When I was six years old, my father would take me his frequent stops to Walmart every week. One could imagine how repetitive the car ride would be so as a way to make it a little more thrilling, I would entertain my father by asking him facetious questions. These questions ranged from subjects like, “ Why is the sky blue?” or “ Are there bathrooms in Heaven?” No matter how childish the question, my father would always have an elaborate answer that left me with more questions. However, once I asked my father about the origin of my name, he just answered me with four simple words: We just liked it. Recently, I’ve tried to bog the mind of my mother and try to understand where she got the name “Taylor Ashley” from. “ So, you just liked the name. Like there isn’t a story behind it,” I asked over the sounds of my fellow Tuskegee classmates. “ I’m sorry but there ain’t no story behind it. I just always like the name Taylor, baby.” My mother always liked the name Taylor, so much so, that when she was little she wanted the name to be her own. My mother’s birth name is Tawanda which to her is deemed as a “ghetto” name. I never really understood why she would want to give up a name that left a certain twang on your tongue after saying it. The only way I could comprehend her reason for this was the fact that my mother desired a life outside of the New Orleans St.Bernard projects; a life that offered her more than week old lunch meat and flying roaches as roommates. A girl with the
From a very young age, Taylor (Missy at the time) was met with support and care from her mother and certain people in her community. In Kentucky, education was subpar, with few
In the beginning of the story we see that Taylor is an average teenage girl living with a single mother. She says, “But I stayed in school. I was not the smartest or even particularly outstanding but I was there and staying out of trouble” (3). She was called “Missy” for a lot of her childhood
Taylor was born in Pitman County, and she dislikes her birth place because of the attitude and lifestyle of those who live there. Pitman County was small, poor and isolated.Nobody ever really left Pitman to explore elsewhere. Taylor does not want to live such kind of life like everyone else at her hometown. She steps outside of the gender norms, and challenges the terrible Pitman tradition of teenage pregnancies. She decides to pursue a better life, driving out of the state in search for a more preferable place to reside at. However, she struggles to find a place to stay or a sound job to support herself. Furthermore, she is burdened by a baby that is suddenly thrust upon her by a stranger. She once said “‘If I had wanted a baby I would have stayed in Kentucky… I could have babies growing out of my ear by now’” (18), which tells us that she is not at all keen on having a baby at all. Ultimately Taylor chooses to take in the child, despite the fact that this decision would adds further burden onto her existing
She told me how one evening, the news were on and the reporter was interviewing a teenage girl-who looked to be around sixteen or seventeen of the African American race- who witnessed a murder. As the interview started, the teenager’s name appeared at the bottom of the screen and my mom decided that she should name her child that with it spelled the same (K. Walker). She even included the continuous pattern of I’s. Timsiha means “ram” and its origin is of African (Our Baby Namer). My mom was very skeptical into giving my dad the opportunity to give me my middle name but she went ahead and did it. My dad gave me my middle name, La’Tale. He felt as if it sounded good with Timisiha, so he settled for my middle name to be La’Tale (C. Walker). He never gave a solid reason as to where he got the name La’Tale from but I am pretty sure it was from a strange place. Walker is derived from the Middle English name walkcere which means “a fuller of cloth”. The Old English word for Walker is wealcan with the meaning of “to walk or tread” (About
My parents were set on girl names; if I was a girl, my name would be Lauren, after my Grandpa Loren. Thinking of a middle name became a little difficult. My mom’s mom name was MariLee, and my parents wanted to take something from her name. Finally making a decision, they chose to take the “Lee” out as my middle name. Naming a boy would be a little different; my parents wanted the name Dalton. The only reason behind that is because my mom liked the name; I beg to differ.
I was born July 18, 1999 to my parents Joel and Kathy at Forrest General Hospital in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. I was a month early, but I was such a large baby that the doctor said “if he came on time he would have driven us home”. My mom was thrilled to have her first and only child; she named me Dylan, after the son of Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee. My name was strongly debated by my Irish Catholic Great Grandmother, who insisted I be named after a saint. After a failed attempt by Father Tommy Conway to convince her of the great Saint Dylan, my mother agreed to give me the middle name Thomas.
“A good name is to be chosen rather than great riches, and favor is better than silver or gold (Proverbs 22:1).” On January 5th, 2000, I was given the name Lauren Riley Crouch. I already knew a few facts about my name. I knew that I was named Riley after one of the men on my mother’s side of my family. I knew that there were going to be many different spellings of the name Riley, but I never knew that there would be over twenty different variations of spellings (Best Little Baby). I was excited to research what states my names were the most popular, and I was very interested in finding out the meaning of my names. I was curious about whether there would be any celebrities with my last name, Crouch. The first steps I took to gather my information
Names often carry with them significant cultural meaning within families, especially in southern
Baby Blues, the most common and mildest form of mood disorder can last up to two weeks after having a baby without the mother needing treatment.
Most people have a story about how their parents decided on their name, especially those of us who have less common ones. Mine is fairly dry; my parents looked through a book of names and decided that “Maizie” was charming and sweet and would fit me well. My sister’s story, however, is slightly more intriguing. Cleo Arden Seidl, born on August 3rd of 2001, was named by me, Maizie Regan Seidl, when I was just two years and nine months old.
She had asked her once to be called Miss Marietta instead of Marietta so from thence on that was her name. Highlighting this, “Missy was what everyone called me, not that it was my name, but because when I was three supposedly I stamped my foot and told my own mother not to call me Marietta but Miss Marietta, Miss Marietta and later on just Missy (2).” This to me shows that Taylor's mom would always try her hardest to make Taylor happy and she didn’t want to disappoint her. Along with this Taylor would also always help her mom out whenever she needed to. She was always there for her mom
Purpose: After listening to my speech, the audience will be more educated on Texas’s roadside attractions, as well as relate to the sites I will discuss in my presentation.
1. This informative speech on “The Cause of Homelessness “is very Inform able and worth listening to, because in today’s economy it could be you or me. Some seem to think homelessness is choice. I find this speech relevant to the world I live in today, due to the high unemployment rate, declining job market, and the economic hardships that families are enduring. This topic is not a broad one, but yet can be spoke of in depth due to the fact I see many homeless people but never thought it would be me until I seen a family friend who has lost everything, this is what made me more aware that it is not just a choice and any day it could be me. So when you see
This Cartel was the main rival of Medellin and were more modest in their endeavors in drug trafficking—their approach to running their “business” was far more advanced and refined than the Medellin’s approach.
My father named me after the Laurel flower that grows on the mountains. I was almost named Alexandra, but it’s my middle name instead. My mom didn’t let my father name me Alexandra because she didn’t want people calling me Alex, and so my father chose Laurel. My mom’s name is Christine, and she always hated when people called her Chris. My last name, Kirby, is well known in our tiny town. I grew up in one of the smallest towns in Maine, Arundel, which is so small in fact that it’s not featured on maps of Maine, and doesn’t even qualify as a town large enough to get its own zip code. So, in this tiny town I grew up in, everyone knew