Friday, June 2, 2017
My name is....
Early in life I realized my name, Cecilia, was different. Actually it was kind of hard for me and all I met to pronounce and spell. Eventually I conquered it but others did not.
All 12 years of school I had a friend whose name was Celia.
Many years we were in the same class. The teachers called us both Celia.
I tried to correct them a few times but being shy (yes I WAS shy but not any more) I finally gave up.
I answered to Celia.
My entire life I have had to defend the spelling and pronunciation of my name, Cecilia not Celia.
I was also called Cynthia and Celeste.
In junior high school, I came out of my shell. I was no longer going to answer to anything I was called
I started saying my name is
CECILIA and it is spelled with 2 i's not 2 e's
I once worked with an older man who called me Petunia. He said it was easier to remember than Cecilia.
Years ago, I worked with a woman who was a bit of a know it all. Once she was in charge of setting
up a pretty important meeting. She sent out emails to all administrative assistants asking them to
send her our boss's schedules. About mid afternoon I received a rather snippy phone call from her
asking why I had not replied. I told her I had not received an email. I suggested per chance she had my address wrong. She repeated it. I said yes that is the correct email address, but I bet you misspelled my name. She assured me she knew how to spell it....Cecelia.
I said no that is not correct. She actually debated with me on the spelling of my name.
In a bit of a huff she agreed to send it again as she said, 'the way YOU spell it.
I received it immediately and I also had to chuckle.
Though the years Cecilia has become quite a common name. In the late 1960's Simon and Garfunkel wrote a song about Cecilia. I often see the name in novels, TV shows and now in my very favorite
Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn.
I guess Cecilia is no longer an oddity.
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