Oh, this one is easy for me! My grandmother named my mother Armorita Nell. The family story is that she was inspired by the name of a product in the grocery store (an aunt told me it was Armour baking soda!) I recently did a search and found that there was a facial soap manufactured and sold by the Armour Company during the time my grandmother was expecting in the 1930s and it was called "Armorita" so that is more likely the product which inspired my grandmother. My mother's sister couldn't pronounce Armorita so my mother became "Bebe" (the way my aunt said "baby") and was called that the rest of her life. When I was born, my mother gave me her first name but I was never called by that name, but by my middle name. On the first day of school, teachers who didn't know would call me Armorita. On hearing my name, the other children would tease me, calling me "Armadillo." So, for many years, I was not happy about my first name. Over the years since then, I've come to appreciate its uniqueness.