My Name Piece
Your First Name
/Your Middle Name
/Your Last Name
/Variations of Your Name
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My Name Piece
Your First Name
/Your Middle Name
/Your Last Name
/Variations of Your Names
Amy
/Elizabeth
/Lydigsen
/Lyde
AmelieCat Eye
I was named after a country song titled “Amy.” It was by a bandnamed The Pure Prairie League. I don’t know why my dad wanted this name because he doesn’t even listen to country music. I personally do not like country music and I only like this song because it has my name in it.
My mom wanted to name me Stephanie. Ever since she told me that, I longed to be called Stephanie. When I was younger, I used to tell people that my name was Stephanie. To me, Amy sounded short and boring, but Stephanie sounded romantic and sophisticated. / My middle name does not have any real significance. When I asked my parents why Elizabeth, they said it sounded good with Amy. I guess since Amy was so small I needed a longer middle name to balance it out.
Elizabeth seems to be a popular middle name to attach itself to Amy. I have had six close friends with the same combination of names “Amy Elizabeth.”
All in all, I rather like my middle name but I feel like it is a wasted name. It is never used (except when I was getting in trouble at home). I like it because there are numerous variations to it: Liz, Beth, Bethy, Lizbeth, Eliza, Liza, etc.
See how boring Amy is – nothing but Amy! / My last name is definitely worse than my first name. It comes from Danish ancestry and it is misery to my ears. My entire life I have had to endure countless encounters with people butchering my last name: Lidickson, Lydigigsen, Lydiesen; the list goes on and on.
I dreaded the first day of every school year because I knew that my new teacher would murder my last name, and even though I would have to correct him/her, this person would still mess it up.
I can’t wait to get married just so I can have a different last name. Some women hyphenate their last name – NO WAY am I doing that!
Oh how I have dreamed to just have a pronounceable last name like Jones or Smith – they have it so easy. / Lyde obviously comes from my last name. I got the name in high school because no one could get it right. My good friend of seventeen years still calls me that today.
Amelie was my first name given to me in my junior year of high school by my French teacher. She was an annoying woman who we made cry almost every day. Looking back on it now, I am ashamed of what we did to her – being a teacher now and all. She had the nerve to try to speak to us only in French. We had no clue what she was saying and we revolted. She later quit after one year at my school.
My other friend of fifteen years calls me Amelie. We met in freshman year of college in what else – a French class.
Cat Eye was a nickname given to me in high school due to the fact that I have an actual cat eye. Though it might sound cruel to make fun of someone’s deformity, no one ever said it to hurt my feelings. I embrace the CAT EYE and I am proud to be able to see. At the age of one, my parents found out that I was going blind and I needed immediate surgery. I was diagnosed with cataracts. A very common procedure today, but in 1976 laser surgery was not invented, so the doctors had to remove my lenses. I had a total of seven operations, and the result was a hanging pupil in the shape of a cat’s eye.
I used to tell people that I purposely had an eye transplant with a cat because they have tremendous eyesight. People would believe me and think I was cool.
I feel pretty cool.