First names you don't see anymore

My dad had a brother, Dick, who died in 1957. Nobody ever thought a thing of it.
Nobody thought a thing of Mr. Van Dyke, either, for most of the Sixties. It was about 1970 that the name 'Dick' went bad.
I suppose these days I'd go with Rick.

 

Harriett.

Cleo.

Orville.

Wilbur.

 

Just think, in 30 years people will be complaining "how come no more kids have a bunch of random apostrophes in their name like back in my day..now it's all fucking tildes and question marks."

 

Bernice.

 

Beulah

Bertha

Oliver

 

We have a family friend in his 70s named Dick, and in the last couple of years he's decided to introduce himself as Richard. It now feels weird to say either.

I have a friend named Jennifer who is my age -- born in '67 -- and she was one of five Jennifers in her Kindergarten class.

 

O.J.

 

X'Zavier.

 

Both of my grandfathers were named after Woodrow Wilson. (Paternal was named Woodrow, Maternal's middle name was Wilson.)

And y'all have named off almost all of my grandparents and great-aunts/uncles: Ruby, Ethel, Beatrice, Mildred, Lorraine, Ethel.

Some I'll add: Howard. Ellen. Clara. Edith. Harold. Bessie. Theodore.

 

Dorcas was the name of a child accused of practicing witchcraft in Salem.
It still has some traction in New England; said to be a (literally) corrupted version of Dorothy.
I am trying to think of other region-specific arcane first names- when Fart was in the Carolinas I remember an inordinate amount of Zebs.

 

I worked with a guy named Billy Bob once. His given name was Kim. Total loser.

 

My mom's given name at birth was Bertha, but she changed to Betty. My grandparents were Morris and Fanny.

I have a sister named Deborah. My middle name is Joy. Amy Joy, the most disgustingly saccharine sweet name ever. I hate it. I wish my mom had named me Deborah, even if it meant two Deborahs in the family.

My dad wanted to name me Abigail. That would have been better than Amy Joy.