What To Know About My Name?

A lot of you probably want to know about my name. It is not just a unique way to get a URL for this blog. It is my real name. My mother did name me Karasel.

It is an unusual name, I admit. But there is a lot to this name than what you know.

What does Karasel mean?

To give you a bit of a background, it was my mother who gave me the name. According to her, my name means “musical” and it is of American origin.

No, she is not American. Like me, she has lived most of her life in Manchester. However, her mother is from the US. When my grandmother was still young, she came to Manchester for a musical competition. She was a very good singer. To make a long story short, she met my grandfather during her brief stay here and it was love at first sight. They did not stay together since my grandmother had to finish her studies in America. But from what my mother told me, my grandfather and grandmother kept on writing letters to each other. And soon after she graduated, she threw all caution to the wind and moved to Manchester to marry my grandfather.

My grandmother passed away after my mother was borne. She was the youngest of 5 children. It was said that my mother looked exactly like her. When my mother had me, she knew she had to pay tribute to the wonderful woman that, unfortunately, she grew up without. My grandfather loved my grandmother so much that he made sure my mother grew to love her despite not really knowing her.

Since my grandmother was an American and can sing so well, the name Karasel seemed like the best name for me. My middle name is Grace – which is actually the name of my grandmother. As you may have guessed, my name literally means “musical grace”.

How my name defined my life

When I found out the story about my name, I actually cried. I remember that I never really liked it. After all, it is a rare name. While I was in school, kids used to laugh at my name – saying how weird it was. For a time, I was embarrassed.

But as soon as my mother told me the story of my name, that shame turned into pride. I would tell people about why my mother gave me the name of Karasel. It makes me proud that I was named after an amazing woman. She was so great that my mother was able to love her and leave her mark on her despite not being with her. It still gives me goosebumps thinking about it.

Now that you know this story about my name, what do you think about it? Do you have the same story about yours?