The truth is, “M-O-V” are the initials of my great-great-great-grandmother once removed on my paternal aunt’s cousin’s side of my mother’s family. Her name was Mildred Orian VanSprakenhausenoyster. I was almost named after her, but at the very last minute, it was determined that it might be bad luck since she had died on the Titanic immediately after having given birth to triplets three days prior. All five of the triplets died. It is not something we talk about in my family. Ever.Until now.
Mildred was quite a woman, having come over to America on the Mayflower and then having fought in the Revolutionary War, dressed as a man. She was one of those people that sets an example for others by fighting for human rights and what is right, and prevailing over wrong when she knows that what she believes is right even if she might be mistaken (which she never was). Also, besides having discovered the cure to the Bubonic Plague (a big problem back then, what with all the rats and everything), she used to date Benjamin Franklin. Just think, she might have been Mildred Orian Franklin.But the relationship was frowned upon by my distant relative Queen Victoria. Alas.
Anyway, the point is, I have been writing this blog for two and half years now, so you deserve to know the truth. I have HUGE respect for my great-great-great-grandmother once removed on my paternal aunt’s cousin’s side of my mother’s family, so that is why I use her initials in my fiction writing.And if some so-called “friend” of mine wants to tell you that MOV stands for “Mistress Of Vodka,” I hope you will know that she is just making it up. Vodka tastes icky. Especially in apple martinis.