What’s in a Name? :: Personal Narrative Writing

Whats in a Name?My dad has this old Bill Cosby record that he used to listen to in the come along of record players (now hes got the very same in CD version). It was a comedy routine in which Cosby describes his childhood. He reminisces in particular about how he could arrange when he was in squabble. His father would say something to the effect of GODDAMIT, GET OVER HERE, and then Cosby throws out the punch line of the story Up until he was about ten years old, he thought his name was GODDAMIT. I never had to be addressed as GODDAMIT to know I was in trouble. In my fathers voice, it was volume that usually revealed this information. When my eardrums hurt from hearing my name, my FULL name, JANET PAULINA MORRIS, my dad didnt want any other poor children within earshot to think they were in trouble however, he did intend for everyone within a five-mile radius to hear that I was in for it. When my mother had to call out my name in order to chat me, even if it was in private, she ha d to pretend we were in church or something. Her voice became very low pitched, almost a whisper, and then came the recitation of the three agreeable words with which I had been baptized, JANET PAULINA MORRIS. Though she nearly whispered, there was nothing serene or endearing in her tone of voice when scolding me. It didnt matter what she verbalize . . . I love you very much could be thrown from her mouth like a dagger when she used that tone of voice. There is a organise in communication where words are of no consequence in bringing crossways a particular message. Sometimes, what is said is irrelevant, and how it is said singularly brings across this message. It all depends on diction. Aristotle was the first to coin the term diction in his analysis of the making of art and other things in Poetics. Diction, Aristotle claimed (only I think he made this claim in Greek), clarifies language and alludes to a source of interest in a speakers tone of voice. My mothers source of intere st was, um, well . . . me. She wanted to profess sure that I knew exactly where she was coming from and exactly what I was supposed to do about it.