1. My name is Bredee.
  2. Pronounced Bree-day.
  3. It's my grandmother's maiden name.
  4. Her father was Dutch and emigrated from his homeland in the early 1900s.
  5. His name was Pieter Willem Bredee.
  6. He ended up in Utah, married a Mormon girl named Edda Mae Roberts, and didn't convert. They had two daughters named Joyce and Margaret.
  7. Margaret Yvonne Bredee is my father's mother.
    She goes by Yvonne. I tell her that I'm naming a child Margaret after her which she says is hideous and that I better not.
  8. He divorced Edda Mae. Got back with Edda Mae. Divorced Edda Mae. Married Edda Mae a third and last time. He was converted to Mormonism at the end of his life, a heavy smoker and drinker since childhood, and died leaving his wife and two girls behind.
  9. He never had any sons and the Bredee line ended with Pieter Willem.
  10. My mother, while pregnant with me, decided that Bredee was a beautiful name for a baby girl that would smile and scatter sunshine and was so wished for and wanted.
    Instead she got me.
  11. My great grandmother, Grammy Bredee, hated the idea.
    She said, "Thatsh terrible and vahry cruel."
  12. My parents were like,
  13. Despite the slight controversy, as a child I was made to understand that my name was special and that I was, too.
  14. Being a Bredee and carrying on the name was an honor that I did not take lightly.
  15. I was told constantly that I was my grandmothers young clone and that I was a Bredee in every sense.
    I was clever, I was strong-willed and stubborn, I was fun and witty, I felt deeply, I acted sensibly.
  16. My grandmother often corrected me, though, on my pronunciation of my own name. As a younger person I would slur all of the syllables together and the result was something like "Bruhday."
  17. It went on so long that a friend I had for eight years, when introducing myself to someone and saying "Bree-day" was corrected as she said, "Its Bruhday? What?" and I had to explain to both that my grandmother requested that I give my very special name more respect by pronouncing it properly.
  18. Once I met a man that got it right first try (because he had lived in France previously) and I yhought about kissing him. Didn't. Should've.
    First and only time that has ever happened.
  19. The rarity of hearing my name said correctly doesn't bother me (I kind of enjoy hearing people's attempts) but I wonder if my family in heaven is cringing and begging for me to correct the offending individual.
    I very very rarely correct anyone, it's usually only if they ask. I've had coworkers call me something definitely not my name for years.
  20. My name feels to me like a smile that was passed on to me and I do cherish it.
  21. I think that it's the most special thing about me - so much of what I have and love and experience is a result of those that came before me.
  22. I hope that they see me and are proud of what I've done with their name and their blood.
  23. Pieter Willem Bredee
    5 April 1905-19 January 1987
  24. Edda Mae Roberts Bredee
    26 July 1908-8 July 1993