When you have a name like “Chautona Avants” for your whole childhood, you learn to spell things a little differently. C-h-a-u-t-as-in-Tom-o-n-as-in-Nancy-a A-v-as-in-Victor-a-n-as-in-Nancy-t-as-in-Tom-s.
I swore I’d never get married, but if I did, I was NOT marrying someone with a “V” in their last name. And once more, God laughed.
Makes me wonder… what little quirks come with being John Smith or Mary Jones. I mean, both of those people have to say “N-as-in-Nancy” too. But as crazy as it is to hear, “Chautona… I’ve never heard that before. Is it Indian (no one has ever said “Native American” even after the PC change)?” I think it comes from people once being familiar with the name “Chautauqua.” They are usually amused to learn that my father made it up, that my siblings have equally interesting names (how many people do you know who were named after bicycles and composers with very Germanic last names?). They chuckle when they hear that I was named “after” an apartment building in Bakersfield
Does Mary Jones have to listen to cracks made about unimaginative parents? Does John Smith hear jokes about losing his head or pretense that he is just joking himself?
Names are pretty cool… and yes… I still say it. “H-a-v-as-in-Victor-i-g-as-in-girl.”
Got rid of one of those “as ins.” It was definitely an improvement.