My name means everything to me

My name is not Melanie or Mel but Mel-po-mene, spelt Melpomene, but not pronounced meanie or men-e but as meni as in how many? It’s ancient Greek, you know, for (cue dramatic music and thunderclaps!)… Muse of Tragedy!

It’s the name of one of the nine daughters (muses) of Zeus, King of Gods and the Goddess of memory, Mnemosyne. Each daughter represents an art form and it is believed they inspire artists to create works of art.

Melpomene inspires tragic art in literature and song. Melpomene is depicted in Ancient Greek Mythology as holding a tragic mask from the masks of Drama. Comedy is the other mask held by my muse sister Thalia. Then there’s Calliope- Epic Poetry; Clio-History; Erato-Love Poetry; Euterpe-Lyric Poetry; Polyhymnia-Sacred Poetry; Terpischore-Choral Dance & Song and Urania-Astronomy. Phew! That’s a big fat Greek family! And a lot of baggage to deal with.

O.My.God! Why did my parents name me after a tragic figure? My mind screamed these questions over and over again when as a teen I discovered my true name as revealed on my birth certificate. What the hell were they thinking? What did it mean? Was I destined to have a tragic life? Did it portend a messy end like Juliet, Tess, ,Catherine, Anna Karenina, Madame Bovary had in all those tragic novels I read and loved? Was my name my destiny? Could I escape my fate? Would it become a defining namesake?

As it turns out I was named after my paternal Grandmother and this ancient greek mythological name was quite common in her day. Phew! That was a relief. Now I could just get on being a modern day Muse;  inspiring people to write tragedies including myself as I write my romantic tragedy novel based on mermyths.

When my Dad took me to Primary school to enroll me the office lady squawked, “What? Mela-po-meani-ie? Mepomen? Melinda? Melissa?

No, no, no. That won’t do. Let’s just call her Melly. Short for Melanie. Now, there’s a nice Aussie name.” In the 70’s in Australia you could not be different or too ethnic. You had to assimilate and anglicize your name to be accepted.

And that’s how I became smelly Melly at Primary school which scarred me for life. It crippled my confidence and began my lifelong obsession with perfume. I now own 65 perfumes and 20 body lotions, potions, soaps and scented oils. Some would say I have an OCD fixation with perfume and that I’m world’s biggest Perfumista! I accept that title and revel in the sweet smell of success. Imagine my horror when kids chanted , “Smelly Melly, smelly Melly!” I was mortified and deeply traumatized. Why are kids so cruel? I didn’t smell. I showered everyday, so why this bullying? I realised later that every kid has this innate desire to rhyme and chant and sing so really, what else could they call me?

Later I would watch that cult classic Hollywood film, “Gone With The Wind” and smile serenely as the sweet, innocent, angelic Miss Melanie, affectionately known as Miss Melly by even her black slaves could do no wrong and validated my name and erased the shame of smelly Melly and was replaced with the respectable title of that saint, Miss Melly! I beamed with a beatific glow and held my head up high.

In my teens I outgrew Melly to become Melanie again but then the smile was wiped off my face when I looked that name up in a baby name book and discovered a dark , shameful secret. Melanie was a Greek name in origin (surprise, surprise!) which meant….da da da ta… Black, Darkness and dressed in Black! How dramatic and spooky and ominous sounding. Little did I know then that it would get worse when I discovered my real full name which was definitely more black, dark and dramatic. Hell, I even wore so much black in my early twenties when I studied Drama that students would call me a Goth and more recently Emo. Even now I get asked if I’m going to a funeral or why I don’t wear colour. It seems I could not escape the Drama of my name.

Nowadays, I wear my Melania, my darkness, my blackness, my tragic mask as a costume that enables me to play a part that is a huge part of me, a very important part that defines me, my family, my rich cultural heritage and the mythology of my life.

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6 Responses to My name means everything to me

  1. Poppy says:

    Poor you. My name got changed too, and I changed it back. I think it is important reclaim your heritage.

  2. Sarah says:

    Ohhhhhhhh I feel like I knuw a whole new side of you, this is cherished writing….

  3. Becca says:

    I completely feel you. I hated being Rebecca for so long. And Becky even more as a preteen. When I found out my name meant “to be bound” I bucked against that like mad. Nothing worse than telling an independent redheaded girl that her name means to be attached to someone else and to serve.
    Later I did some research and it also means “Happy” or “Gleeful” and I think I like that also. Rebecca was also the selfless mother of Esau and Jacob and the wife of Abraham. She was a fierce fighter and a loyal teammate and partner, so it’s not so bad afterall. It did take a long long time to be okay with my name. Now I love being a Becca :)

  4. Melpomene says:

    It’s amazing how much our names define, guide and affect us throughout our lives. Thanks for sharing that Beeca. I love your name. It speaks warmth and compassion and passion for life!

  5. Melpomene (nee Lymbouras) Simpson says:

    Muse / retired teacher / writer and bad poet!

    OMG You have a very similar background to me! I, though, was called Melbo at school….and Mable by neighbours and Dame Nellie Melba too….Smelly or Melbottom is what my best friend…who is still my best friend…called me and still does. My English cousin still calls me melbow….in a Northern accent!
    When I was single and teaching performing arts in a school, the kids would come to the staffroom door to find me and could never pronounce my name…”Is Miss Limb…is Miss limbostros….is the drama teacher there?” They never could find out my first name.
    When I married and moved North I had got so fed up with the long name and mis-pronounciations….and as my married name had become Simpson….it was easier to be called Mel.
    This created a bit of a mystery around my name and students (I taught in a College) all tried to guess my full name and were fascinated when they found out.
    I acquired my name from my paternal grandmother along with 2 other cousins, but all have shortened theirs to Melbo.
    I wear mostly black / retired from performing arts / but my family originated in Cyprus

  6. Melpomene says:

    Hi Melpomene!
    What a wonderfully serendipitous encounter! Great story and sooo similar it’s eerie.
    I can’t believe there’s another one like me out there. I’ve only ever known one other Melpo from my village.

    I’ve heard of Melpo or Meni as abbreviations but not Melbow!

    How did you find this blog? Where are you living now?

    Thank you for taking the time to introduce yourself and share your story.


    Melpomene :)

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