My name, E**** is a shortened version of a longer name, but it's what I've been known by since high school.
When I was younger, I didn't like it much.
I didn't like the longer version either, with people, especially teachers, constantly mis-spelling it or mis-pronouncing it.
To me, my name was an old person's name, a grannies name. I felt it belonged to one of those white-haired, soft-skinned grannies who sat in porch rockers all day and knitted lap rugs.
That wasn't me at all!
As time went on I got more comfortable with my name and now that I am almost 60, I feel as if I've finally grown into it.
I don't mind at all hearing from a customer that their grandma or their great aunt, maybe their grandpa's sister, is named E****.
But now, in this new century, a lot of the old-fashioned names are being used again.
The shortened version, which is a name in its own right.
I've heard several tales of grand daughters, nieces, cousins, being born and getting my name.
Just this morning a young customer noticed my name tag and told me that his wife had given birth to a baby girl yesterday and they'd named her E****.
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