Words by Leo Robin, music by Richard A. Whiting, sung by Maurice Chevalier
Every little breeze seems to whisper “Louise.” Birds in the trees seem to twitter “Louise.”
I hated that name most of my life in the worst way. I was told I was named after an old girlfriend of my fathers, and didn’t much like that. I tried to change it once. I had the name all lined up but couldn’t afford the government fee so I let it go, sorta.
I also new that the name Louise meant – The Warrior. I did not want to be a warrior. It had connotations that spoke to something or someone I didn’t own. If I did I would have joined the army.
I own my name now because I am finding my voice. Changing it, or wanting to, didn’t change who I am. Oh, and incidentally my friends call me Sam. I like being called Sam, but now I don’t recoil when someone calls me “Louise”.