Workin’ in a Jazzmine,
Goin’ down down down.
Workin’ in a Jazzmine,
Whoop! About to slip down.
Ahh, now it makes sense. They’re* *extremely *religious types.
Just out of curiosity, do you know if *Sarai *is actually pronounced *Sarah * in that case? From what you’ve suggested, it would seem even less likely that the pronunciations would be the same, or there’d be no point in God changing their names.
Unless he’s the kind of god who’d rename *Jazzmyne *to Jasmine simply because the wrong spelling offended Him …
… in which case …
… hey, maybe I **was **made in His image! 
It’s understandable you’ve never heard of Brett Favre, given your location. He’s a popular NFL quarterback here in the States. And you’re right, however the family prefers to spell the name is the correct spelling. However, it is pronounced “Farv”, (sounds like Harv) which is opposite from the way it looks in print. So people often joke that he doesn’t know how to spell “Farv”.
When was he there? Class of 72, myself.
He’s a tad bit older…class of '50, I think? He was born in 1932.
Go Cardinals! 
Oh, so that places you more my age. Gotcha. 
I suppose we should let this thread die. Never was much of a Pitting, anyway. They are more fun when people disagree but everybody agrees about Carol.
I went to school with a Sarai in the early 70’s; her name was pronounced like “SARE-ee.”
There’s something about Carol…
No way, old timer…I graduated in '85! My parents were old when they had us.
A (belated) thread death is ok by me!
I was coming in here to say that about my home county and high school (go, Commodores!). Yep, that’s it, although a slight variation is “luh-Fete” (almost the same tihing) but with the second syllable pronounced somewhere between a stretched out “Fete” and “Fayette.” I feel like a phony nowadays when I say “Lafayette” and try to pronounce it the more proper way.
BTW, I plan to take you up on the “drank” you promised to buy me if I’m ever down Jackson way.
AND . . . How did Martha Grimes’ “Ruthven” come to be pronounced “Riven,” huh?
***picks some bluegrass, sings in Earl Scruggs voice ***
“Come and listen to my story of a boy named Five;
Sometimes 'twas hard for him to stay alive.
So he packed his bags and left the place called Lafayette,
‘Cause they kept on tellin’ him he should be straight.”
That made my head hurt, trying to make Lafayette and straight rhyme! 
Come on down! Strangely enough, I am s’posed to be in NYC at Xmas time. Tribeca, to be exact.
Polycarp, you sho’ is a mess. Gwone way from heah nye!