What's in a name?
"The choice of name tends to affect the development of the character, even the plot. This may be so in real life also." Margaret Drabble.
First names
A name is a very personal, intimate thing. Around the world societies acknowledge this by the importance they place on naming ceremonies, and the care taken with recording people’s names.
I have never met anyone who did not suit their name, which is astonishing to me, because your name is given to you by your parents when you are only a few days old. Your character is pretty much unknown at that stage. But our name, our identifier, is one of the most important things about us.
I am now going to trust you with my big secret. Shush, tell nobody! My name at birth was Kathleen. I know, you are astonished, along with all my friends & family, because I have only ever been called Kathrine, or shortened versions. What happened?
After the mother grows the baby for nine months and then gives birth, the father has just one job - to register the name of the baby. In my family there were two occasions when the father did not even do that one job properly - and in both cases it affected me.
Back in the 19th Century, a father in my family went to register the birth of his daughter Katherine Jane. But he got drunk, and misspelt the name, so the baby was registered as Kathrine (no ‘e’ or ‘a’). Later generations named two more babies after the original Kathrine Jane, both continuing the misspelling. One was my grandmother Dorothy Kathrine Jane.
When I was born it quickly became apparent that I was very sick and needed an operation immediately. The operation had a high mortality rate, so my parents wanted to christen me beforehand. They were apparently convinced that I would be a boy and had only thought of a boy’s name - my grandfather’s name of Gordon. This is despite the fact that my father was a doctor and my mother a nurse, so they should have realised there was a 50:50 chance they would have a girl! They had no time to debate names, so they decided to use my grandmother’s name, but only the middle names, Kathrine Jane. Obviously, the operation was a success.
Then my father messed up his one job. He said this time it was the clerk who was drunk, and he insisted on registering my name as Kathleen. Though I always used the name Kathrine, or Katy (as a young child) or Kate.
When I was 18, I was advised to correct my name, otherwise I might face complications in future. So, I changed my name by deed poll1 and officially became the misspelt Kathrine.
What is the story of your name? By telling the story of your name you are sharing a very personal part of your history.
Surnames
Men rarely change their surnames, unless by doing so they receive an inheritance. Such as the Farquharsons of Invercauld, Scotland, which is near my family home. The story goes that a Farquharson ancestor upset a local witch who cursed the family - that none of the Farquharson lairds would have a son, and therefore a direct heir. The curse stuck, because ever since the title has always gone sideways, to a nephew or cousin, who has dutifully changed their name to Farquharson.
Like most Western women, in Scotland women use their husband’s surname after they marry. But their maiden name is usually put on death certificates and on their gravestones. Being unable to trace a woman once she marries and takes a different surname, is a great obstacle to ancestry hunters and historians.
If you write a memoir, include any other names you may have been known by.
Do you have any stories about your name or other names?
I have a first name that means nothing special in US English, but in UK English, it’s a word that denotes salacious behavior. Once, when presenting myself to an immigration officer at Heathrow airport, the officer, obviously nearing retirement age, peered at me over his reading classes for a moment, and then wished me a happy birthday, a fact I had forgotten. I thanked him. He then asked me if the first name listed on my passport really was my first name.
“Yes, it is,” I replied, “and I am.”
He gave me an almost imperceptible grin, but the twinkle in his eyes made my day.
That exchange was probably what saved my daughter from being named Alexa.
I love this story about your name and its origin and spelling. My grandfather's name was spelled as the family name usually was, Boatwright. On my father's birth certificate, my grandfather's name was spelled correctly, with the 'w.' The remainder of the information was completed by someone else, as it was in a different hand, and that person spelled my father's name Boatright, sans 'w.'