No, my parents did not misspell 'Evian,' and I am not named after the water.Although, I think I'd rather be named after the water...
It’s a well-known fact that celebrities like to give their children outlandish names. I think the first one I remember being odd was Apple, the first child for actress Gwyneth Paltrow and musician Chris Martin. Well, okay, it wasn’t the first bizarre name I remember. But for some reason, it struck me as odd to name your child after a fruit. At the time, they just said, “it’s a cool name.” I also remember reading somewhere that they thought an apple was sweet, and they couldn’t think of anything sweeter than their new daughter. Or, that she was “the apple of their eyes.” So, that justifies giving your child the name of a fruit? If so, is she more of a Golden Delicious or Granny Smith type of apple? Time will only tell…
Anyway, no one else (celebrities) that I know of has done this again, thank goodness. It’s one thing to give your child a unique name. It’s another to associate them with fruit, as delicious as fruit may be.this is very strange for me, because all the men in my family are named Starratt.I laughed and said,
this is weird for me, because I’ve never met anyone with my name!
We had our picture taken. Whatever happened to that picture, I’ll never know. But it’s something I’ll always remember.
It is a family name, if you hadn’t guessed by now. My parents thought I was going to be a boy, and had all of these boy’s names picked out. So when I was born, they had to find a girl’s name. With my dad being southern, and family names being of utmost importance in that culture, a few names were suggested: Rebecca, Sarah, Monimia, and Starratt. There may have been others, but I don’t know. All I have to say is, I’m glad they passed on Monimia. And I’m glad they chose Starratt. Yes, it was hard growing up with an unusual name, but it’s been well worth it.
I never had any keychains, license plates, or anything with my name on it that wasn’t handmade by a family friend when I was a kid. People always asked me where my name came from, how it was spelled, what it meant, etc. I could answer the first two, but never the last until I was in college when I found an old, dusty book of surnames. Perfect! I could finally find out what my name meant. Turns out it’s Scottish. Not surprising, since most of my heritage lies in the British Isles. What did interest me is that its origins lie in a lowland town in Ayrshire called Stairaird, and roughly translated it means “bridge over bogs.” Erm, okay. Although I guess it’s a very useful name, considering there are lots of moors (a.k.a., bogs) in Scotland. But it’s not what I thought it would mean. Well, I never had any idea what it meant, but I didn’t think it had anything to do with…bogs.
Anyway, this is the story of my name. I hope to find more like mine on the Interwebs, because like I said…there’s always a story to everyone’s name.
