My first and middle names, spelled differently from the original owner, reflect a bet or wager made between my mom and dad.
If a boy, I would have been Daniel. I told her I wouldn't have minded Danielle or Daniella, even though that meant I would have been named after a dog. She was in love with Scottish-Irish lore and loved the name Danny. She bought a Scottie and name him Danny a year or so later.
If a girl, they couldn't decide. I was born a week after the Miss America of ??????? (I'm not telling). This was the bet. I would get the winner's name. Not to disparage others names, but I've always been grateful her name wasn't Brunhilda, Daffodil, or .......
My brothers are John and Joe, very simple names. A coincidence maybe, but Joseph means "increase" or "he who adds" and he was born after my dad's (and his doctor's) unsuccessful attempt to prevent further problems because of my mother's lupus.
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