I’m not a fan of the practice of taking a confirmation name. I have “Andrew,” the first apostle and my boyhood parish’s patron. But I didn’t know better in ’72.
The young miss settled on Hildegard. I approve of that.
Confirmation rehearsal tonight, after a long day’s drive back from Kansas City. Big thumbs-up assessment from the cardiologist. We were only in the clinic for an hour today. These good reports are always a relief. Though I’ve grown accustomed to having a daughter who, despite having half a heart, seems healthy as a horse … you never know when the black cloud might blow in.
Meanwhile, I found this coin on wikipedia:
Catholic Sensibility 
Awesome. I took Hildegard, as well. Got some flak in my family because of it, as well. (There’s a habit of taking one of two names, if you’re a woman. My mom was forced to take a name she didn’t want. I took Hildegard, and she was pissed off that I wasn’t forced to take a name I didn’t want. There’s more to the story than that.)