Do you know the meaning of your name, and why your parents chose it? Do you think it suits you? What about your children’s names?
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My mother named me Danny; not Dan; not Daniel. I think she did this because of a popular tune of the day called “Danny Boy”. The words, as I look back today, mean a lot more than I realized before my mother’s death in 2002. Especially:
——And if you come, and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
I pray you’ll find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warm and sweeter be
And then you’ll kneel and whisper that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
- Oh, Danny boy, oh, Danny boy, I love you so.
- Original Lyrics by English Lawyer and Lyricist Fred Weatherly in Bath, Somerset 1910. It’s strange that I was in Bath a couple of years ago.
- On a lighter note, besides my given name of Danny, I been called the following:
- Dan===In Michigan where I grew up. I thought “Dan” was way cooler than “Danny.”
- DJ===Close friends
- Mr. James===People that do not know me. Hello telemarketers. That name is reserved for my Dad.
- Mr. Danny===People here in the South. I though it was a joke at first but it’s not. Just the Southern way!
- You Little Turd!===When my grandmother was tired of me.
Thanks to the Daily Prompt.