How you were named is always an interesting story
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, give or take a year or two.
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.
Why I was named Debbie
When I turned 40, my father rang 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 the movie Tammy, featuring Debbie Reynolds, 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.
In my father’s words from his book Naval Gazing 1957-1978: Once again we had Christmas in Hong Kong and this time I was given the good news that I was the father of a beautiful baby girl, who had been born in Murwillumbah in mid-December 1960. I had just come back from seeing the movie ‘Tammy’ starring Debbie Reynolds and when asked what my choice of name for the baby was, I immediately said Debbie.
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. My daughters and other friends have called me Debs for quite some time now, so when I started blogging it seemed like a good idea to call my blog Deb’s World.
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 but seemingly it’s 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!
UPDATE 2 September 2018: Sadly my father passed away in January 2018 and for this first Father’s Day without him, I thought I’d update and share this story of how he gave me my name.
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