In the 90’s life consisted of watching tv shows like Saved By the Bell, Full House, Seinfeld, and Boy Meets World. All of which still play on tv today. Everyone was listening to Backstreet Boys, Alice in Chains, and who wouldn’t listen to Nirvana. The shoe style was weird and the clothes were different. Then in the late, late 90’s (so like ‘99) I was born. But there was something very different about how I was born as well as how I got my name. When I was growing up for some reason I thought my name came from the name of cities in different states. Madison, Wisconsin, Cheyenne, Wyoming, and Savannah, Georgia. But that wasn’t the reason that Madison Savanna Cheyenne was my name. I always wondered out of five kids, at the time me being the youngest of my dad’s kids, why I was the only one with two middle names, or even why Savanna Cheyenne. What was so special about me that I had this name? So ,me being one to always have to get to the bottom of …show more content…
Three different stories as to how I got my name and nobody would back the other person’s story up at all. My parents both went around the fact that my grandma Linda didn’t want me named Savanna. But then when I go to the source it was completely different. So I put the pieces together. I was named Madison, because I looked like a Madison. I got my two middle names because my grandma didn’t want my name the same as cities or a girl scout cookie. But my dad wanted me to at least have Savanna Cheyenne in my name. So back to what my dad had once told me “When you were born there was a big argument about you being named Savanna Cheyenne, so you went 24 hours nameless until one day the nurse Joe, looked at you and said ‘you look more like a Madison then a Savanna’, that’s when I said ‘I don’t care what your first name is just as long as you have Savanna Cheyenne in your nam.’ So we put Madison together with Savanna Cheyenne and we got Madison Savanna Cheyenne and that is how you got your full
Names are important to us, as we grow up, our names and our personalities become intertwined, they are how people identify us. So when we adopt a new name, even for a brief period of time, we allow ourselves to essentially become a new person: we can change what we didn’t like about our old selves, and assume new characteristics that we admire in others. For some, it is freeing to embrace a new name, but for others it is comforting to go back to their old one.
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.
Most of our lives we have been called a certain name, whether it was given to us by birth or a nickname that friends have called us, but each of us has a meaning behind our names and I am going to talk about mine. My first name is Jacob, which is a very common boy’s name in this current period of time. I have known Dumont, my last name, to be a French surname because of my father’s side coming from France and Italy. Furthermore, both my first name and last name have meaning of some sort and that is what I will go over in my essay.
What is in a name? Writer Milan Kundera says, “We don’t know when our name came into being or how some distant ancestor acquired it. We don’t understand our name at all, we don’t know its history and yet we bear it with exalted fidelity, we merge with it, we like it, we are ridiculously proud of it as if we had thought it up ourselves in a moment of brilliant inspiration.” (goodreads) Before I began my research, I already knew why my mother named me Sarah, but I did not know anything about my middle and surname. I always desired to find out when it comes to my family, why although my surname is Hampton I am not related to anybody else with that same surname besides my Father’s sisters and brothers. To proceed in the research of my first name, I had to look for information on the (Behind the Name) site, (Biography) site, The Name Book, and administer an interview with my Mother. Next, I searched the (seven reflections) site, and held another interview with my
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.
My name is Lindsey Dice. Lindsey is from the English origin and it means “linden trees near the water.” To me, this means I have deep roots and am strong and stable, but surrounded by peace, serenity, and beauty. My last name, Dice, is also from the English origin and means “chance” or “luck.” I suppose I’ve been lucky throughout my life because I am surrounded by friends and family who I love and have been fortunate enough to always have the things I need and want in life. Our names are central to how we view ourselves in society, so in order to have good self esteem, we must love our name. I was born on April 1st, 1998 in the town of Saginaw, Michigan. I currently attend New Tech at Meridian High School and am duel- enrolled at Delta College. Playing the flute, yoga, and meditation are a few methods I use to express myself and calm down when I’m feeling anxious. My love for animals has encouraged me to convert to vegetarianism and not drink milk. After high school I plan on attending Central Michigan University to major in journalism and eventually move to New York. I am confident, sophisticated, and happy.
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
I was given the name Chase Andrew Miner. My mom had liked the name Chase and Chance, but she finally decided on Chase. While that decision wasn’t too hard for her to make, (at least she said it wasn’t) my last name, Miner, was an even easier decision. My mom was married to my dad and she took his last name, so the obvious last name would be Miner. My mom told me she had a really difficult time figuring out a middle name for me. She couldn’t find a name that fit in well. One day my aunt, Lori, called my mom and asked about the name Andrew. My mom had thought about it and she decided that that name fit. So from that day I was Chase Andrew Miner. The joke my mom says now is if she knew she’d have to chase me so much, she would have named me Slow. But word got around of what
“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
I have normally regarded my name as simply boring. Samuel is easily pronounced, easily shortened, and incredibly ordinary. I understand my name holds sentimental value to those closest to me and I do identify with some of the characteristics embedded within it. While I know that names do not define personality, I cannot help but to find annoyance within multiple aspects of my birth-given label.Weirdly enough, I know my name fits me because no matter how hard I have tried, I cannot imagine being referred to as anything other than “Sam”.
Early on I worked from the premise that people don’t exercise enough imagination when naming their children and merely employ the same names over and over again. Every child in the country carries the name David or Robert or Ann or Mary. Well, that isn’t true and there’s an abundance of unusual, exotic, strong, wonderful names currently being worn with pride.
Growing up in a dominantly hispanic family, I had many family members, yet few names. So, it’s a wonder in my own mind, how I wound up with the name Tiffany. Built into the strong family oriented atmosphere that I still live in today, yet still sticking out of my family like a sore thumb. Worse than that, I was not even awarded the liberty of a middle name to fall back on, or for the sake of having a traditionally long name like everyone else. Yet, even though the odds were against me in this case, I still learned to appreciate my own name.
In a less black and white representation of myself, my name represents a currently nineteen-year-old female who was born into a loving family. I have a mother, father, older brother, and in a sense adopted older brother. My mother’s name is Alicia, my father’s Richard, my brother’s Derek or D.J., and my ‘brother’s’ Caleb. My parents had guardianship over Caleb for seven years before he became emancipated. He didn’t want to feel like a burden on our family; he never was. I like to write, but I don’t like to read unless something really interests me. I love all of the arts and play all woodwind, string, and percussion instruments. I can’t ride a bike or play chess; I could at one point but have forgotten since getting a concussion when I was little in karate. I just haven’t been interested in learning these skills again. My brother, D.J., has autism. He has affected my life in many ways. It was through him I discovered my major. One day, I hope to be a Speech-Language Pathologist and specialize in working with children. I would like to get married and have children someday as well. My name holds my relationships, my hopes, and my dreams.
My family felt like picking out a name for me as the first child was exciting. They had
A name is not just what you’re called, it is who you are. It is what you stand for and ultimately defines you as a person. Growing up, I used to think my name did not fit me and that nothing that my name stood for had anything to do with me. Now that I am older, I understand the real meaning of my name and how the traits that are connected with my name relate to the person that I have become and continue to develop into. My name represents who I am and who I plan to be.