Had I been given both of my grandmothers’ first names, I would have been Nellie Margie. Thanks Mom and Dad for looking ahead into my future and bestowing your mothers’ middle names to me so that I am Janie Layne.
When I was growing up, my friends wanted to be “Beth” or “Liz” instead of “Elizabeth.” But not me. I loved my name. I understood that it was a piece of my heritage, and I never dreamed to be called anything differently. In my mind — and my heart — to change my name would be to deny my grandmothers. And I wouldn’t dare entertain that idea.
However, I would have also loved my name had I been born a boy. I would have received both of my grandfathers’ names. Stephen Forest. Ah! What a bold, strong, honest name! Continue reading