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Today I read a charming children’s book written and illustrated by Juana Martinez-Neal called Alma and How She Got Her Name. It is a 2019 Caldecott Honor Book.  It is a sweet story about how Alma doesn’t like her name because it is too long.  Her name, to be exact is Alma Sofia Esperanza José Pura Candela.  Six names!  Six very long names she tells her father.  As her father tells her the story behind each of her names she realizes that her name is perfect for her.  She learns that her special name will one day provide her with the opportunity to share her story with the world. This story made me think about how as a child I too did not like my name.  My name was different, there was never anyone else with my name and at times I wished for a more traditional name. 

So tonight I decided to call my parents, both of whom are now in their 80’s and ask about my name.  I had heard stories about why the named me but honestly, I never asked. Today I was lucky enough for them to share why. Here is what they said, “in 1955 (long before I was born!) an American model who would go on to be an actress was crowned Miss America, Lee Ann Meriwether.” “She was wholesome and of good moral character.”

I will be honest, I never would consider myself having much in common with a Miss America.  After reading more about Miss Meriwether tonight I learned that she reluctantly entered and won the Miss California contest which obligated her to go to Miss America.  She won after reciting the tragic poem Riders of the Sea by John Millington Synge.  She admitted that winning was what enabled her to pay for her acting lessons and ultimately win nominations for both Emmy and Golden Globe Awards. You may remember her best at Lily Munster the wife of Herman. Maybe she and I did have a few things in common!

As I have aged I too,  like Alma, have realized that my name was perfect for me.  It is different but so am I.  As an adult I have met a few other Lee Annes’ and it has been fun. Most of all I am thrilled my name is not more traditional.  It wouldn’t suit me!  Like little Alma, I too learned something tonight, my name is a story I too can share with the world and that makes me proud.  Thanks, Mom and Dad!


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  1. UnknownMarch 21, 2019 at 7:55 PM

    You do have something in common with "Lily"---you are beautiful!!! That was so interesting to learn about the history behind your name! I too have never wanted to change my name or shorten it. Proud to be Theresa!!!

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    1. LeeAnne LaydenMarch 22, 2019 at 1:40 AM

      Aww! Thank you, Theresa. You always make me feel important.

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