When you are expecting a child you automatically start thinking of names. Well at least I did. My list was short but defined I knew the names I liked and I did not think my French Husband would object. I was about six weeks pregnant when I mentioned to French Husband about my list of names…
"I like the name Ella for a girl…" but before I could end my sentence I noticed a horrific look on French Husband's face… I looked around the room thinking something awful must be happening somewhere, somehow to provoke such a response.
"What? What's wrong?" I questioned.
"Ella? Elle a! You do know that 'Elle a' means, 'She has' in French? You do know that? How can we name our baby 'She has'? Can you imagine what it would be like to be named: She has?"
Well to say the least Ella was tossed aside. France scored another "BOO" point in my book of Boos of France.
I went on with my list of names… and I suppose somewhere in my childhood I must have learned French and confused it with first names. Because every name I mentioned was a word in French.
"Rue," I offered.
"Rue! Rue is a street." He replied.
"Beau," I thought hopefully only to see my French Husband close his eyes… "Beautiful," he said.
"Oh, you like it!?" I was thrilled. But thrilled lasted two seconds.
"No. Beau means beautiful." he shook his head as if I had said poop or something disgusting like that.
"What about Savon?"
"Are you doing this on porpoise?"
"You mean on PURPOSE? No I am not."
"Savon is soap in French."
He got up and mumbled something under his breath.
The middle name question yesterday provoked many a stories and I enjoyed them all.
Does anyone like their middle name? My daughter Chelsea's is Marie after my Grandmother. My son Sacha's is Alain after French Husband Father who died before Sacha was born.
Your comments often inspire what I write about. Jend'isère's and Linda N.'s comments provoked today's post when they wrote about their middle names:
jend'isère had this to say about her name: "Like
most, I hated my middle name. Never sure why, until hearing French
pronunciation years later. "Beth" sounds like bete, meaning stupid or
beast."
Linda N. "My middle
name is Yuki. It means snow in Japanese. I was born in Canada to
immigrant parents, so they gave me an English first name to help me
integrate here, and a Japanese middle name. I actually am more
comfortable with Yuki, since my family and all my Japanese friends call
me by that name. Even my french boyfriend calls me Yuki saying it has
more character 🙂 As much as I like the name, I understand why my
mother gave me Linda as a first name instead. Y-U-K-I spelled out can
easily be mispronounced as yucky, so growing up my classmates would
call me "yucky yuki" when they found out my middle name, and I would
often counter with "it's not yucky, it means snow which is pretty!".
You see French Husband darling I could have said "Beth" instead of "Chelsea", which many a French pronounce, "Gel-C."
Paula S. in New Mexico you are the name out of the hat winner of yesterday's question.
Paula wrote: "My middle name is Jean. I have always hated it. I'm not even particularly fond of my first name! (Paula)
So sometimes I'm called PJ, PEEG(pronounced just like it looks),
Trixie, John Paul, Dolly. The name I covet with all my heart is
"Grandma".
(Love Can Help Me Know My Name. I love this song by Seal.)
Which brings me to today's post and another giveaway… leading up to my birthday where I am not 53 but 52.
Signatures.
In France a child learns to write in cursive in kindergarten. When their hand writing is "good enough" they are allowed or graduate to use a fountain pen. It is a big deal, and usually happens in the first grade or better known as: "C.P.".
Soon there after the teachers start encouraging the children to find their signature. Usually a signature is their first initial and their last name. It doesn't have to resemble their mane; Or at least that is what I think when I see the amazing signatures my French friends have.
What is your signature? Not your name signature but something(s) that signifies you.
What is one thing that if someone you knew saw it would think of you… It might be a perfume, or something you bake or do, or wear….
Something that signifies me… well my Brother Marty once told me when he sees Hub Caps he thinks of me. My daughter told me when she smells Dune perfume she is reminding of me. But I think most people I know think of me when they see "old things"… at least that is what they say when they bring me something they wanted to get rid of, "Corey I thought you might like this since you like old things."
I will randomly pick a comment tomorrow, the gift is: An old handwritten document.
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