I suppose I was given that name because I was born in August, and the peridot is the gem for that month.
Peridot is also called "the poor mans emerald". I always laugh to myself when that thought crosses my mind.
My mother always told me I was an unexpected surprise. She was 48 years old at the time of my birth and had been a widow for many years. My father was an Apache, a long way from home, who helped my mother in her photography studio for awhile. He was only trying to earn enough money to return home to his people in Arizona. I like to think they found brief comfort with each other in their loneliness. It was a couple months after he had left that my mother discovered that I was to make my arrival. She told me the first thing she did was laugh. Happily.
Now, Georgia is a long way from Arizona. My mother never heard from my father and never tried to look for him. She was planning a life for two only: herself and the child to come. Me. She already estimated my birth to be in August. My father had told her about the Peridot mines in Arizona where he had worked for a time. My mother told me I was her gem. So.........I already had a name waiting for me before I was born. Whether I was a girl-child, or a boy-child , my name was to be Peridot.
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I started my fictional story as an invitation. This is a thread to create your own character and a little story about that character. You make up the name, the place, the circumstance, the time, what your character is like., and what happens to your character. Maybe this is someone you have known, or someone you wish to be. Be creative and have fun with it.
I will be back.
