The Daily Prompt is:
“Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?
Photographers, show us YOU.”
When I was born in 1952, my Aunt Georgia Mae was six years older than I. My name was going to be Michelle Suzette if I was born a girl or I would have been my father’s Jr. I was born a girl as we all know, so why isn’t my name Michelle Suzette? Well, I don’t really think I have to go into that…my mother’s sister wanted me to have her name! So I became Georgia Suzette. The Suzette is a “frenchification” of my mother’s name Sue.
My mother always called me, Suzette. Now that may sound like a pretty name to most of you, and I guess it is if you don’t have to live with it. It probably isn’t really bad as name’s go. Sometimes people would go into rounds of Suzy Q when they heard my name…and when Leonard Cohen was on the crest of the top hit charts, Susanne. But for the most part people would titter and say: like the crepes?
I lived in a few African countries where French was the main foreign language spoken and things got worse…no longer Suzette, like the crepe, but suscet…lollypop or sucker.
I live in Italy and things got kinkier, the Italian language is totally phonetic…so Suzette was sometimes spelt Suset, some more sophisticated person’s would spell it Susett, they have some problems with the hard zed…but that fatal question always popped up once the spelling was established.
Finally, it dawned on me! I am in fact Georgia Suzette and Georgia is pretty close to the Italian name Giorgia. I simply told everyone: “From now on I’m Georgia!”
My family had a hard time adjusting to my “new” name and my mom still calls me Suzette, but for all intents and purposes for the last 26 years I’m Georgia. The Italians still have problems with the spelling, but now when things are established people say: “Ah…Georgia on my mind.” Now really isn’t that better than being remembered for a pancake?
On Facebook you won’t find Suzette either, there for years I’ve been, Georgia Bastet. No, Suzette has become a name that I really can’t stomach!
ps: Suzette is a diminuative for Susan and it’s roots are in Ancient Egyptian and meant lotus flower but in Hebrew it became lily; Sue is a diminuative of Susan also. Georgia is the feminine for George and comes from Greek it means tiller of the soil or farmer. Put them together and I’m a farmer of the lotus flower or lily! 🙂
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Georgia it is – for me it is easy on the tongue and easy to recall 🙂
🙂 Ah…you’ve always called me Georgia!
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Thanks for the ping-back 🙂
The pictures are so adorable! They made my day! 🙂
🙂 it was nice fixing them up and sharing them this morning…thanks.
Thank you for the shout out. Funny how many of us don’t like our names. Although I much prefer my name to some of the names celebrities name their kids. Who would want to go through life being called Rumour or Blue Ivy?
Or Asia…still I feel lucky that I’ve got two names and in the end could choose. Living in Italy, Georgia worked out very well indeed! And your welcome for the shout out!
I have two as well. But I preferred Fransi to Marilyn. I agree with your choice, btw.
Oh yes, I’d prefer Fransi too…not fond of Maryilyn hard name to wear!
Tiller of the lotus. I like this very much. 🙂
I’ve always like the combination of the meaning of my names when you think of what your name means it’s like a poem that your parents wrote the day you were born 😉
The whole time I was thinking “Crepe? What are crepes?” Duh… I got it… I’m a little slow this week…
Don’t worry it’s your ripe old age..;-)
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