Christie's It!
Five “fun and interesting” (you be the real judge) about me:
1. Family lore had it that we were related to the famous “Hoosier Poet” James Whitcomb Riley (pictured). Over many get togethers and holiday meals this piece of ancestral trivia was trotted out and he was credited with conferring upon me my interest in writing. Then, my aunt became interested in genealogy and to our dismay discovered we are not related to Riley. However, we are descended from a man registered with the first name of “Punkin.”
2. I knew my husband and I were made for each other when we discovered that both of our mothers had refinished the family pianos in antique green. Don’t you think we have to be the only couple in the universe with green pianos in the family? Lucky for us, we have our very own (non-green) piano and so are able to graciously turn down the offer of taking over one of theirs at some future date.
3. My maiden name consists of three simple letters, but it was the bane of my growing-up years. Though many friends have kept their own surnames when they married, or at least use them as a middle name, I was ecstatic to wave mine buh-bye for good (sorry, Dad). But you can’t know the pain of sitting through years of roll being called, knowing that there’ll be the pause, the squint, the mangled pronunciation and then the surprise when the short caucasian girl answered “here,” to however they decided to say “Yeo.” Yup. That is my maiden name. It’s Welsh. It’s weird. Of course, my mother didn’t have a say in taking on her husband’s name (choosing not to wasn’t done in her time), but I have to admit she was probably happy to become a Yeo after spending her childhood with the last name of…Beaver.
4. One of my very best friends from high school is the current governor of Michigan, Jennifer Granholm. She was just re-elected Tuesday night! I visited her at the “Governor’s Summer Residence” on Mackinac Island and now hope for a repeat. Sophomore year, I was assigned “New Girl,” and asked to show her around on the first day of school. As she was blonde and incredibly beautiful I should have hated her on sight. Not so! She was warm and fun and smart and hasn’t changed in any of that over the years.
5. I’m on pins and needles about Kate’s Monday announcement regarding the Amercan Title II contest. (Does that count as fun and interesting about me?) Well, anyway, I am. So I’m stretching across the weekend and tagging Kate. You’re it! Tell us five things fast and then all about the contest.
9 Comments:
Yeo, huh? I must say, it does sound quite technological. Like the latest Ipod-type equipment.
I always wanted to know a governor. Wanted a tour of a governor's mansion. Especially that old ruin in Sacramento. Someday,I want to go through that one...
Now, Christie. You know you need a green piano. (not) When I was a kid, my mom decided to get artsy with our piano. She painted it this faux blond color. first, she put on a beige basecoat and then stroked a light brown on top to simulate woodgrain. It was not a successful experiment.
A governor?? Tres Impressed!! =)
Okay Christie, have to confess, I think it'd be more fun to be related to somebody named Punkin!!
So how's that last name pronounced?? Yee Oh?
Loving the green piano story, Christie! You know it was meant to be for you and Surfer Guy.
I've never known of anyone related to someone named Punkin before--cool!
And a governor? Congrats on your friends re-election!
Maureen, it's pronounced "Yo," (yeah, think of all the yo-yos I've heard over the years), as in yeoman on a boat.
Michele: I guess I'm proud then of my Punkin ancestor!
Well, okay. See. I was hearing Ye-Oh. Like Neo or Nano. Yeo as in Yo conjures something completely different....
Well gee, Christie--or shall I call you Punkin? Looks like I'm tagged again! So here we go...
1. As you know, we have the name Beaver in common! That's my maiden name and I grew up hearing my dad's exciting stories about our great ancestor, Chief Shooting Beaver. I can appreciate my father's sense of humor in retrospect, but at the time...not so much.
2. Our name came from the French de Bouvier and we are distantly related to Simone de Bouvier. My ancestors settled in Utah where the "beaver" is considered a noble animal and they chose that name. Now, all this could be a lie because you'll recall my father had quite a sense of, er, humor.
3. Continuing with Beaver tales, at my day job (where I am admired and respected), people are always using the acronym WWBD, whenever a difficult decision needs to be made. That's right, they ask themselves, "What Would Beaver Do?" And they always do the right thing.
4. My grandmother--a Campbell, not a Beaver--was California women's golf champion from the 1920's through the 1940's. She has a golf tournament and a luncheon salad named after her at the Los Angeles Country Club.
5. Mayor Tom Bradley was a guest at my first wedding but for some reason I didn't invite him to the subsequent two.
kate, you busy little Beaver you.
Okay, don't hate me. Please. LOL
Those were terrific. And I mean, really. You should have invited him to all three weddings. I really like Tom and people should be nice to him.
And was it the Campbell salad???
Okay, off to have another glass of red....
Oh yeah, the American Title Contest. I'm glad you asked!
Sadly, two of the ten finalists have been eliminated so now there are eight finalists going into Round Two. I'd tell you who they were, but then I'd have to tie you up with duct tape so you wouldn't tell anyone because it's a big fat secret!
Have you ever tried to get duct tape sticky stuff off your clothes? What a mess.
I can tell you that in Round Two, you'll be voting for the best description of the Hero and Heroine. Don't ask me anything else! And don't tickle me either. I always spill the beans when anyone tickles me.
Just show up at Deadline Diaries first thing Monday morning and all will be revealed!!!!!
LOL Chris! Busy beaver....I get it!
Yes, Mr. Mayor was a lovely man. And his wife always had the best seats at Dodger stadium.
It's the Doreen Campbell salad, similar to a Waldorf salad. Weird, because she wasn't much of a salad eater. All things considered, they should've named a martini after her.
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