Ah yes. My name.
My name(s): Cheryl Annette (obviously my husband "gave" me my last name, so I won't include that in the discussion).
Chronologically is probably the best way to tell the story (and believe me, I've had plenty of practice telling it! That's the curse of using your middle name!). I was born in 1965, so that's when it all started...
My parents lived in Duluth, MN where my father was finishing up his tour of duty in the Air Force. Approximately six weeks before I was due (end of February), Mom travelled down to SW Michigan to be closer to *her* mother when she had me. Dad stayed up in Duluth, Mom's in New Buffalo...got that? It's important to the story ;)
Now, before she left, they discussed names and it was decided I was to be named for two members of the then-cultural-icon-group from the 50's "The Mickey Mouse Club" - Annette Funicello and Cheryl Holdridge. Ok, great...off Mom went.
So, the big day arrives and it's time to put pen to paper for the birth certificate and Mom thinks "Annette Cheryl" - but that doesn't exactly *trip* off the tongue, now does it? Evidently she took the fact that Dad mentioned "Annette" first meaning that's what he wanted me to use....so she makes "executive-mom-decision" to reverse the order to "Cheryl Annette" (sounds much better, eh?).
Now, we live in a pretty small town. New Buffalo, MI was not the "Chicago Vacation Destination" it is today. In fact, I was actually *born* a few miles away in Michigan City, IN as that was the closest hospital (and that's where the closest fast food and movie theatres were too..) My grandparents were department heads in the local high school, so we knew lots of the town residents. So it wasn't really any bother to put "Cheryl Annette, but she'll go by Annette" on the birth announcements. Most folks kinda already knew anyway
When I started school, I don't recall having to correct the teachers on my name past the first day, if at all. Again, my grandparents were high school teachers and all grades were housed in the same building (which is now a condo building, but I digress). Heck, I spent early mornings before my kindergarten class started sitting in my Granny's first hour typing class...I could type before I could write in cursive...
However, this all changed when we moved to Albuquerque in the late 70's. I spent the first several days of each school year answering roll with "Here-but-I-go-by-my-middle-name-Annette." Invariably at least one teach each year would respond with "Oh! Were you named for Annette Funicello?" and of course, I'd have to answer "yes" and then they'd get lost on the "Cheryl" part..LOL.
So that's my name. I kinda like have a "legal" first name and then using my middle name for friends and family. When the phone rings and the question is "Is Cheryl there?" I know it isn't someone I know....and on more than one occasion I've responded with "No, she's not, can I take a message?" ;)
Of course, the irony of it all...I married a man that goes by his middle name as well...LOL