Tuesday, May 5, 2015
365 True Things: 38/Names
Though maybe it's because of Anne Frank or Anne Hathaway or Anne Boleyn or Anne of Green Gables.
I was named after my grandmother, Annie Hooten Skinner. She hated the name Annie and forbade my father to call me that—which of course he did. But I like the name Annie: it's less serious than Anne (or, even more so, Ann).
No one today, however, ever calls me Annie. Nor do I feel like an Annie. I am serious. I wish I was more fun, but I'm just not.
My father actually wanted to call me Gretchen. Gretchen Geissman. Can you imagine? Thank goodness my mother won out.
When David and I traveled in Japan for our honeymoon, students would practice their English on us. The girls would ask my name, then nod eagerly and exclaim: "Ah, Green Gables of Anne!" It was endearing. The boys would yell, "This is a pen!"—which wasn't.