What's in a Name? Part II

After writing the previous post, it was suggested to me by a friend that I should give a tutorial on my last name. I think that is a brilliant idea, so I decided to do implement it.

Before I begin, I would like to add in a couple of nicknames that I left out of my previous post. It wouldn’t do to leave it incomplete, so here they are:

Evange: A friend of mine started calling me this and I thought she just hadn’t caught on to the whole Vange thing. However, she purposely left the ‘e’ in front to be different. Not bad. A+ for creativity.

Evan: This is not pronounced the way you would pronounce the boy’s name. It’s a long “ē” sound, making it sound like the beginning of my name with the rest chopped off. Maybe people will start calling me Evan Almighty…(Btw, I never watched that movie)

Eva: This one kinda sounds like an old lady’s name, but I don’t mind it too much.

Okay, now that I’ve exhausted just about every name people can possibly call me, I’d like to take a closer look at the last name of Rupp.

The name Rupp has its roots in German. In fact, my dad is pretty much all German and my mom has some German in her, so I’m mostly German. However I don't speak German. I don't even speak Pennsylvania Dutch for crying out loud.

When people see the name, Rupp, they automatically pronounce it Rŭpp. This is NOT correct.

At least not for my family. There are Rŭpps around, but I am not a Rŭpp. I am a Rupp, pronounced like Roop. It rhymes with loop. Please don’t make up a rap song about my name either. Already had that done…

The way we pronounce it is the German way, and I’d like to keep it that way. Pronouncing it Rŭpp would just not be loyal to our roots. I’m all about loyalty. I mean, I guess.

I think all of us Rupps and Rŭpps come from the same families who settled in this area back in the 1800s. (I’d have to verify that fact with my mom who is the family genealogist, but she’s not here right now, so I’m going with it.) However, some of the Rupps were traitors to the name and switched over to the dark side. Because of this, it gets really confusing who are Rupps and who are Rŭpps. However, I have a little expression that will help you all keep it straight.

“The Rŭpps have all the money, and the Rupps have all the kids.”

In my experience, this has held true. Maybe I should change my name to Rŭpp…

Just kidding

 

Honestly, the only bad thing about my name is spelling it out loud. Go ahead, try.

See what I mean? I’ve started saying “double p” at the end just to get away from that. Moving on…

So, are you ready for this???? Here is my full name and you now know how to pronounce it correctly:

Evangeline Joy Rupp

If you need a whole tutorial on how to pronounce my middle name, I’ve got nothin’ to say to you.

 

You know, my mom had the freedom to give me a long first name because my last name is really short, but what if I marry some guy with a super long last name? (Side note alert: Okay, so me getting married is HIGHLY improbable. If you question that statement, then just read this whole blog. It’ll clear things up for you pretty quickly. I mean, who would want to marry someone who does cartwheels at work and whacks guys in the face with kayak paddles? Exactly.) But all the same, what if I married a guy with the last name Neuenschwander?  

Evangeline Joy Neuenschwander

Wait, is it already 2014?

 

What about Snodgrass?

Evangeline Joy Snodgrass

That girl sounds scary

 

How about Drozdovandropopozgiopanatzakis? This is a real last name and here is the link if you don’t believe me: http://www.gazettetimes.com/news/local/the-man-with-the-long-last-name/article_5c9a63e4-2d01-11e1-a2ab-001871e3ce6c.html

 

Poor Evangeline Drozdovandropopozgiopanatzakis. Three years after the wedding, she was finally able to write her last name without her husband’s help. Ten years later, she was able to pronounce it correctly. Maybe one day, she'll be able to pronounce it with a Russian accent. Who knows?

 

Maybe, I’ll just stick with Rupp. Yea, I like Rupp.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

What's in a Name?

     I have recently joined a small Baptist church, and I love attending there and being part of a church family again. Last January when I left my old church, I didn’t realize how taxing searching for a new church would be, and then how great it would be to finally find one.

     That aside, there are two, very sweet elderly gentlemen who are the greeters for my church. One is named Don Frank and the other is Gene Rettig. That’s all good and fine, but for the life of me, I couldn’t get their names straight. In my mind, Gene was Don and Don Frank was Frank. Don’t ask me how my brain did that, but it did.

     Just about every Sunday, I had to ask them who was who and then I would repeat their names after they said them so that I could remember them. Finally, the day came when I thought I had mastered this small feat in my life. I was walking up to the door at church and I could see Don ready to open the door for me.

     “Don Frank, Don Frank, Don Frank,” I said to myself over and over again as I approached. He opened the door, and I stuck out my hand with a big smile. “Hi, Frank!” I exclaimed and then groaned. Back to the old drawing board…

Lately, I have done a pretty good job of remembering Don and Gene’s names, if I do say so myself. Recently, however, my brain decided that it couldn’t be perfect in all areas, so I found myself calling my Bible study leader Paul, when his name is really Joe Paul.

 

     I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad about messing up other people's names because they mess my name up a lot. With a name like Evangeline, I shouldn’t expect anything else. I might take this brief opportunity to give instructions on pronouncing my name.

Here it is from the dictionary:

Evangeline (ē-văn-jŭ-lĭn) 1. Bringer of glad tidings 2. A fairly cool person of the female gender

 

(Okay, my name really isn’t in the dictionary, so I took the meaning of my name and a pretty accurate description of myself to compile my own definition. Bingo! It will be in the next edition of Webster’s. I just know it.)

Continuing on with the pronunciation of my name, I would like to point out how my name ISN’T pronounced.

It is not Evangelīne. My name does not rhyme with pine or whine. I just need to make that clear.

It is not Evangelēne. The only One I want to lean on is the Lord, and I don’t like lean foods because they don’t taste good, and I used to love to read about Mary and Laura Ingalls who used to live in a lean-to. However, that word is NOT part of my name.

It is not Evangelēna. This is a version that people like to add on to the previous pronunciation. Another variation of this is Evangelica, but only one person has the nerve to call me that, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t read my blog, so I didn’t feel the need to list that separately.

It is not Evangel. That’s a cool variation because evangel is synonymous with evangelist, but that’s still not my name.

It is not Avangeline. Some of my dear friends were quit shocked when I told them they were pronouncing my name wrong after knowing them for about eight years. Oh well…

It is not Vangeline. This variation happens after someone knows me for awhile and gets tired of saying four syllables, so they decide that taking off the first one is easiest.  At least its not the second or third syllable ‘cause that would just be weird.  

Some other mispronunciations of my name include, Evangelista, Evangelotta, Angela, Angelica, and Robert.

My name is Evangeline. (ē-văn-jŭ-lĭn ) I would change the spelling of my name to Evangelynne, but it's too much of a legal hassle. Just kidding. I like the spelling how it is.

To those of you who are sweating bullets because my name is so difficult to pronounce, I have a simple solution for you. I have lots of nicknames!!!!! Whoohoo!

Vange. This is the most commonly used nickname in use for my name. I respond quite readily to this one.

Vangie. I like this one a lot but only a few people use it. A variation of Vangie is Vangie-poo, but only four people call me that, and I’d personally like to keep it that way for obvious reasons.

Vango. This one is unacceptable. I only let my older brother call me that because I can’t get him to stop. The end.

Banjo. See above explanation.

Van. I was called this by one girl, but it kinda made me feel rather large and 15 passengerish.

Lynne. I was called this by one girl, but it never stuck.

Jo. This comes from my middle name of Joy, and fell out of use in my middle teen years.

Angel. A few years ago, I actually realized that this word was in my name. I thought it was cool, but it’s pretty clear why no one calls me that.

 I know that everyone has been on pins and needles waiting for a full pronunciation guide for my name, so I thought I’d end your suspense and give it to you today. You’re welcome.