This morning on his early morning blog Monsieur Cro introduced us all to his daughter who possesses the spunky and rather original name of Tenpin.
This got me to thinking just why we name the things dear to us, the way we do.
The naming of a child is a significant and huge responsibility.
Get it wrong and that kid may harbour psychological issues all of it's life ( One of my old patients from my psychiatric nursing days comes to mind here ....for his traumatic childhood was thought to be a direct result of severe bullying in school.......an unfortunate product of being christened "Adolph" in 1933 North Yorkshire!)
Most names can date the person who owns it .This is certainly the case of my name as for most of my life I have been referred to as just one part of a double act.
As twins born in 1962, my sister and I were named after the icons of those 1950's Children's reading books everyone over a certain age will remember with some affection.... for we were called Janet AND John.
|Janet and John aged 26 and 1/2|
|Sexy Hal (centre)|
As a kid, I disliked the reference. I thought it was just that little bit boring and a tad babyish, given the fact that Janet and John didn't do anything of interest apart from chasing big red balls in a suburban garden like a couple of dated middle class bores. I longed to have the ability to change my name and always had the secret desire to possess the more "exotic" Christian name of Roger!.....
Now this was only because I used to be a avid reader of the
Willard Price adventure novels where fourteen year old Roger Hunt and his older brother Hal captured animals from the four corners of the globe ( like you do!)
I also think I had a secret crush on Hal....you can't blame me given his clean cut 1960s looks can you?
Do kids of today have paperback book heroes anymore?....Perhaps the Jake's, the Ben's and the little Jaimie's of today prefer their x box heroes just that little bit more?Bloody hell now I do sound like a sad old John don't I?