N is for Names

I don't know whether this is a regular practise in blogging or not, but I change the names of my friends and family in this blog.  I think there are a few times I've mentioned my brother by name and probably the Brown Eyed Man, but I usually try to either make up a name or use a variation of their first and or middle names.

For example, Berniece is not my best friend's name.  She would probably wonder why I chose that name and I can't even tell you why I did.  I think it just came to me.  It's not even close to her real name.  Calvin is Calvin's real name but he doesn't use it so no one would know that it's him.

Woodrow and Pershing are just young boys and I don't want to have their names out there on the internet unless their parents do it.

Along the same lines of this subject, the Brown Eyed Man and I were discussing naming children after other people. Not that we're planning to have any more, it was just the subject of the hour.  He's against it even though he is named after an uncle, The Boy (his boy) is named after a close family friend and The Girl (his girl) has a middle name that is a variation of her Gramma's name. 

I love the idea of naming your children after someone else.  What an honor for both of them that you think so highly of one that you would name the other the same name.  One of my nephews is named after my Grandfather.  It's an "old man's name".  That's what people thought.  After you told them what he would be named, they would always say "What are you going to call him?".  His name.  We're going to call him by his name dummy.

My middle name is Lin and it's from a friend of my Mom's named Linda.  I have no idea who this woman is.  They must have been much closer in 1969-1970.  When I was younger, I always wished it was spelled the same as every other little girl born in 1970: Lynn.  Now I like it because it's different.  Can you believe that I have actually had people ask me if it's Japanese?  Yes, because my white-bread parents from Northern Minnesota couldn't get enough of the Japanese culture. They named their daughter Jennifer Lin Smith.

As I mentioned previously, Brown Eyed Man is named after an uncle.  My father-in-law loved his brother so much he named his first son after him.  Then Uncle Dave did the same with his fist son.  So there are two Jimmys and two Daves. 

Are you named after someone or have you named your children after someone else?  If so, why?  If not, why?