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I’d say I have an unusual name. It’s really not all that common and it’s spelled funny. I’ve always like my name, and been proud to have a rare name. Of course I couldn’t ever find knick-knacks with my name, you know little license plates or key rings. I ran a search for my (maiden) name recently-one on the great world wide web; the other on Facebook (of which I am a member). I can’t find myself. I can find other people with “my” name. In fact, there’s a lady named in quite a few in relation to Walt Disney World. I’m shallow enough not to have read the article, but it looked like she does some cool things. But where am I? Surely though I’d be on Facebook, but just typing in my first and last maiden names it found some other girl! What gives?
Truth be told, I’ve always loved my sister’s name. Not necessarily more than my own, but definitely up there. My older sister, isn’t online. Living in a beautiful state with five energetic children, why would she stay on the computer much. But anyway, I googled her name and she’s on the first page. Older and first at everything! She’s actually listed on her high schools track records page. I’m still proud of her.
It’s amazing how much time and thought goes into naming a child. I’ve known people who knew what their children’s names would be before they ever met their husbands. I’ve known people who wait until the child is born to see what name would fit what the child looks like. I’ve known people everywhere in between.
Apparently in my case, unless I am a super-star track runner (nearing 15 years later mind you) like my sister, I’ll likely be overlooked in the great web engine searches-no matter my name. ‘Tis a shame the fame is wasted on those who aren’t even noticing. <wink>
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