whats in a Name...

Once upon a boring day,  all achey and depressed I Looked up my name in this book about Names....Russell......You should try this sometime lol....The book only reference to the name Russell , was Rush, Rushing and Russler as in cattle russler...Now don't quote me on this, but my middle name is Earl.. That book had some pretty fancy explainin to do about Earl, as it is a title in some countries, like England I think,  and i think of the song Duke of Earl.....So far Im a cattler russleing nobleman lol..... nope not robin hood lol...Now my last name is real difficult, cause my adopted dad was blackfoot, and he told me his family was givin the last name by the government way back when,  and i think he said his forefathers name was like Runnin Deer... I don't have a lot of information about his family...Now on the other side the fence my real dad was a Cook... and he had the      honor of being a Doyle...  and yeah I forget what that was in the book, not a lot i remember... but David... Lots of things in the book about David... and in the scriptures and being of royal blood line. so on and so forth... it was interesting ....See sad part of life for me is I was born Merle Dean Cook... My grandmother and my step-granddad talked me into changing my name and letting grandpa adopt me cause he had raise me and couldn't have no kids of his own... Well I did...I changed my name.... to Russell Earl... dumb_ _ _Not only did I bring greif to my father, I lost a part of myself somewhere in all the bull chit  of my abusive childhood.....I spent my life trying to bring honor to my name.. being honest and trustworthy, keepin my word...Then in 1990, cause I wouldn't divorce my wife like my grandmother, adopted mom, told me too... I was disinherited to the fullest estent of the law...  yepp... grandpa he signed off on this too... my adopted dad... This is a done deal... can't change it...  aint losin no sleep over it... but I have to ask myself sometimes...What ever happen to Merle Dean Cook...It may not be the end of the world, but it is a horrible feeling to live with day after day... you can't forget... and I'm marked the black sheep of the family because of  it just based on my grandmothers word alone....Aint life grand...Think before you do anything like this to your children just because they don't do like ya want em too... don't mean they deserve to be treated this way....A name is important.... it defines who we are.... how we are... we carry it with us all our lifes.....Russell is a fine name.... but not any better than Merle Dean.... russ...

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In gods eyes and by gods laws you are Merle dean Cook.No man can no more remove your blood line name any more than they can change your finger prints.
Thats a nice name Merle Dean Cook.You didnt get lost you are still very much alive and real and here.
God bless ya!
{{{Hugs}}}
Rachel
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Don\'t feel like you were the only one whose parent continually disinheiriting (I don\'t think I can spell tonight, at all) you. My Dad disinheirited, me or so he said, at least 20 times from the time I left home and got married. Every time I opened my mouth and it wasn\'t something he agreed with and I would stand my ground, he would pull that stunt. I can\'t speak for the 5 brothers and 1 sister, but I would find it hard to believe I was the only one he pulled that with. I never asked. He also used to yell and say he built all of what he did for us kids and my response was I would have rather had you around when we were growing up. He did not like that, so once again I got disinheirited. When he passed away in 2000 and the will was read, he had not disinheirited anyone. It\'s not good to keep threatening these kind of things either. And I still would have rather had him around.
Hugs!!!
~~Faye~~
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Yeah that\'s all I ever wanted was just to be loved and approved of I think, notice I didn\'t whine about the 300, thousand in the savings the 150 thousand home, the new car the personal items I\'d of love to had..
Then again the personal damage I suffered, is the constant reliving those horrorable moments over and over all my life... they wont go away, I relive the beatins the cussin\'s and the loneliness I felt as a child... I grew up hating my name... Merle Dean, I was taught to hate it by my grandmothers endless relentless verbal abuse... Then my moms name was Merle also... and grandma taught me to hate her too...
It\'s the PTSD, has something to do with the memories constantly popin up... have the weirdest dreams... filled with hate and anger sometimes... sometimes I\'m just being beat... in my dream that is lol..
I\'d love for this to just go away. Never even think about it again... I don\'t dwell on my Past.... but my past wont let me forget... kinda a bummer ya know...
The real scary part is I feel like somehow Merle Dean was cast into some dark dungeon of my mind.... and I never once accidently wrote my name by mistake... Yet now so many years later... some times I have to stop and think cause I can\'t spell my name Russell... now that is kinda deep... yepp I talk to my therapist about it...okay nuff this lol... I\'ll live just ventin some uncertian feelings of something lol...
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Oh and I\'m sorry you had to go thru that with ya dad too Faye... really..