Imagine if your name was Bob Smith. Or Max Brown. Or Andy Ford (hi Andy!).
Lucy Jones (hi Luce!).
You might never have to spell your name out for anyone. All those painstaking encounters on the end of a buzzing phone line saying “M for Mary… no Mmmmmmary. No, my name’s Maxabella not Mary, but it starts with M… EEEMMM…” – gone.
My full name is Bronwyn. The most common way to spell it is apparently “Browin”. Although Bronwyn is pronounced with a soft ‘wyn’ sound, I get why it comes back as ‘win’. But I have no idea why the ‘n’ (for Nelly) is always left out.
“B-R-O-N-W-Y-N. That’s Y for Yellow,” I say. And the envelope comes back address to “Brywin”.
After more than 30 years of receiving mail addressed to Browin and Brywin, I don’t know why it still bothers me. Should I just accept that I’m Browin and move along?
It makes me wonder why anyone ever chooses a ‘unique’ spelling for their child’s name. How the Madysons, Kylees, Christofers, Brieannas, Tyms (hi Tym!) and Izabhels of the world must suffer. “No, that’s I for Igloo, Z for Zebra, A for Apple, B for Ball…”
Even then, I bet they leave out the ‘B for Ball’ all the time, don’t they, Izahel?
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