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The Philosophy of Naming

7 Jun

Hamlet: “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” – William Shakespeare

So…I’ve been mulling over the concept of “titles” this week. I’ve had a few interesting conversations about it. A title sets the tone for a piece. It gives the reader a “heads up” about what is to be expected when he or she reads the book/poem/article/blog post. It’s a fore-shadowing of what is to come. Totally random/seemingly disconnected titles irritate me. I have read some books and then said, “Okay, I tried to figure it out, but I just can’t. Where on earth did they get this title?” On the other hand, I do like a little creativity in a title or headline. I remember learning about this from our yearbook advisor in high school when I was editing a layout. My chosen headline: Homecoming 1987. Her take on it: boring. I told her, “I thought about “A Sort of Homecoming”, but thought it was too weird.” (That was the title of a popular song in the day.) She looked at me like, “You dunderhead!” but all she said was, “You should have gone with that. So much more creative and eye-catching.”
“Creative and eye-catching” …can the same be said for a person’s name? I found naming my children to be very intimidating, just as I’ve found titling my book to be scary. Chapter titles I could handle no problem…a small snippet of the whole…easy to grasp and commit to. But a LONG TERM, all-encompassing title/name…that’s frightening. I didn’t want to saddle my children with dreadful monikers, just as I don’t want to saddle my fourth “child” – for that is what this book feels like – with a title no one is attracted to. Because as much as we’re told not to judge a book by its cover…or by its title…we still do.
A child, when they are born, has their personality all there, just waiting for their parents to discover it as time goes on. Sometimes the names we give them fit their personalities…and sometimes they don’t. Aren’t there some cultures who wait a year before naming their children? Perhaps there’s some wisdom in that. People tell us that our youngest child…Lucy…is perfectly named. I always laugh a little when they say that. Does that mean she’s like Lucy Pevensie of Narnia fame? Because if so, I’m good with that. Or do they mean she’s like Lucy Van Pelt of Peanuts fame? Because if she’s going to be stealing away the football from nice little round-headed boys who trusts her too much, then that’s not so great. Knowing Lucy, she’s a little of both.
Perhaps we should start a tradition in this country that when a person reaches 18, they are expected to pick their own middle name. A name which reflects their personality better than their first name. Of course, I’m not sure I’d have trusted myself at 18 to do that. Maybe 30 would be better.
There are also “names” for events in our lives. My friend Stacey commented last week that there is power in naming something as you go through it. Stacey has been going through a lot of garbage in her life lately and there’s no sense in calling it anything other than that. It’s not “a learning experience”…it’s not “a blessing in disguise”…it’s crap. (Unpleasant word, sorry, but it’s true.) Yes, there may be learning and blessing through it in the end…but let’s call it like it is and not couch it in comforting or spiritual terms. For her, there is freedom in acknowledgement of the horribleness of it all. The naming of it: misery. (Yes, I asked her for permission to post this paragraph.)
But back to books. There are some writers who begin their books with a title and write from there. Oy, vey. I can’t even begin with an outline. I write and see what develops as I go along! Perhaps that’s a personality thing, too. My problem with starting with a name is that it’s so limiting…what if I want to diverge from the promise of the title when I get to page 200? What if I discover that such-and-such a thing is so much more important then I realized it would be when I titled it? A title is restrictive.
I wonder, is “Lucy” restrictive? Will she ever be allowed to act like a “Pamela”? Or a “Florence”? What about a “Tuesday”? (See May 24th post!) And what about the concept of “invoking” a name – seeking a blessing just by saying a name – or, conversely, the curse of saying it, like in Harry Potter with “He who must not be named”. What is it that Dumbledore says? “Fear of a name leads to fear of the thing itself.” Interesting.
And then there’s the ancient Hebrews, who wouldn’t say the name of God out loud (and current orthodox Jews won’t, either) and who had to create a sort of shorthard in order to even write it. The “Tetragrammaton” they called this combination of letters (YHWH) and, according to Wikipedia anyway, only a few people in each generation know how to properly pronounce it, and no one has said it out loud for almost 2,000 years. Apparently the High Priest used to say it on Yom Kippur, but hasn’t since AD 70 when the temple was destroyed.
Why the history lesson? Because it’s amazing proof of the power of a name. For the Jewish people, to say the name of God out loud is to dishonor God. The name is holy. Too holy to be said by mere mortal men or women. Too sacred. Too powerful.
Yes, names hold power. They hold meaning. That’s why some people really look into the meaning behind the names they’re considering for their children. For example, “Mary” derives from “Mara”…which, in the Bible, means “bitterness”…and so many people don’t want to name their daughters such a depressing name. Apparently my husband and I didn’t worry about that as our daughter Kathryn’s middle name is Mary. Honestly, I have no fear that she lives under a cloud of bitterness. Her life – and her attitude – is up to her to decide.
And, I think, that’s what it comes down to. It is up to us to overcome our names…or our titles. Shakespeare (how could I ignore this quote when on this topic?!) said it well: “What’s in a name?” So much more, Horatio…so much more…


Tuesdays With Gretchen

24 May

So…mark your calendars now because this is the first installment of many which I’m hoping you’ll look forward to with at least a small degree of anticipation!  Tuesdays with Gretchen.  That’s what I want you to remember.  It’s too bad, really, that my name doesn’t begin with a “T”…or that a day of the week doesn’t begin with “G”.  I could have called it Tuesdays with Trudy.  That has a ring to it.  When I was small, my sister called me  – among a wide variety of nick names – “Trudy Myra”.  Not sure why, you’d have to ask her.  So I could, I suppose, call this Tuesdays with Trudy…but then, no one would know who the heck I was talking about so I guess Tuesdays With Gretchen it will be.

Have I said it often enough yet for you to remember?!!  TUESDAYS WITH GRETCHEN!

So…now you know how often and when I intend to post on my blog!  Yes.  That would be Tuesdays.  Why Tuesday?  I met a girl once, who met a girl, whose name was Tuesday.  I always thought it was a kinda cool name.  Not that I named any of my children “Tuesday”.  I’m married to a die-hard Mid-western guy.  “Tuesday” is way too out there for him.  I was all for “Finnley” for our third child…but yeah, that didn’t go over too well, either.  Especially since she turned out to be a girl.  So I had to use it for one of my character’s names. 

What character am I talking about?  More on that another day.  Another TUESDAY.

It’s possible that I’ll have epiphanies on days other than Tuesday.  And I may be compelled to write about those.  Either that or I’ll store them all up for a month of Tuesdays.  So don’t be surprised if there’s an occasional non-Tuesday post.  As a matter of fact, you can always read anything I post on any given day…even on a Wednesday!  All this to say, I’d love you to stop by as often as you’d like.   If I ever figure out how to post pictures properly, I might even post them on a Friday…just to keep you on your toes.

Okay, so now you know when…I suppose you’re wondering what.  Well, I think I’ve covered that in my “about”…which I believe is located on your upper right hand side and titled, “Where I’m Coming From”…look there to see what I’ll be writing about.  ‘Course, who knows what epiphanies I’ll be having, so who knows what will show up…but those are my basic parameters.  Those are where I’m being led.  Compelled, as it were. 

I really hope you’ll join me on my journey.

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