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.
Love,
MOV
MOV
