SOL#17 – Day 29
I loved djvichos‘ post about her name .
Almost everyone has their own story about their name. Here is my story. I was named Mary Theresa, a good Catholic name. My Mother’s name is Mary, as is my Grandmother’s, and my cousin’s. There were too many Marys in the family. So my Grandfather started to call me Teri. This nickname has stuck with family and friends. My legal name is still Mary. There are times when the two worlds collide. Mary T. is on the licenses and official papers. Some friends did not even know it was me requesting their presence at my marriage ceremony. They didn’t think they knew that Mary. It was really confusing in college when Teri (real name Mary) was dating Bob (real name Charles). That relationship didn’t work out – just as well that wedding invitation would have been way too confusing. I will answer to either name, but most people do call me Teri. And there was my dear brother, Skip (alias John) who would call me “MaryTeri”. I smile just to type that and my heart fills with memories of my dear departed brother.
A name is just name
Unless it is your fame
It’s what’s inside that touches us all
That makes us want to write and share
We answer the challenge call
Our souls laid open and bare.