What’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Or something like that, perhaps I should have listened more intently in my English class to what Shakespeare had to say… Either way, perhaps a rose would smell as sweet, but what about a Reebok, a Dyson or a Cushelle? My friend is a speech therapist and, I kid you not, she has encountered all of these names in the last year! Can it be long before someone looks around at the products in their house and has a similar brainwave – “I know, babe, let’s call the baby Smart Price”?!
Maybe I’m boring, my children have got traditional names and I only reached the ‘A’s before naming my daughter. Or perhaps I’m just lazy, as two of the lead characters in my novel started off with ‘A’ names and maybe I should just learn to carry on searching. It was only after some spot on advice from Julie, that I thought to re-name one of them – the characters, not my children! It felt odd though, to change Abigail to Isabelle, as in my head the name was so much a part of her character.
As a teacher it was a dilemma I went through when pregnant. I’d find a name I loved, or fall in love with one, and then I’d start teaching a new class and come across a teenage Nathan or Ella, who drove me to distraction, and fall out of love with the name forever. Naming my characters has similar connotations, so perhaps it’s time to get that baby book out again and keep reading, right on through to the Zs.
Surnames are a whole different dilemma and I’ll leave you with this. My friend, Alison, went for a job interview and was thrilled when she got home, to be told by her teenage son that the company she’d applied for a position with wanted to give her a job and that she needed to ring them back if she wanted it.
‘Who do I need to speak to?’ asked Alison.
‘What?’ Grunted number one son.
‘The name of the person who called?’
‘Oh, yeah, right, it was a Mr Moron.’
So Alison phones the company and asks for Mr Moron. Insisting, when she’s told that no-one of that name works there, that he definitely called to offer her a job and giving details of her name and the position she was interviewed for. Eventually, she’s put through to the HR department and after a bit more wrangling and debate, one of the HR officers comes on the line.
‘I think you must mean Mr Pratt. He’s on his lunch at the moment, but I’ll tell him you called.’
By then, Alison already had the phone half way back on the cradle, deciding that she didn’t really want the job anyway… Or her number one son.
So, what’s in a name? Sometimes a lot more than you think!
Have a great week