Boy, do I ever identify with you.
First, I didn't get to choose my name - it was issued to me by someone else.
And...I didn't get my own name, I got someone else's. I'm a junior.
Then in 1968 Ronald McDonald the clown was created to sell hamburgers and having the name Ronald Macdonald, Jr. became a nightmare of teasing and crank phone calls.
Then in 1978 my father died and I at least had the name to myself.
Seriously considered changing my name...and considered....and considered...and created a selection of names to adopt. Here in Arizona its only $15 and a simple court process to change your name if there's no malice intended.
Main reason for putting it off was not wanting to seperate from my Macdonald heritage. And as a genealogy buff would imagine the problems it might create for future generations. And was too stubborn to let some ad man force me into a name change just because he invented a clown with a name so similar to mine.
While I continued to consider changing my name I continued to age.
Now at 65 it seems like - what's the point.
So, my suggestion is make your decision soon so it doesn't drift away from you like it did for me.
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
"I'll have a kilt please, a nice hand sewn tartan, 16 ounce Strome. Oh, and a sporran on the side, with a strap please."
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