A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about how our chosen names can hide our heritage. I mentioned that neither Meg (Margaret) nor Winters are Jewish names.
Jewish heritage passes from mother to child, so intermarriage can certainly produce a Jewish Winters, but I think most people would consider it British, not Jewish. Of course, those are not mutually exclusive.
Margaret, like Mary, is typically a Catholic name but one reader mentioned a Jewish friend named Margaret. I know a Jewish Margaret who prefers Peggy.
Jewish babies are assigned a Hebrew name. Traditionally, the Hebrew name is similar to the English name, so I did a bit of research.
Margaret does have Hebrew equivalents. So if I ever need to give my Jewish equivalent, I can safely choose from Levana, Margalit, Meira, or Penina. I kind of like the first and last ones. What do you think? There's a little poll to the right to choose your favourite.
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Monday, November 4, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Hiding Our Heritage
I have a confession to make. Two actually.
I'm Jewish. And my name is not Meg Winters.
When the name Meg came into my consciousness (it was my name during a "past life regression." I won't discuss whether I believe in them or not; I was subject to a few like this one), I knew it was one of many short forms of Margaret. Margaret is one of those magical girl names which have dozens of nicknames: Meg, Peg, Marge, Maggie, Peggy, and on and on. (Side note: I once asked a woman I work with, who introduced herself to me as "Kimberly" if she ever used a short form of her name. She said "like 'Kim'?" and I said "well, yeah. Or 'Burley'." Yes, I lived.)
Margaret is never a Jewish name, often a Catholic name. A couple of people assumed "Meg" was short for "Megan," but being over the Age When Everyone Was Named Megan, I never thought of that. I doubt there's a woman my age named "Megan."
I'm not sure where Winters came from. Winters is a good British name, not a Jewish one.
So when I introduce myself ("call me Meg"), there's no Jewish clue. Even if I offer my last name, there's no Jewish "tell" there.
I don't hide my heritage. At game nights, I spoke with other "members of the tribe" and identified myself as such. But I'm hesitant.... "I belong to .... Where do you belong?" might mean a story. "Me too!" could be awkward, especially since nobody's acknowledged that I'm not what I appear.
I'm sure that's true of other girls I meet at t-events. We choose names that may or may not match our heritage. I never looked at a list of names and said "I need one that reflects history" and declared myself to be "Sarah Berkowitz," any more than Mike McMasters said "Abigail O'Toole. What else could I call myself?"
But we lose something.
I don't have a clue as to how important this is, or how to fix it, but I've been thinking about it a bit. A lot.
And I'm open to ideas, readers.
I'm Jewish. And my name is not Meg Winters.
When the name Meg came into my consciousness (it was my name during a "past life regression." I won't discuss whether I believe in them or not; I was subject to a few like this one), I knew it was one of many short forms of Margaret. Margaret is one of those magical girl names which have dozens of nicknames: Meg, Peg, Marge, Maggie, Peggy, and on and on. (Side note: I once asked a woman I work with, who introduced herself to me as "Kimberly" if she ever used a short form of her name. She said "like 'Kim'?" and I said "well, yeah. Or 'Burley'." Yes, I lived.)
Margaret is never a Jewish name, often a Catholic name. A couple of people assumed "Meg" was short for "Megan," but being over the Age When Everyone Was Named Megan, I never thought of that. I doubt there's a woman my age named "Megan."
I'm not sure where Winters came from. Winters is a good British name, not a Jewish one.
So when I introduce myself ("call me Meg"), there's no Jewish clue. Even if I offer my last name, there's no Jewish "tell" there.
I don't hide my heritage. At game nights, I spoke with other "members of the tribe" and identified myself as such. But I'm hesitant.... "I belong to .... Where do you belong?" might mean a story. "Me too!" could be awkward, especially since nobody's acknowledged that I'm not what I appear.
I'm sure that's true of other girls I meet at t-events. We choose names that may or may not match our heritage. I never looked at a list of names and said "I need one that reflects history" and declared myself to be "Sarah Berkowitz," any more than Mike McMasters said "Abigail O'Toole. What else could I call myself?"
But we lose something.
I don't have a clue as to how important this is, or how to fix it, but I've been thinking about it a bit. A lot.
And I'm open to ideas, readers.
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coming out,
heritage,
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