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HelpRe: Karlene and Carlene
in reply to a message by Paula Puddephatt
It's not bad but it seems a bit 50s, maybe because I immediately want to put it in a group with Darlene and Maureen. Carlene looks better to me. I do think it is a bit country-ish but that's not necessarily a bad thing, it depends on what you like. But when I imagine a Carlene I see her in the countryside and not in New York, it's just not a very urban name if that makes sense. Jolene seems to be making a comeback and I do think that -een and -ene names will come back into style soon, especially Maxine, Jolene and Marlene. There is also Kalina if you like similar names.
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I like names with the "een / ene / ine" suffix i.e. (ei?) Eileen, and do not have a country association to it, however I've never heard any country (as in Country & Western?) song about it.
I am quite indifferent to spelling--so I thoroughly believe that these factors should be determined by the name giver or named individual - and it is always best when the parents help the child like the name - and amend it to the style of the child's preference.
I am quite indifferent to spelling--so I thoroughly believe that these factors should be determined by the name giver or named individual - and it is always best when the parents help the child like the name - and amend it to the style of the child's preference.
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I actually really like Eileen, and could see it coming back into style, at some point.
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I love Eileen - and while young I had a crush on one-throughout my entire eighth grade year.
"She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?" Twelfth Night
"She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?" Twelfth Night
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