[Facts] Re: Need help remembering a name
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The name is "Millicent" and I'm ASTOUNDED it's not on here. In its nickname form "Millie", it was even the name of Geo. and Barbara Bush's dog!
One site I found sez it's French and means "of a thousand saints".
HEY, MR. MIKE! YA GOTTA ADD THIS ONE!
One site I found sez it's French and means "of a thousand saints".
HEY, MR. MIKE! YA GOTTA ADD THIS ONE!
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Hi,
I was wondering how you pronounce your name, Davidh.
Thanks,
Andrea
I was wondering how you pronounce your name, Davidh.
Thanks,
Andrea
Technically it's very similar to "davey" but in the area of eastern Scotland my family came from, my grandfather said it was more often pronounced "day-vit" (with the "t" sound, not a "d").
When I was growing up, hearing "davey" meant all was cool, while
"day-vit" meant either trouble or it was my grandfather talking. However, the second version fits a middle-aged guy better, in my opinion. I also answer to Dave, which I use at work.
When I was growing up, hearing "davey" meant all was cool, while
"day-vit" meant either trouble or it was my grandfather talking. However, the second version fits a middle-aged guy better, in my opinion. I also answer to Dave, which I use at work.
Thank you, Daividh
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Cool! You're from Scotland? So am I!
Actually, I was born here altho my dad was still a Brit citizen (from Dundee)and mom was a (naturalized) Irish lass. I still have a lot of relatives (aunts, uncles, cousins) in both Angus and Fife.
We lived in a comfortingly blue-collar 3-generation Celtic household when I was younger, filled with thick accents, running family feuds, and the stink of blood sausage. Life was good.
We lived in a comfortingly blue-collar 3-generation Celtic household when I was younger, filled with thick accents, running family feuds, and the stink of blood sausage. Life was good.
That was before my dad's career-enhancing move away from our cultural base when I was 10. Almost overnight, we became transformed into Average Americans (aka Beaver Cleaverdom). How my parents carried off this masquerade, I'll never figure out.
Thanks very much, Davidh.