Today I was catching up on reading some of the blogs that I follow. This post by Leanne struck a chord, and so this post was born.
My name is Myfanwy. It’s relatively unusual, and I’ve grown to love it. It’s Welsh, and means ‘My fair one’ or ‘My little lovely one’. I’ve always been called by my full name, except by my very closest family, and they are the only ones who are allowed to shorten it!
So, why did the above post have such significance? Well, it brought back so many memories……
Let me just say that my name is easy to pronounce – it’s phonetic. It’s easy to pronounce if you speak Welsh, that is! It has three syllables with the emphasis on the second. MerVANwee. Easy! So why is it that some adults (notice, I didn’t say ‘children’) find it difficult?
Here are just some of the pronunciations and spellings I’ve seen.
The father of my best friend at nursery school was the first person to mispronounce it! He called me Mepanda for the whole of my childhood! Each time he said it, he apologised for the mispronunciation
I’m often called Myfawny, or Myfnawy, or Myfwany. A colleague of my DH used to call me Myfamily, the man over the road insists on saying Nethanwy. Several times I have been called My-fan-why? OK, I can see why that would be, and this is usually by a receptionist who hasn’t met me before. Sometimes people just look and say ‘M… M… M… oh I can’t say that’ and move on to the next person. The last time this happened was in the queue at the local election. I was really angry by his dismissive approach so I retaliated. (This is not normally in my nature). I didn’t move on but stood and held his gaze. He withered a little. I said ‘Can you say Penelope?’ Surprised, he muttered ‘Yes’. (My DH was beside me and I felt his hand on my elbow, hoping he could pass me down the line before I said anything else, after all, the line behind me was lengthening). I responded with ‘That’s very clever. Penelope has got 4 syllables. My name only has 3 so even you should be able to manage that.’ I made him say it 3 times. One of his female colleagues winked at me, and two ladies in the queue applauded.
I met my husband when we worked together. Everyone in the office had a coffee mug with their name written on it – mine finished where it started. As all the letters were capital letters it was impossible to tell which one was the first. He spent the first three weeks trying to work out what my name was – eventually he plucked up the courage to ask. I love my name, it’s been such fun. When I was born it was expected that I would always be brought up in Wales. It didn’t work out like that, and that was when the fun began. There aren’t many of us out there – I’ve only met two others, and one lives around the corner! How many Myfanwy’s do you know? Please leave a comment below.