I was replying to a blog and noticed the word verification was ....inest. I am tired and I read it as incest. Of course when I took a second look I realized what I had done. But it got me thinking. Not about incest, but about words and how just one letter can change the meaning so dramatically.
For instance take the word 'important'...... remove the 'r' and you have impotent. Stranger than that is that there is a whole generation of folks in the south who pronounce without the 'r' and don't change the meaning. I'm thinking it would important not to be impotent to most men.
Reminds me of some of my mother's relatives and the names they bestowed upon their children. Their was an aunt named Bede and I am not even sure I spelled that right. She named one of her daughters Euretha. Not sure of that spelling either, but put another 'r' and you have a body part. Even as a small child I pondered these names and what could possibly have motivated some one to give that name to her child. I wonder if maybe she actually had another name in mind that held special meaning and the name was simply mispronounced and misspelled. I guess if she was looking for a unique name that no one else would have, she found it.
This was the deep south and any name that ended in 'a' was usually pronounced 'er'. My grandmother's name was Eva, but anytime I heard someone call her by her first name it sounded like 'eaver'. I can't remember how old I was when I realized her name was Eva and that my sister shared that name with her.
Another common practice in the south was to use both first and middle name to address some people. I had a friend whose name was Virginia Elizabeth, but was known as Jennebeth. I had always thought her first name was Jennifer---based on the spelling of the name she used, but found out different when I asked. I think maybe she chose the spelling herself, because the pronunciation used was 'Ginnybeth'. I liked this name and considered giving one of my daughters names I could combine into a different name, but didn't. They will no doubt thank me for this.
I must be really tired tonight as I sit here and ponder the absurdities of names. I have finally put away all of the kitchen supplies and dishes that were in the cabinets I deconstructed and rebuilt. I am feeling quite accomplished knowing that I did it all by myself. The saw I used had a bad blade on it. I already have my own drill and now I think I want my own saw. I take better care of my tools than love of my life does. Time to go and rest my weary bones..........