The dwarves!

It has a sort of 30s feel to it. Were you named for a family member? BTW, Grace seems to be a new favorite name. I'm hearing of lots of 2-3 yr. old girls named Grace. But I love Michaela.

Aside: I knew a woman named Michael years ago. Her mother, my friend, got so tired of hearing her MIL go on about how none of her grandsons were named for her husband that she promised to name her first-born for him. As an adult, Michael used her name - with a photo - to market her real estate business and made millions. No one forgot who she was.

Julie

(edited to remove an errant "L".)

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Sounds like an heiress! I too like Grace. So now you're thankful for not having to say Grace??

The "May" and the "Grace" were for my two grandmothers. I have no idea where "Ethel" came from - but as a kid I sort of looked like Big Ethel from the Archie comics - but with the added indignity of thick, black rimmed glasses.

At fourteen, I discovered make-up. At fifteen, I bought my first pair of contact lenses. At sixteen, I left home. At seventeen I started the name change.

It is now legally Beth Michaela Simpson. Many people in Canada call me Beth - but when I finally achieved the Ph.D. , I wanted a more dynamic handle, so went with the second name.

My youngest daughter is Mikael Kristina - but we all call her Miki (My key) - and no one ever forgets her name. And it's hard to say Miki and frown at the same time.

Both my daughters understand that they should spend their lives being called what they wish to be called - not what I wished. My eldest daughter we named Alicea - but she calls herself Mischa.

We're back to the alternate names / personalities again! Seandor / Michaela / Ethel / May / Grace Simpson, I'm afraid to ask what you did at 18.

I worked as a dietary aid in a public hospital in British Columbia - unionized job, four weeks paid vacation after one year, and a reasonable wage. But not exactly a challenging career choice. I listened to CBC on the radio (Canada's NPR), read books on history, politics, and social policy - for entertainment.

Went out with lots of guys who had a bad habit of asking me to marry them! (Well, it was the 1970s on the West Coast - people under the age of 40 who were sober - I didn't drink or do drugs - and were not religious extremists - were rather rare LOL. I was the girl you could take home to mom, and I knew how to behave. heck, I still blushed when people swore in front of me. I had to go to university to learn to use language "that would make a sailor blush!" Can you say "heck" on DG?

And we had the pill - and no AIDS. It was an interesting time. :-)

My wife was doing drugs and drinking WHILE asking me to marry her.

REALLY???

Ha Ha! My wife doesn't drink at all, never took drugs, doesn't drink coffee. I'm grateful she didn't take a celibacy vow as well.

Well, I was the token sober person in my crowd. EVERYONE was either doing hallucinagenics or Singapore Slings. But - I had left home at 16 and knew that the RCMP wouldn't force me home if I (1) never collected welfare, (2) remained sober, (3) didn't get pregnant, (4) never got in trouble with the law. Since I didn't want to go home, being a responsible adult seemed like a very pleasant alternative. I was ALWAYS the designated driver :-)

Now, I do drink the occasional glass of wine - and my day always starts with coffee. But that is the extent of my vices - except once I was censored on DG for writing "d_mn"!

Wine is very healthy, as well as inspiring. My favorite is Cabernet.

Alas - I am such a plebian - all I can tell you is whether the wine is red, white, or sparkling. :-)

I am very fond of port and sherry, however.

I remember the 70s - and the 60s. The only time in the history of the world that sex (can we say that?) could have no negative consequences that couldn't be treated with penicillin. As you said, an interesting time. (I was also the token sober person.)

And I was also named for my two grandmothers - Julie Marie.

At least your grandmothers had nice names :-)

Seandor, I think your grandmothers had nice names. Ethel, not so cute But I think of Lucy's best friend and neighbor, Ethel Mertz.

Better yet - Groucho's line: 'Get gas. If you can't find gas, get ethyl. If you can't get ethyl, get Mable'.

Oh, thanks - just what I want - to remind people of Ethel Mertz - lol!

Trust me - life got a LOT better with the name change. Ethel nor May nor Grace were names for the 1970s!

It's kinda part of a sentence like Ethel may grace us with her presence.

Now you're trying too hard, Dave!

Absolutely too hard! :-(

Michaela, are you done with the semester yet??

Well, sort of. Exams are over - though I am still waiting on assignments from one student who may not graduate if I don't have them by tomorrow. Saturday is my plant give away, and the afternoon is graduation. I get to wear my doctoral robes. My DH bought mine for me when I got my degree. The UBC robes are blue and a maroon-red, with a cambridge cap - not a mitre-board. Honestly, it looks like a clown suit, amongst the more traditional black.

Then I must prepare for two on-line classes I will hold during the first summer session. But essentially, I am free.

Which means more time to play in the dirt - and hopefully travel to see other DG members - or serve them tea at my place.