Another one - the story I was told about my name is that when my dad came home from the hospital when I was born there were three little girls playing in the yard and he asked them their names. One girl was named Marilyn. Dad decided he liked that name, but my mother (for reasons she could never explain) spelled it Maralyn on my birth certificate.
***I would be interested if any of you know another Maralyn and how they came to get that spelling for their name.****
Years later in a Toastmasters group, I met a woman named Marilyn who told me she grew up several blocks from the house we were living in at the time we were born and she used to come there to play. We decided that I was named after her and she married to a guy my husband went to school and church with in their Polish community.