Names are interesting and this week’s writing challenge is all about the power of names.
My name is Debbie and I can almost guarantee that if your name is also Debbie that you are roughly my age. How do I know this? Well Debbie was a very popular name in the late 50s, early 60s. In my small town alone there are approximately 8 other Debbies and we are all of a similar age. I went to school with at least 6 other Debbies and I can only blame Debbie Reynolds for this. I’d like to blame Debbie Harry as well but I know for a fact that I was named after Debbie Reynolds.
When I turned 40, my father rang me to tell me how I got my name. I’d heard bits of the story over the years but Dad decided I was old enough now to hear it all. The short version is that my father was away at sea in the Navy when I was due to arrive into the world and he was watching a movie featuring guess who on board one night. He was so taken with the beauty of Debbie Reynolds that when he next wrote to my mother he decided that my name would be Deborah (Debbie) if I was born a girl. Obviously I was a girl and so I was named Deborah which was soon shortened to Debbie and shortened again to Deb, but only for very special friends. This is something I’m quite strict with – only really good friends can call me Deb. It’s interesting to note that my father was informed of my arrival by a telegram as he was still at sea and he didn’t get to meet me until I was over 4 months old. He didn’t get to actually ‘speak’ to mum during all this time and all their correspondence was by letter. Haven’t times changed?
One nickname I had when I was younger was Spud – let me explain. Deb is a brand of instant potato and spud is another name for potato, so it seemed only logical for some friends to call me Spud! Get it?
I like my name despite it being so popular at the time and is seemingly quite dated now. As I get older I actually like Deborah more than I did when I was younger. It has a certain elegant ring to it.
I’d love to hear how you got your name!