My Name

[poliphilo]

My parents named me Anthony. With an "h". It wasn't a family name and I suppose they simply chose it because they liked it. I like it too.

I like the associations. Mark Antony was a cool  guy (at least he is in Shakespeare) and St Anthony is my kind of saint, solitary, fixated- out there in the desert seeing visions and combatting demons; I've written poems about him.

I went to the sort of schools where everybody- even your mates- call you by your surname. So I was Anthony at home and Grist in the outer world. I never picked up a nickname. School friends sometimes addressed me as Gristle but it didn't stick (I'm glad to say.)

And then- I suppose in my late teens, but I can't remember exactly when- everybody except my immediate family took to calling me Tony- and I have answered to it ever since.

The associations it carries for me are 1. Tony Lumpkin the amiable, clod-hopping country squire in Goldsmith's She Stoops to Conquer and 2. Tony Armstrong Jones- Princess Margaret's social-climbing, playboy husband. I don't think I'm the least bit like either of them. Then of course there's Tony Blair- and all I want to say about that is I was a Tony long before he was.

Tony is an acceptable name, but I don't particularly relate to it. I think of it as a label that has been attached to me- as if I were luggage in transit.

It'll do for the time being...

Comments

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I have a middle name- John- after my father- with I hardly ever use. I did however- in an act of familial piety- hand it on to my eldest son as his middle name.

[sorenr.livejournal.com]

Mine is a none-gendered middle name that could also work as a surname - legally my middle name can be considered part of my first name or part of my surname, so it's a bit of a muddle in terms of booking plane tickets and stuff like that... The original meaning of "Markvard" is "field warden" or "border guard" - perhaps a bit of a strange name for a bleeding-heart leftie?