As you may remember, I was born with a terrible name that inspired comments from adults and teasing from the mean little people at my elementary school before I changed it.
No, I will not tell you what it was. It’s too heinous.
After yesterday’s post, I replied to Fred‘s comment asking what name he had planned if he had had a girl: Alice St. Eve. Beautiful.
And happily, it reminded me of a story.
One of my many aunts was set to deliver long enough into my childhood to be wary of names that fueled mean little elementary-school people. (Likely my troubles weren’t on her mind at all, but this is my blog and I can’t pass up the opportunity to make everything about me.)
She was having a girl. On arrival, my aunt announced she had found a name that was lovely and tease-free: Summer Eve.
Guess what product was introduced on store shelves a week later.
Tags: 1972
January 7, 2010 at 11:33 pm
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