My Name: Amanda
The story of my name is a bit funny. My first name Amanda means lovable. I remember knowing that from a young age- always a student of semiotics and language meaning.... The thing that is funny about this name is that it was very popular so I knew many incarnations of the name for friends around me. Also, the meaning is a little bit of a tease. You are lovable, not loved guaranteed. Still, I believe we live up to the titles and labels that are attached to us (more on this, I guarantee).
So.... my middle name is a bit tricky. Ruth was my parents' choice. I was named for my maternal grandmother, a woman who had a questionable history. My mother did not grow up with her for reasons which reason may not explain at the moment. I saw her a handful of times in my life, with a few fingers left over and I just never liked the name. Yes, it has a lovely biblical connotation. Still, my history with the bible leaves that something... again- best left unsaid. The name also took on a further negative meaning when it became another point of teasing for me. I was raised a Red Sox far. Babe Ruth? Yeah... So at my first opportunity, I chose my own middle name.
Pazzanese is my maiden name. My father's family came here in the early 20th century from parts of Southern Italy that are semi-shrouded in mystery. My great grandfather may have been dodging arrest or an angry husband- either way, he came and he then snuck back to get his brother. He married and I am told the family was quite extensive in the greater Boston area. I have done some research and discovered many second cousins in the area. I have always been proud of this name and this history. My father's family are some of my closest extended relatives.
Minaker- Ah... finally! This name is one I am proud to have attached to my history. The Minakers are a wonderful family and my husband and I have extended the line by three beautiful branches. Our girls' names were very carefully selected! When my husband and I married, I decided I would change my name (again) but this time it was my control. The Minakers descend from a German town- Magdeburg. They came over before the Revolutionary War and settled a town in Ontario. There was brief foray into the colonies, but mostly the family were Loyalists and any stragglers returned to their northern families. There has even been a history written about each of the lines of this family.
My father is full Italian (oh, there might be some Greek and Jewish in there too. That's the story).
My mother describes herself as "Heinz 57", but ancestry.com says mostly Irish (her father's family were Michigan farmers after immigrating from Ireland in 18th century) and her mother's people may have been French Canadian, Cree Tribe and English and Irish- they were mostly farmers in Virginia. So.... my history is unique and storied.
I feel like so many aspects of who we are are assumed our own, but the more research that I did into my family, the more I learned about why I am who I am.
Good luck to my children!
