Today – still catching up – the letter is B.
How perfect is that? My given name is NOT PurpleMoose (really?) but Barbara. I was named for my mother’s youngest sister who is only about 18 years older than I am. Aunt Barbie is my last living tie to my Mom, although we are thousands of miles away from each other. This moosie lives in Alaska’s “wilds” and she lives in the farthest wilds of Texas.
Heh – two Barbaras in the two largest states. (both MY state and I are bigger – lol)
Barbara seems to be a dying name. Most of the ones I have met are in my generational age – anywhere from 80’s to 60’s – although I have met a few in their 30s.
There are several nicknames that come with being a Barbara. I have used/suffered through most of them. At work I prefer to use Barbara although most of my coworkers call me Barb. They always seem shocked when I ask them to not abbreviate the name. I guess it might be a phobia, but I had acquaintances as a teen who chopped the word so that it sounded like BARBed wire. (we all carry such baggage I’m sure.)
While “Bobbie” is cute on some I have always shied away from that. I was called that when a kid – by my dad and the entire family – and it always seemed (because he said so) I carried the name because he wanted a boy, not a girl. Sigh!
As I teen I gave myself the moniker of “Babs”. It sounded cute and was fun to sign to all those love letters sent to the Beatles, the Monkees, and the service men I met at the USO dances.
My hubbie and some dear friends call me Barbie. But these days I am happiest being called Gramma and Mama.
What’s in a name, anyway?