Hope Faye Fawn Zombro Research Paper

On August 8th, 2000, another child was brought into the world. Her name is Hope Faye Fawn Zombro. The name has many stories; most are untold, mainly because she doesn’t speak a lot. She may not say much, but she knows a lot. She’s a very passionate and inspired teen. Art, music, writing, and photography are just a few that she heavily cherishes. She is a dreamer of big things. One day she hopes to open a flower shop, start a YouTube channel, become a professional photographer, paint her first portrait, write her first song, and publish her first novel. She wants to travel the world and eventually move to the United Kingdom. After all these years of keeping these stories bottled, she wants to take this opportunity to tell them.

My first name is Hope. It was so popular with the 17th
century Puritans, that they used it as a unisex name, though it’s mainly feminine. Its origin root was from the Old English word, hopium, meaning “to hope or to cherish” (Campbell). The story of how I got it makes me love it so much more. It was simply my mother’s last hope for a girl.

My middle names are the ones that I love dearly. The first name is Faye. I’ve even considered dropping my first name and changing the spelling to Faie. Its Latin root is fatum, meaning “fate, death.” Faye is the edited English version meaning “fairy.” (Room) I’ve always been a fanatic of space, magic, mythical creatures, etc., so I feel like the name suits me.

My second middle name is Fawn.
It means “young deer.” It comes from the Greek Goddess Fauna, the Goddess of fertility and nature (SheKnows). Being an inspiring photographer, nature is my best friend. I love everything about it. I love the way the seasons change and how different they are. I love the different plants and animals that appear and dissolve through the different climates. I love how each season has something attached to it. Autumn has leaves, fireplaces, hot chocolate, candles, and sweaters. Winter has snow, boots, thick coats, and Christmas. Summer has beaches, shorts, ice cream, summer break, bonfires, and music. Spring has flowers, floral scents, pastel colors, Easter, and light clothes. My mother is truly a genius.

I’m not that fond of my last name, however, I always receive compliments on it. I will agree it’s pretty neat, though. It’s the Swiss German (Switzerland and Germany) variant of Zumbro (Mooseroots). No one can spell it correctly, even though it’s clearly spelled how it sounds. I am part German and I actually speak a minimal amount, so I’m proud of the fact my last name represents that, but I’ve never met one human that has said it right on the first
try.