No, she's called Violet. I'm told these old fashioned names are coming back. her sister is Elsie. Violet and Mum are still in Hospital as Violet is so tiny and a teeny bit prem.
There's snow on the hills. I expect Boogie has it too!
It's another lovely sunny afternoon here in the bottom right-hand corner, with a fresh breeze (nicely drying the Episcopal socks, and unmentionables).
Recent rainfall has meant a good deal of groundwater coming down the river (we can tell it's groundwater - it's the colour of cold tea), which the ebbing tide is dispatching over the North Sea to our erstwhile friends in Foreign Parts.
Fortunately, I have been able to park the Episcopal Chariot well above the water - so as to be able to take it for some mendology tomorrow (there is a Mysterious Clunking Noise from somewhere below, at the rear... ).
... I'm told these old fashioned names are coming back. her sister is Elsie ...
My RL name is Elspeth, and I always hated being called Elsie (meaning no harm to your great-grand-daughter!) - I have just one friend who's permitted to call me that (I can't now remember why he is), and I haven't seen him for donkey's years!
It's a nice, if cold, day here - much nicer than yesterday - and M's neighbour has kindly exercised his snow-blower around her car, so getting about shouldn't be too bad. I'm getting my hair cut this afternoon and then going to some friends for supper, both of which should result in a happy piglet.
I also hate having my name abbreviated, as it's not "me" at all. Unfortunately my one-time Regional Minister (the closest Baptists have to Bishops) always used it, even though I asked her not to!
D. was very much a David and not a Dave, although (like with my one friend who can call me Elsie), there was one who called him Dave and got away with it!
I'm quite shocked that your bishop-type-person still insisted on using the short form after you'd asked her not to - in my book, that's just plain rude. It's simple politeness to use the form preferred by the owner, whichever form it is.
I've always been glad that my first name is not one that has any nicknames -- except all the times that I had classmates or dorm-mates with the same name, which happened almost every year. I always went my first name, last initial.
Our mother gave all three of us names that could be shortened or changed to have an "ie" or "y" sound at the end. I didn't mind my little girl name with the "ie" but the short form that a boss gave me when I was about 16 drove me nuts. He was a military guy in a military rec centre so I didn't have much choice. Protesting would have made it worse. In any case, no one ever dares shorten my name now. Well, not more than once, anyway.
My father's family was in favor of nicknames. My name doesn't lend itself to an ordinary nick, so he invented one for me. I hated it from the moment I was aware enough. He continued to use it until I was in my teens. Nobody else ever used it.
My gran was always called Cissie. When a new foreman at the cotton mill where she worked shouted out "Frances" (her real name) she ignored him because nobody there called her that.
I haven’t called myself by my given name of Ann for about 30 years - now only relatives and spam callers call me that. But I think it was my patients who first called me Annie, then my boyfriend (a nurse too) when I was 18.
Apropos of nothing on here, I have just discovered, on the Ravelry knitting & crochet website of all random places, that if anyone has made a Power of Attorney between 01/04/2013 and 31/03/2017 they are entitled to get a refund on some of the fee paid.
Thought this might be useful to some here. I had no idea until this evening, but it seems to be a sum worth having, so my application has gone in.
Find out more by putting 'LPA refund' into your search engine.
My RL name is also that of a herb. I've never used the short form
(except as part of a term of endearment) but a teacher at school did which irked me a bit. The only person who does these days is quite old, and I don't see very often, so it's easier to not quibble.
Dragonlet 1's name can't be shortened, No. 2's historically has sometimes been turned into another name, but that's not had a revival along with a lot of contemporary names. Their names are currently in the unfashionable years of the cycle, although they are both saint-based, so it's very unlikely they'd share a class with another one.
In the university chaplaincy when I was an undergrad we used to differentiate by descriptors - some were denomination, others were personal attributes. At secondary school the only people I knew with the same first name couldn't be split by surname initial as their names were almost the same.
My husband is always known by the shortened form of his name - except by his late mother, who insisted on the full version. After all, she gave it to him, she would remind him.
On the other hand, my mum rarely managed to call me by the correct name. She might get there eventually, after going through various other relatives’ names.
On the other hand, my mum rarely managed to call me by the correct name. She might get there eventually, after going through various other relatives’ names.
I am the youngest of eight children so I answer to virtually anything I get called!
My gran was always called Cissie. When a new foreman at the cotton mill where she worked shouted out "Frances" (her real name) she ignored him because nobody there called her that.
My great aunt Frances was always called France or Fanny. I suppose you can't do that now. I was born on her birthday, so inherited the masculine form as a middle name, but nobody ever uses - or misuses - it.
I used to get called by the dog’s name quite often.
My parents gave me a name that can’t be shortened; so, obviously, as a child, I was desperate to have one that could be.
Macarius’ name is spelt very slightly unusually. You would be amazed at the number of people who correct it, even when copying, assuming, presumably, that he doesn’t know how to spell his own name.
My name can’t be shortened which I found a bit annoying as I like the idea of a name you can adapt. Our son does have a name that can be shortened and he’s never used the long form. As he was born in August his middle name is Augustus, and I sometimes wished we’d used that instead. He is very pleased we didn’t. @Thomasina , Violet is a lovely name. Hope you get to see her soon.
Captain Pyjamas is usually known by a diminutive of his full name that is cute for a small child, but less suitable for an adult.
He’s going to have to grow out of it at some point because it really won’t do if he grows up to be a High Court Judge or President of the Republic. (My naming criteria: when choosing a name for one’s offspring, always consider whether you’d take seriously a person occupying one of those offices with that name. Also, in a multicultural family like ours, don’t pick anything all four grandparents can’t pronounce .)
My trouble is that I have a name which exists in France, but with a different spelling, and as a result it gets misspelled all the time. When I became a French citizen I had the option of changing it but it’s been my name for the last 40 years and I would find it too odd to change it now.
I’ve been “Cath” since my teens, and I introduce myself as Cath. Dad called me “Cath”, McNabs *,or Fanny Ann, but Mam would never call me Cath - it was drummed into me as a child - “your name’s Catherine not Cath”.
My best friend in my teens remembers ringing and asking Mam if she could speak to “Cath” to be told “I’ll get Catherine to ring you back”. Poor Gill was worried she’d upset my mother!
* I’ve never been able to find out why McNabs - was it a radio character?
I remember reading somewhere (possibly in The Sloane Ranger Guide) that you should never give your child a name that wouldn't sound right with a regnal number after it - like Tracey the Second or Wayne the Eighth.
The name Karen was quite popular with my generation, and when I was younger I couldn't imagine a Karen being someone's granny. Now that all the Karens who were my contemporaries are in their late 50s, I may have to get used to the idea.
I really, really hate being shortened to one syllable. I've already been shortened once. (And am not happy with the clerical person who, despite having seen my baptismal certificate, nonetheless told the bishop who was confirming me the short form, not the full form - have I been properly "done"?)
I remember reading somewhere (possibly in The Sloane Ranger Guide) that you should never give your child a name that wouldn't sound right with a regnal number after it - like Tracey the Second or Wayne the Eighth.
The name Karen was quite popular with my generation, and when I was younger I couldn't imagine a Karen being someone's granny. Now that all the Karens who were my contemporaries are in their late 50s, I may have to get used to the idea.
Same with me. The school was large but there were seven or eight Sharons that I recall and a few Karens but a couple of years after us was a busload of Karens. AFAICR boys names were more varied.
Very belated happy birthday, piglet!
I love Violet for a name, very pretty.
Everybody calls me by my shortened name. Mum used the full name when I was in trouble!
My name can be shortened in several ways. I prefer one way, which my family and friends have always used. I really hate another way of shortening it, mostly because it rhymes with fat. All my teachers at grammar school called me by this name, which isn’t mine. If anyone uses it now I just don’t react. Alternatively I’m very happy to be called by my full name!
Two, possibly apocryphal, stories attach to the names of pupils in my aunt's primary school classes in the late 1940s. One was a girl named Ida
Payne, and another Spindonna - said to be have been baptised with that name when the priest asked "What do I name this child?" and received a muffled answer "It's pinned on 'er."
Just packed my youngest off to school with a suitcase for a history trip to Germany (He’s called Elijah, his older brother is Zadok, we like good biblical names here. They also have their own music ). The house is going to be very quiet for a few days with them both away.
Today is the day I throw away my mental block and start writing my draft PhD literature review.
Today my second son came to join us in Heidelberg. It’s great to have them together to myself and see them all gooey over little Anuka.
I’ve had to pick up some of @Piglet’s Godessishness as I’m doin all the shopping and cooking. Eeeeep! this is a brand new experience for me. Luckily they are all being very complimentary about my food!
The shortened version of my name is “Di” which was used (even though I protested) until a friend’s small child panicked when told they were coming to see me - he had just discovered the implications of “die”. Around then I moved to a Huge City and could become my full name. Only one person (the child’s grandpa) calls me by the shortened version, but he hardly recognises me now.
My dad changed his name by deed poll to “Mike” as from childhood he thought the full name wasn’t a real name (his role models was Jacks, Joes, Fred’s etc). His mother named him & his sister after a play that her employer had been in. Only later did she actually see the play and discover how awful it was.
My brother, 2 sisters and I were all generally called shortened versions of our given names, including Elaine shortened to E! My parents didn’t like this so called my youngest brother Mark. You won’t be surprised to hear that his name was lengthened to Markie 😂!
When I was growing up, my neighbours referred to me as "Eb" (my pre-marriage initials were EB); one of them sent me a message on Facebook the other day saying "happy birthday Eb".
(On my wedding day, he arrived at my house to drop off his sister, who was my bridesmaid, and said, "Hello Eb - I suppose this is the last time I'll call you that", but I'm sort of touched that he still does).
In other news, I'm Not a Happy Piglet - HM Revenue and Customs are making things difficult for me sending my Stuff back to the UK (see TICTH).
Rain and shine here today, and even a thunderstormette! It's pretty windy again now, less so then at the start of the week though, luckily.
We still haven't been much below zero degrees C, even disturblingly often in the double digits above in the past few weeks. This is the first winter I can think of that there hasn't been any snow in the plain, or only a brief dusting. This is very unusual.
Perhaps I ought to move to Canada, where - as we are told - it is indeed rather cold and there is snow aplenty!
Sunny and nippy here - possibly not the day to go to the hairdresser for the first time in x years to go from long to fairly short hair. But I’m very pleased with the result. Less to get tangled, for a start.
I’ve had to pick up some of @Piglet’s Godessishness as I’m doin all the shopping and cooking.
A customer this morning said that she was getting ready to cook for thirteen hungry people. Eek! I told her that at first I'd heard her say 'thirteen hundred people' -- double eek! She laughed and said she'd have had to buy the whole store.
Even thirteen hungry people is quite a tall order!
I was at my last choir practice here tonight, and said my farewells to most of the choir* and the staff at the Choir Pub. Slightly moist-eyed - I'm going to miss them!
* I'm going to supper with one of the choir and her husband tomorrow, so more goodbyes then.
Tomorrow I am cooking for 57 (fifty seven) hungry people on my own. The vegan (for ease as much as principles) menu is chick pea tagine and couscous followed by 4 variations of cake. The cake is coming out of the freezer today and I’ll finish their toppings later, and I’m making a start on the tagine base so all I need to do tomorrow is add the chick peas and heat it up, plus do the couscous. It’s for a quiz I’m holding to raise funds for materials and labour for a building project I’m going on in March to The Gambia. Thankfully I found someone to ask the questions & give the answers, otherwise I might get a bit frazzled.
My real life name shouldn't be easily shortened but I used to work with someone who insisted on doing so, despite my repeated requests for her not to.
Mr Nen, on the other hand, goes by a shortening of his full name and has done so since a teenager. I don't even think of him as anything other than the shortening and it's odd to see it on the occasional letter and form.
My first name is Ian, which (you might suppose) is not easily shortened. A former crewmate, however, and my present next-boat-neighbour, use the monosyllabic 'Ee'...
Reminds me of a donkey, but can't think why...
(BTW - I think 'Ee' is mentioned in one of the Discworld books, as in 'The Unspeakable Brothers of Ee are a few doors down the street...', so maybe I'm in good company).
My husband's name is Richard, but at work his colleagues used the common shortened form of Dick. I never thought much about it until our sons got married and my daughters-in-law just couldn't bring themselves to call him that! How could they call their FIL what to them (children of the 1980s) was a rude word!? He's called Richard again now and their blushes are spared.
The shortened form of boys names seem very popular - lots of boys called Harry, Freddie, Jackie, and even Georgie, but I've not met boys called the 'baby' form of William!
... I've not met boys called the 'baby' form of William!
One of my grandfathers and a great-uncle were called William and known as Willie.
I'm delighted to report that HM Revenue and Customs has now decided that I've given them sufficient information that I can now send my belongings (including some bears of incalculable value*) on their way to their new home.
In fairness, once they had all the info they wanted, they didn't hang about.
* Quite Large Bear may have only cost $3.50, but I wouldn't part with him for a king's ransom.
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No, she's called Violet. I'm told these old fashioned names are coming back. her sister is Elsie. Violet and Mum are still in Hospital as Violet is so tiny and a teeny bit prem.
There's snow on the hills. I expect Boogie has it too!
It's another lovely sunny afternoon here in the bottom right-hand corner, with a fresh breeze (nicely drying the Episcopal socks, and unmentionables).
Recent rainfall has meant a good deal of groundwater coming down the river (we can tell it's groundwater - it's the colour of cold tea), which the ebbing tide is dispatching over the North Sea to our erstwhile friends in Foreign Parts.
Fortunately, I have been able to park the Episcopal Chariot well above the water - so as to be able to take it for some mendology tomorrow (there is a Mysterious Clunking Noise from somewhere below, at the rear...
Thank you! My RL name is Elspeth, and I always hated being called Elsie (meaning no harm to your great-grand-daughter!) - I have just one friend who's permitted to call me that (I can't now remember why he is), and I haven't seen him for donkey's years!
It's a nice, if cold, day here - much nicer than yesterday - and M's neighbour has kindly exercised his snow-blower around her car, so getting about shouldn't be too bad. I'm getting my hair cut this afternoon and then going to some friends for supper, both of which should result in a happy piglet.
Today I went shopping in Heidelberg then made cheese and onion pie and salad for my DIL. Son is on a late shift so he will have his when he gets home.
I may just have a cheeky glass of red when I get back to my little flat. 🍷
D. was very much a David and not a Dave, although (like with my one friend who can call me Elsie), there was one who called him Dave and got away with it!
I'm quite shocked that your bishop-type-person still insisted on using the short form after you'd asked her not to - in my book, that's just plain rude. It's simple politeness to use the form preferred by the owner, whichever form it is.
Thought this might be useful to some here. I had no idea until this evening, but it seems to be a sum worth having, so my application has gone in.
Find out more by putting 'LPA refund' into your search engine.
(except as part of a term of endearment) but a teacher at school did which irked me a bit. The only person who does these days is quite old, and I don't see very often, so it's easier to not quibble.
Dragonlet 1's name can't be shortened, No. 2's historically has sometimes been turned into another name, but that's not had a revival along with a lot of contemporary names. Their names are currently in the unfashionable years of the cycle, although they are both saint-based, so it's very unlikely they'd share a class with another one.
In the university chaplaincy when I was an undergrad we used to differentiate by descriptors - some were denomination, others were personal attributes. At secondary school the only people I knew with the same first name couldn't be split by surname initial as their names were almost the same.
On a different note: I got home on time today!
On the other hand, my mum rarely managed to call me by the correct name. She might get there eventually, after going through various other relatives’ names.
We had three Davids in my family (my husband, brother and nephew), and Dad would differentiate by their middle names.
My great aunt Frances was always called France or Fanny. I suppose you can't do that now. I was born on her birthday, so inherited the masculine form as a middle name, but nobody ever uses - or misuses - it.
My parents gave me a name that can’t be shortened; so, obviously, as a child, I was desperate to have one that could be.
Macarius’ name is spelt very slightly unusually. You would be amazed at the number of people who correct it, even when copying, assuming, presumably, that he doesn’t know how to spell his own name.
MMM
My grandma was called Dolly all her life. Her real name was beautiful but never used - Lydia.
@Thomasina , Violet is a lovely name. Hope you get to see her soon.
He’s going to have to grow out of it at some point because it really won’t do if he grows up to be a High Court Judge or President of the Republic. (My naming criteria: when choosing a name for one’s offspring, always consider whether you’d take seriously a person occupying one of those offices with that name. Also, in a multicultural family like ours, don’t pick anything all four grandparents can’t pronounce
My trouble is that I have a name which exists in France, but with a different spelling, and as a result it gets misspelled all the time. When I became a French citizen I had the option of changing it but it’s been my name for the last 40 years and I would find it too odd to change it now.
My best friend in my teens remembers ringing and asking Mam if she could speak to “Cath” to be told “I’ll get Catherine to ring you back”. Poor Gill was worried she’d upset my mother!
* I’ve never been able to find out why McNabs - was it a radio character?
The name Karen was quite popular with my generation, and when I was younger I couldn't imagine a Karen being someone's granny. Now that all the Karens who were my contemporaries are in their late 50s, I may have to get used to the idea.
Same with me. The school was large but there were seven or eight Sharons that I recall and a few Karens but a couple of years after us was a busload of Karens. AFAICR boys names were more varied.
I love Violet for a name, very pretty.
Everybody calls me by my shortened name. Mum used the full name when I was in trouble!
Payne, and another Spindonna - said to be have been baptised with that name when the priest asked "What do I name this child?" and received a muffled answer "It's pinned on 'er."
Poor wee thing.
Today is the day I throw away my mental block and start writing my draft PhD literature review.
I’ve had to pick up some of @Piglet’s Godessishness as I’m doin all the shopping and cooking. Eeeeep! this is a brand new experience for me. Luckily they are all being very complimentary about my food!
My dad changed his name by deed poll to “Mike” as from childhood he thought the full name wasn’t a real name (his role models was Jacks, Joes, Fred’s etc). His mother named him & his sister after a play that her employer had been in. Only later did she actually see the play and discover how awful it was.
(On my wedding day, he arrived at my house to drop off his sister, who was my bridesmaid, and said, "Hello Eb - I suppose this is the last time I'll call you that", but I'm sort of touched that he still does).
In other news, I'm Not a Happy Piglet - HM Revenue and Customs are making things difficult for me sending my Stuff back to the UK (see TICTH).
And I thought Canadian bureaucracy was bad ...
We still haven't been much below zero degrees C, even disturblingly often in the double digits above in the past few weeks. This is the first winter I can think of that there hasn't been any snow in the plain, or only a brief dusting. This is very unusual.
Perhaps I ought to move to Canada, where - as we are told - it is indeed rather cold and there is snow aplenty!
I was at my last choir practice here tonight, and said my farewells to most of the choir* and the staff at the Choir Pub. Slightly moist-eyed - I'm going to miss them!
* I'm going to supper with one of the choir and her husband tomorrow, so more goodbyes then.
Tomorrow I am cooking for 57 (fifty seven) hungry people on my own. The vegan (for ease as much as principles) menu is chick pea tagine and couscous followed by 4 variations of cake. The cake is coming out of the freezer today and I’ll finish their toppings later, and I’m making a start on the tagine base so all I need to do tomorrow is add the chick peas and heat it up, plus do the couscous. It’s for a quiz I’m holding to raise funds for materials and labour for a building project I’m going on in March to The Gambia. Thankfully I found someone to ask the questions & give the answers, otherwise I might get a bit frazzled.
Mr Nen, on the other hand, goes by a shortening of his full name and has done so since a teenager. I don't even think of him as anything other than the shortening and it's odd to see it on the occasional letter and form.
Reminds me of a donkey, but can't think why...
(BTW - I think 'Ee' is mentioned in one of the Discworld books, as in 'The Unspeakable Brothers of Ee are a few doors down the street...', so maybe I'm in good company).
One of my grandfathers and a great-uncle were called William and known as Willie.
I'm delighted to report that HM Revenue and Customs has now decided that I've given them sufficient information that I can now send my belongings (including some bears of incalculable value*) on their way to their new home.
In fairness, once they had all the info they wanted, they didn't hang about.
* Quite Large Bear may have only cost $3.50, but I wouldn't part with him for a king's ransom.