First names you don't see anymore

When I was a young whippersnapper, I had a bit of a swirl with a beautiful, well-built young lass named ... Dorcas.
Imagine introducing your mom to a chik named Dorcas, members and moderators.

Let's hear 'em.

 

Adolph

 

Dorcas? WTF is that? Had a crush (everybody did) on an older girl on my sister's softball team named Tona. Never heard it before or since.

 

Ruprecht.

 

My first name is Deborah. If I meet someone else with that name I assume they're in their 50s.

 

I edit/lay out obits five days a week, so I could lay a bunch of names on you, especially women.

Opal, Lorraine, Dorothy, Roberta ...

 

Ethel, Beatrice ...

 

Gertrude

 

Mabel, Ruby, Gladys, Gloria

 

Dick, which bothers this writer to Annie's Mailbag

Annie’s mailbox: ‘Dick’ nickname made fun of - Herald and News: Nation/World News

Dear Annie: I was born in the middle of the baby boom generation. My dad was a Pearl Harbor veteran. There were hundreds of heroic acts performed that day, and one of them involved a friend of my father’s, whose destroyer took a direct hit. Even with severe injuries, he lowered himself into the harbor and dog-paddled out to keep an unconscious seaman alive until help could reach them.
That day, my dad decided that if he had a son, he would name him after this friend, whose name was Richard. The common nickname is “Dick,” which brings me to the reason for this letter. Seventy-five years ago, Dick was a common name, but not so much today. For years, I have put up with people making lewd comments about my name. At 6-foot-3, I can get in anyone’s face if I choose, and that usually ends the matter.

But I don’t want to do that. Instead, I’d appreciate it if you could provide a concise response that leaves little room for additional interaction with marginally literate people.

—Richard

Dear Richard: We are not miracle workers. The Beavis and Butt-Heads of the world will continue to snicker at your nickname because they never matured past adolescence. We favor the world-weary sigh, along with ignoring them. An eye roll is optional. You also could introduce yourself as “Rick” or “Rich,” both common nicknames for Richard that will elicit fewer asinine reactions. But we will open the floor to our readers, who are sure to come up with a greater variety of responses. (Please keep them printable, folks.)

 

Marjorie

And damn, Steak beat me to Adolph, although I spell it Adolf.

When I was a kid, I named my all white cat Adolf.

My friend named his cat Ayatollah.

My cat actually responded to Adolf. I think Ayatollah always was confused and wondered why the fuck he was named that.

That reminds me, I had a second cat named Benito. That name doesn't get much traction either.

 

Peggy.

And Zelda. I don't hear of many women named Joy these days. Or Jo.

My grandmothers' names were Ethel and Gertie. you don't hear either of those much anymore. My mother in law's name was Gay. That one has kind of faded away, too.