My name is Donna Lee. I was told it could have been a compound name like Mary Jane or Betty Lou. My Grandparents had two daughters and they were Betty Jane (my Mother) and Mary Ellen (my Aunt). My Mother did shorten hers and call herself “Betty” most of her life.
I was named Donna (a good old 1950’s name) because no one else in the family had the name at the time. My Mom was determined to name her children something different (not something that everyone else was using). My brother (8 years older) was named David, and after she had him, other relatives named their sons David, too. She wasn’t too happy about that.
She had briefly toyed around with the idea of calling me Donna Marie, but she thought that sounded “too Spanish”. I don’t know. I always thought Donna Marie was pretty and had more character than Donna Lee. Now that I look up the meaning of Marie, I see that it means “bitter”. Maybe I’m glad I didn’t get that name after all!
Donna means “lady”, and Lee means “meadow or wood”. I guess that means I am the “lady of the wood” or “lady of the meadow”. I think that sounds nice and it is kind-of poetic. I do think it suits me because I am such a lover of plants and wildlife. Funny how that worked out.
My sons are Matthew Charles (Charles was my Father’s name), and Alexander Edward (Edward was Hubby’s Father’s name). Matthew means “gift of the Lord”, and Charles means “manly”. Alexander means “defender of men”, and Edward means “guardian”. I think my sons’ names suit them, too. I never thought I would ever marry and have children so Matthew was a “gift”. Alexander has had a tough road so far, and I think his strong names will carry him far.