My real name? My first name? The story is my mom wanted Leslie for me and she didn’t get her way, but was allowed to make it my middle name. My first name I think my parents just thought it was pretty. My grandmother thinks the Leslie is named after her own mother, but my mom says it wasn’t.
My mother named the first two children. She had an odd name for an American and was teased mercilessly in school. She found it a hindrance and named her first two children safe, common, Anglo names that she hoped nobody would make fun of. My father, on the other hand, hated common names and wanted his children to be noticed. After the first two were named, he somehow wrested this power away from my mother and named the rest of us. I was next.
Right out of the gate, he may have gone a bit overboard for the times. I think he wanted his son to have a name that would get positive attention, carry authority, something people would be impressed by, something women would like, and also something noble for me to aspire to. That, or what he really wanted was a German Shepherd. Either way, once out of grade school, it worked well for me. My middle name, which I’ve come to use in later years, is after his all-time favorite statesman and a man famous for his command of the English language. He’s one of my heroes as well.
As adults, I think the siblings that followed me are very happy with their strange names, too, and now consider them as assets, but grade school and Junior High were tough times.
My first name was the name of my fathers best friend, my second was after my maternal grandfather who died before I was born; subsequent investigation seems to indicate it was a family name for at least three generations prior.
I was given my first name, after my Father’s name, and my middle name after my Grandfathers first name.
The only story there I care to mention is that my Dad never liked his father, and I don’t know why he would give his own son that name.
My brother might have a story, or at least an oddity regarding his middle name.
My Grandfather, Father, Brother, and Nephew all have the middle name that sounds like Laurence, but they are all spelled differently.
@filmfann Parents do odd things. My mother absolutely refused to saddle me with my fathers family names that go back several generations to 1764. My father had these two names and then was given, and called, a third name. I guess his folks didn’t like them either but felt compelled to include them for the sake of tradition.