For Throwback Thursday I'm going back....waaaay back. I'm going back to about six months before I was born. At that time I was prophesied to be Jill Miller. It had a nice flow to it. I liked the name Jill. And for six months that was my destiny.
Mind you, both my parents have brown hair and brown eyes. One summer day I popped out with blue eyes and bright white hair. Dad took one look at me and said, "Ohhhh, I guess we'll name her Maureen."
And so I grew up with a name that spawned inventive tags like Moron. LOL I can recall a time as a teenager when a boy came up to me and said, "Is your name seriously Maureen? Don't you go by something else?" Actually, he wasn't too far off base. Everyone in the family has a nickname for me. Many of my friends don't call me Maureen. There are even a group of talented authors who have been calling me Gladys for a number of years, but that's a story for another time...
And then there was the spelling. I will answer to Maurine, Moreen, Marian, Marine (on the last one I usually offer a salute).
In Spanish class there was no quaint translation for Maureen. To this day I can still hear my teacher yelling across the room, "MOWWW-REE-NAH!"
I should state that I'm not Irish, which I believe is the origin of the name. So there goes that excuse.
But our name is our name. And when I look in the mirror I don't see Jill Miller. I see Maureen. She's blonde, blue-eyed and kind of stupid looking. But she can play three notes on a guitar and she can achieve one chin-up (some days).
To all the Maureens in the world. I salute you. And I can spell your name! :)