2017 challenge - My Middle Name

Last year, just as an exercise in self-discipline, I wrote a blog a day for the first 30 days of the new year; except I wrote like 23 of the 30 and started in December of the previous year. So much for discipline. 

I begin again. Using my phone or I-Pad makes it necessary to keep each entry short, something for which I am sure the 3 of you who read this are most grateful. 

Day 1 - My Middle Name and How I Feel About It

Interestingly, or not, I was not given a middle name. My mother wanted to name me Marilyn Eudora. The Eudora was for her mother. My father was having none of it. Mom could not think of another name to go with Marilyn, which incidentally, was for her (Mary) but they spelled it incorrectly on my birth certificate. Really it's a miracle they claimed me at the hospital. I am happy to report that my son-in-law had no aversion to my grandmother's name, thus, we have the adorable Violet Eudora; a Southern family name of which she can be most proud. 

How I felt about growing up with no middle name has mainly to do with the time in my life. All through elementary and high school it was not a problem. It sort of made me unique. In college, it became a little more interesting, in that, at my small college there were two students named Marilyn Williams. The other one had a middle name. I do not remember what it was. The registrar's office assigned me one NMN (no middle name) in order to keep us straight. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it did not. I often got medical results of hers, sometimes she got my grades. When this happened I would have to see the registrar and prove that I was Marilyn NMN Williams. When I married and took my husband's last name, I instantly gained a middle name with no angst connected to dropping my middle name. 

So, there you have it. Riveting stuff. 

Day 1-My middle name - check