My name is Neva… that would be like knee-vah… teacher pronounces it nev-ah… I perk up, and in my most precocious everybody-at-home-thinks-I’m-cute first grader voice, say, Nevah call me Nevah, my name is Neva… her response, “Well, Neva, you may sit in the hall until you are told otherwise.”
“Tor” for short. And no…there’s no “h” in it. Anywhere. It’s neither “Thor” nor “Thorberg.” For some strange reason a lot of people seem to have difficulty with this concept.
Gerard, but I am never called that, as a kid I was “Buddy” then “Bud” and later “Jerry” - Incidently I was named after my maternal great-aunt who was a nun, Sister Gerard. How many other guys get named after a nun?
My birth certificate and drivers license both read Douglas. But you’d better have a darn good reason for calling me anything other than Doug if you’re talking directly to me. I haven’t yet felt like a “Douglas” at any time during this lifetime.