Peggy, Peggy, bo-beggy
Banana-fana fo-feggy
Fee-fi-mo-meggy
Peggy!
I've never cared much for my name. Peggy. It doesn't have the ethereal essence of Heather or Lauren. It sounds more like the rare but possible collision of a burp and hiccup.
My mom called me Doll. My dad sometimes called me Pecky Lou or Pete. My husband calls me Babe, Woman, or Turkey Butt, always with love. One son calls me Mom, the other calls me Mother. Occasionally, during my blonde moments, they call me Big Dumb Girl. Youth I taught still call me Pegs. My son's high school swim team called me Mama Tidwell, and, back in the day, my other son's friends called me Peggychan. (That's a Pokemon reference)
Peggy means Pearl. That I like. A pearl is the only precious gem created from a living organism. It starts as an irritation in an oyster and over time transforms into a beautiful, flawless, priceless pearl. My own transformation is still a work in progress, but I have harvested a few pearls along the way.
So what are my Pearl Drops for this blog? Wisdom? Perhaps. Musings? Probably. Randomness? Definitely. But randomness with a purpose.
I write novels and love naming my characters. I keep a spiral notebook with about 500 names and a code next to each name that corresponds to one of the ten books I'm writing. It's cleverly called the Name Book. I do this so I don't repeat names or collect a lot of names that start with the same letter in any story. OCD, I know.
This blog is intended to engage you, the reader. I'll drop pearls, but I want you to throw some back at me. Tell me about your name, or names you would use in a novel, or a name that elicits an emotion or memory.
I joined a writers' group in my area. Printed on their T-shirt is a quote something like this: "I'm always looking. I get my best material from watching people." (I never actually bought a T-shirt, so I don't remember the exact quote.)
Anyway, you never know. I may use your idea in my next novel.
Peggy
MINI PEARLS
Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names.
Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name
is so she can tell when she's really in trouble.
Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names.
Any child can tell you that the sole purpose of a middle name
is so she can tell when she's really in trouble.
"...at the name of Jesus
every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord..."
Phil. 2:10-11 NIV
every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord..."
Phil. 2:10-11 NIV
5 comments:
Great blog, Peggy. I'm going to enjoy following it.
Hey Peggy:
I totally get the whole "name game" as I have been called a multitude of names over my lifetime.
My legal, formal name is: Alma Melissa Dysart Lock
However, when my parents first named me, they decided right off the bat I would be Lisa. So they bring me home and my brother Teddy, only 18 months old at the time, can't say Lisa, so he says "Deda". My parents (and most family members) for years have thus called me Deda. Many friends hearing them call me that, have also called me Deda. However, I mostly go Lisa.
So, now I start school, and of course on the teacher's role is Alma M. Dysart. But I tell them I want to be called "Lisa". And inevitably, year after year, I hear, "How do you get Lisa out of Alma M.?"
So then, many years later, I get married, and I put Lisa D. Lock on most all credit cards, etc. Except for the fact that legally on my lisence it says : Alma Melissa Lock-- so here we go again--I get time after time, who is Lisa D. Lock?? who is Alma Melissa Lock?? Who am I??
I'm seriously considering having my name legally changed!!
Well, this is probably more info. than you wanted or asked for!!
Lisa D. Lock (aka Alma Melissa Deda Lisa Dysart Lock,)
Just saw you on FB and linked over. I don't write novels - I do nonfiction. And so far, just one book, but 3 others in progress. First book is on Proverbs - Roaring Lions, Cracking Rocks and Other Gems from Proverbs. I have two blogs, the main one being Family Fountain.
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Love it, Pegs! You are quite the little gem in my book! haha love you.
Hey Pegs; Long,long time huh? I too, was never fond of my name. My mother named me Rebecca Ann, which indicated trouble when coming from her. My boy cousins use to break it apart and call me, "Reb Ecca". I hated it.
Early on, I decided that I wanted to be Becky and insisted my family,especially my cousins,use that name for me. Of course, most never did. My Uncle Marion was the only one who really took my request seriously.
My closest cousins began calling me Becca in my teens and eventually it stuck. I have been Becca ever since.
Two years before I met you, my mom had died and I moved in with my Uncle Marion's family. Our family consisted of my aunt, uncle and their four kids, and me. The night I moved in we had our first family dinner. There we were, the seven of us at the dinning room table, which was covered with all my favorite foods. My uncle asked his sixteen year son to say the blessing. We all clasps hands, bowed our heads as he began his prayer. " Lord Jesus, thank You for this day, for this food and thank you for bringing "Reb Ecca" home. The whole table exploded with spews of laughter. At that moment I knew I was home.
I have been Becca for over thirty years now, and still to this day, my Uncle Marion is the only person allowed to call me Becky.
This was fun thanks, Becca
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