“What’s in a name?
that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;” – Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene II lines 47-48.
The Daily Prompt seems a little late this morning and I’m really chomping to write. So I picked one out of the e-book from WP.
I was named after both my grandmothers. Francine, my maternal grandmother and Margarette, my paternal grandmother. Both by themselves are very nice names. But, my mother’s name is also Francine. She remembered all the years when her father would call to Francine and get the response, “Which one?”
So my parents were trying to figure out a nickname for me.
My father’s younger sister came up with combining the first syllable from Margarette with the second from Francine and got Marcine. And so it was I became Marcine. When I started middle school I went by Francine; at home I was still Marcine.
Thankfully they didn’t go with Frangrette like my father wanted.