I swear to you - when I was a spotty teenager and I read magazines I used to see edits such as “[this isn’t true - ed]” and think there was a member of the team called edward, and he’d be kind of a boss so he was allowed to make comments or corrections in the articles of his staff. I sort of knew that ‘ed’ meant ‘edit’ or ‘editor’ but until I actually thought about it with my brain switched on I would think there’s an ‘edward’ employed at most magazines who’s nickname was ‘ed’.
Have you ever had a silly misunderstanding about something like that?
Reminds me of how when I first started taking piano lessons at age 10, I once commented to my mom that this “Anon” guy seemed to have been a really prolific composer, because half the songs in my book were by him. He even wrote “London Bridge Is Falling Down” AND “Frere Jacques”!
There’s a town in northern Wisconsin that must be very important, because when I was a kid I noticed that every town we drove through on the way to Grandma’s house had signs pointing to it:
Business Dist ---->
But somehow we never got to Business Dist itself. If you ever find out where it is, please let me know.
My (Swedish) mother told me that for the longest time, she wondered who Written By was and how he managed to be in every single English-speaking movie. Prolific actor!
I did this as well, at about the same age. I remember asking my mother if we had any of Anon’s works in our plethra of 8 tracks (alas, that was chockful of Loretta Young and Johnny Cash) and her looking at me like I was crazy. I then got the talk about modern devil worshipping musicians. Later, when I tried whispering the question to my dad, she got all tuned up again. Dad finally figured out what I was asking about, and the both of them had a great laugh.
Fast forward to when I was 16/17 and one year for Christmas, I got a chidren’s song tape from my father with a note about people “singing Anon’s works.” It’s still one of his favorite stories.
I’ve always felt sorry for those poor slow children. I mean, who wants it advertised that they are slow? More importantly, I dread ever meeting any of those Watch Children. Watch dogs are bad enough but Watch Children…what kind of sicko raises those kinds of kids?