It's Helene, actually
14 October 2013
My wonderful folks, in their infinite wisdom, decided to
bless me with a family name. And to be
honest, as a teenager, I thought that this was yet another testament to how
lame and old fashioned they were. Move
with the times people! Move with the
times! I mean, jeez! Couldn’t they at least give me something
modern? Perhaps a combo of their
names…. Nah, was never really keen on
that idea either. But had they given it
just a little bit of thought, they could’ve given me a place names (just
imagine it – Bloemfontein – perhaps I’m better off), nature names (Down-Wind,
or Pebble), etc. But no!!! I had to be lumped with a family name. Blegh!
Talk about being unoriginal!
Still eventually I outgrew my
teenage horridness. Thank heavens! And have subsequently become rather fond of
my name. Especially as I happen to be
named after my most amazing, inspiring, unique and super special
grandmother. As you can tell – I like
her. A LOT! In addition she also didn’t just randomly get
her name. There’s a delightful story and
history to it all. My name wasn’t just
plucked from a hat or a book. It has
meaning and sentimental value, which I absolutely appreciate. And am so grateful for.
In addition, my name is rather
uncommon. Which is also a marvellous
bonus. Chances are people will remember
your name if it’s just a little bit different.
When my darling eldest child was born, we were absolutely in love with
the name Luke. So different, we
thought. So unusual, we thought. Not many of them around, we thought.
Clearly we thought wrong. By the time he was four, in his little
Playschool alone, there were five variations of Luke. And there were only about twelve boys in this
little school. Some were spelt exactly
the same. Some slightly different. Still the basic name remained. And this trend has not varied much, his whole
school career through. And as such, he
is most often known by the double-barrelled combination of his name and our
surname all in one. Put together, and
said really fast, Luke Cloete is quite a tongue twister, and often comes out as
Lukeloete.
However, there is a bit of a
downside to my most fabulous name.
People have an inherent inability to pronounce it. Maybe this is partly due to the fact that the
name is rather uncommon and so people don’t hear it often. Nor do they have a need to say it. It’s also not like there are any famous
people with the same name, or people in the public eye, where you would
naturally become more familiar to the sound of it at least. Personally, I don’t think it’s all that
difficult. But perhaps that is just
because I am so accustomed to it.
Perhaps a part of the problem, is
the spelling. And believe you me, I
think I’ve seen them all. People tend to
overcomplicate my name when they have to write it down, adding accents, any
which way you like, to any of the three “e’s” that they can. Sometimes even to all of them. In my time, I’ve seen Helen, Heleen, Helena,
Elene, Elena, Helleen, Hélène, Héléna, Hellene, Elaine, Heléne, Helène,
Helaina, etc. I can actually go on and
on.
Now nicknames are an entirely
different matter altogether. As they are
not meant to sound like the actual name.
They are intended to be variations and are usually diminutive words. Derivatives of sorts of the original
name. And as such, I have two. Throughout most of my school career, everyone
called me Lientjie. Old school friends
still call me this and some new friends do so too. I don’t mind this at all. Another nickname, born of an initial
inability to pronounce my name, was “H”, as in the initial. And this one I absolutely loved. It was also a prevalent name for me, during a
portion of my youth. In between
finishing varsity and starting with my first real job. In my mind it remains a part of golden
halcyon days. When life was
uncomplicated and not cluttered with responsibilities. And as such, I happen to like both of my
nicknames. And I don’t mind being called either.
However, upon meeting new people,
I would always give them my proper name, Helene. And usually within the time it takes them to
hear my name from my lips and for them to repeat it back from theirs, they are
quite often able to annihilate it all together.
And so I have thought of a little
system of sorts:
It’s Helene. As in “he”
(man) –“leans” (against
something). But no there’s no “s” at the
end. Actually you know what, it rhymes
with margarine. Also Vaseline.
But it’s really okay, just call
me whatever you feel like. As long as
you call me.
I also answer to “Beautiful”
(he-he-he), “Skinny” (as if) and “Gawjus”.
And then there's little cousins that called you Hien!
ReplyDeleteI love your name too!
Love your name and its history! I think it suits you perfectly and I am very happy we decided to stick to family names!
ReplyDeleteMy Helene friend in Tulbagh is delighted and surprised that I pronounce her name correctly!
I love the expression on Daddy's face, holding you in that middle pic. He loved his little babies unusually much for a boy child!