Reflecting on my middle name this week at the suggestion of Mama Kat.
My grandmother’s name was Ruth May. In her honor my own parents chose the name May as my middle name. For many years I was horrified by the ancient sound of this name. It brought to mind old ladies gathered in stuffy parlors tatting and sipping tea. Having grown older and wiser, as an adult I realized the name May is optimistic and lovely. Also, it turns out there is nothing wrong with tatting or tea.
My grandmother was full of life and good humor. She possessed a quick wit, and she loved her family. She played the piano beautifully and made sugar cookies of great renown. Her skills as a seamstress were quite impressive as was her ability to make braided wool rugs that filled a room. She was quite a woman, and my parents bestowed on me an honor when they gave me her name.
A long, long time ago Henry Wadsworth Longfellow penned the following…
The word May is a perfumed word…It means youth, love, song, and all that is beautiful in life.
May. It also hints at what could be, encouraging the soul to soar and dreams to be without limits.
So, thank you, Mom and Dad, for naming me May: a name I shall try to live up to.