There's always St Anthony of Padua (San Antonio for me) patron saint of things lost and of lost causes!
He never attracted me that much.
Maybe you know the story about the man who fell off a tall building and called out to St Anthony to save him.
A muscular brown arm arrested him in mid flight and a gruff voice demanded, "Which St Anthony?"
And the man replied. "St Anthony of Paduaaaaaaaagh!
Edited at 2016-02-21 11:50 am (UTC)
Joan of Arc's my birth day patron anyway. There'd be those who might say that was apt!
That's nice. I heart St Joan.
She's a strange saint in many ways.
Yeah, the Catholic church doesn't usually canonise people who were burned for heresy.
Nor women who reject their 'expected' role........
It's an interesting paradox, that sometimes the people who know you best are the only ones who *don't* use the familiar form of your name...
Diminuitives are usually affectionate, but they can also be reductive.
Names are interesting. I recently changed my surname, post-divorce, and I decided to take my mother's middle name, which I've never had before but always kind of liked for it's connection with her side of the family - and as a result I now have official documents with three different names, and because it's all a bit new I still occasionally sign myself with my married name, some times without the middle name and some times with my full, current name.
-It also means I now have three completely impossible names for international travel. Søren Markvard Riis... I like it, though. It feels like me.
I have a middle name- John- after my father- with I hardly ever use. I did however- in an act of familial piety- hand it on to my eldest son as his middle name.
Mine is a none-gendered middle name that could also work as a surname - legally my middle name can be considered part of my first name or part of my surname, so it's a bit of a muddle in terms of booking plane tickets and stuff like that... The original meaning of "Markvard" is "field warden" or "border guard" - perhaps a bit of a strange name for a bleeding-heart leftie?
My mother named me Cheryl with a C. The first time I went to a dentist I was in second grade. To show me what the drill would feel like, he used it to carve my initials into my fingernail. Only he put "SH" instead of "CH" because that is how it sounds.
My father told me the "SH" stood for "shit." Then he got mad when I cried.
I have adopted Saint Anthony, patron saint of lost causes, as my personal patron saint. It seems like destiny.
Your father sounds like a piece of work.
Cheryl is pretty.
He took delight in tormenting his children. It was the way he amused himself.
He had hard hearted, unkind parents, and instead of making sure his own children never felt the way he did as a child, he took advantage of our weakness to feel powerful.
As an adult, I feel sorry for him. As a child, I hated and feared him. He has been dead for 20 years now. I still dream about him from time to time; often I am a child and he is being cruel.