name difficult. People would always repeat, “Glorie?” and, tired of trying to correct them, I just started agreeing. Which led to a teacher calling my parents at home one evening to discuss my potential identity crisis.
Other than that, Lorie Anne has been mostly smooth sailing.
What about you? Where did your name(s) come from?