Sally

Comment left Sep 15, 2008: "My names Sally. i hate it (: no one else has it x" (Report as inappropriate)

Comment left Aug 27, 2008: "I know of a girl called Sally. I always see her from a distance, a beauty to behold. She goes to my sister school yet we've only talked once. Right now one of her legs are 'crippled'" (Report as inappropriate)

Comment left Jul 15, 2008: "Good day, Dan. You do not know me, but I would like to share a story about the impact your mother, Sally Black Wire Juarez, had on my father, and through him, on me. In the early 1940ęs, your mother lived in the Montclair neighborhood of North Quincy, MA, directly across the street from my father, Stanley H. Scott. Stanley was the youngest son of Olive and Harold Scott and his oldest sister was Doris, then came Robert, Harold Jr. (aka ęJewnyahę as the family spelled it) and finally Stan, in 2 year intervals. Their father owned and ran the local mom nę pop corner store right down the street. My father was in the same grade as your mother at North Quincy High School, and in fact they graduated together in 1942. They never dated, or even really chummed around in the same group, but my father always remembered Sally. After serving in the war, my father met and married my mother, Anita, in 1952. They went on to have 4 children: Donald 1954, Stan Jr 1955, Donna 1955 and last but not least me, in 1959. My name is Sally. When I was about 10 years old, while reminiscing about growing up during the depression my father mentioned that he named me after a girl he once knew, and that she was vivacious and beautiful and that is what he wanted for me. As you can imagine, at the time I was horrified and gasped at my mother that she would allow dad to name me after an old girlfriend. She just laughed and rolled her eyes. Now my father is 83. His siblings are all gone and after more than 52 years together, my mother passed 2 years ago. Dad lives with me. A few days ago we took a ride through North Quincy (which is still quite local for us), past the high school, past where his fathers store had been and then down the street that both he and your mother lived. He again told me the story, about how your mother was a cheerleader, and always had a smile on her face. How she was beautiful and friendly and had a zest for life. For the first time, he mentioned her last name: Black. I always wanted to meet this woman that made such an impression on a 17-18 year old boy that when he was a 35 year old man he still was so moved by her that he would name his youngest daughter after her. I looked in one of his high school reunion booklets that he kept from 1967 and there she was listed, complete with an update with her last name, childrenęs names and where she lived then. An internet search returned her obituary from late last year. I am sorry for your loss and it is clear from the write-up that she continued to enjoy an abundance of life and love for many, many years with the same joy that my father remembers. So, although it is too late for me to meet her, I wanted to let you know that I carry her name proudly, and I will be grateful if I have just a smidgen of the glitter of life that was in her heart and eyes that my father remembers so well. Warmly, Sally" (Report as inappropriate)

Comment left Jul 15, 2008: "Good day, Dan. You do not know me, but I would like to share a story about the impact your mother, Sally Black Wire Juarez, had on my father, and through him, on me. In the early 1940ęs, your mother lived in the Montclair neighborhood of North Quincy, MA, directly across the street from my father, Stanley H. Scott. Stanley was the youngest son of Olive and Harold Scott and his oldest sister was Doris, then came Robert, Harold Jr. (aka ęJewnyahę as the family spelled it) and finally Stan, in 2 year intervals. Their father owned and ran the local mom nę pop corner store right down the street. My father was in the same grade as your mother at North Quincy High School, and in fact they graduated together in 1942. They never dated, or even really chummed around in the same group, but my father always remembered Sally. After serving in the war, my father met and married my mother, Anita, in 1952. They went on to have 4 children: Donald 1954, Stan Jr 1955, Donna 1955 and last but not least me, in 1959. My name is Sally. When I was about 10 years old, while reminiscing about growing up during the depression my father mentioned that he named me after a girl he once knew, and that she was vivacious and beautiful and that is what he wanted for me. As you can imagine, at the time I was horrified and gasped at my mother that she would allow dad to name me after an old girlfriend. She just laughed and rolled her eyes. Now my father is 83. His siblings are all gone and after more than 52 years together, my mother passed 2 years ago. Dad lives with me. A few days ago we took a ride through North Quincy (which is still quite local for us), past the high school, past where his fathers store had been and then down the street that both he and your mother lived. He again told me the story, about how your mother was a cheerleader, and always had a smile on her face. How she was beautiful and friendly and had a zest for life. For the first time, he mentioned her last name: Black. I always wanted to meet this woman that made such an impression on a 17-18 year old boy that when he was a 35 year old man he still was so moved by her that he would name his youngest daughter after her. I looked in one of his high school reunion booklets that he kept from 1967 and there she was listed, complete with an update with her last name, childrenęs names and where she lived then. An internet search returned her obituary from late last year. I am sorry for your loss and it is clear from the write-up that she continued to enjoy an abundance of life and love for many, many years with the same joy that my father remembers. So, although it is too late for me to meet her, I wanted to let you know that I carry her name proudly, and I will be grateful if I have just a smidgen of the glitter of life that was in her heart and eyes that my father remembers so well. Warmly, Sally" (Report as inappropriate)

Comment left Jul 09, 2008: "I love my name because when somebody says the name Sally at my school I know they're talking about me. :)" (Report as inappropriate)

Comment left Mar 22, 2008: "I love my name as Sally :) guys find it cute and sexy, and i think its really sweet. I love being called Sal, it just makes me feel happy and it sounds friendly :D" (Report as inappropriate)

Comment left Jun 20, 2007: "I grew up knowing one other Sally in the S.F. Bay Area. I now live in the Foothills to the Sierra (Grass Valley, CA) and while at a Bakery there were five of us Sallys out of 12 people in the establishment. I work with two Sallys on a regular basis. Should I start a club?" (Report as inappropriate)

Comment left Jun 07, 2007: "A cutesy-wutesy silly name for a little girl. Whenever I hear the name, I think of some doinky little girlie-girl in a 1950's "the American dream" sitcom who has blond hair with a giant bow on it and a dress who loves tea-parties and dollies and ponies. I love the name Sally, it seems to bring up the very essence of little girls who live in the USA. But when you become an adult, the name Sally gives off an air of immaturity. Sally is a girl's name, not a woman's name. It's perfect on young females, but makes you sound childish when you are mature. Like naming a greyhound "Puppy", and it grows to become a graceful creature, but with an infantile name. Perhaps you could legally change it when you outgrow it...?" (Report as inappropriate)

Comment left Apr 16, 2007: "Like the song "Mustang Sally", people say "Ride, Sally, Ride....It's a conversation starter.." (Report as inappropriate)

Comment left Jan 19, 2007: "sally is a happy, friendly name. I think it suits me perfectly at any age!" (Report as inappropriate)

Comment left Jan 17, 2007: "i love this name! its the name of my very dearest friend, who has helped me so much, i love her to pieces, as i do the name also!" (Report as inappropriate)