There are some things parents should not do; naming your child after beaches and spaceships may be yet two of those things. But, definitely, do NOT name your child the exact same, albeit not common name of a relative.
My brother was named David Merle VanVleck. Mom wanted to name him Allen. She had loved the name Allen since she was a little girl, but since she also had a boyfriend named Allen-before she met Dad, he would not agree to name my brother Allen. David was decided upon and Merle was picked by mom, because it was the name of the one cousin who treated mom nicely in Dad’s family.
It takes awhile to accept a new wife in some families. Suddenly, everything the previous wife (who is deceased-which is even worse, especially for her) ever did is wonderful and besides, the new wife is a floozy. She must be; as she wears mascara, lipstick, nylons and high heels. It was around 1940, after all and her new sister-in-law did not think too highly of her.
So, this baby boy comes along and they name him David Merle VanVleck, without ever once thinking about the fact that Dad’s brother and his wife also named their little boy, who might have been a year older or not, David Merle VanVleck. This would have been fine if my brother had stayed in Indiana and not moved to Illinois and a neighboring city to his cousin. But, he did.
Let me put a disclaimer here; as with all family posts, there must be a disclaimer. Don’t sue me. There, that’s it, ‘cause I’m going to tell the truth, as I remember it and I don’t have any assets worth suing over. Unless you want that laptop with VISTA.
Unlike my brother, the other David Merle VanVleck; my cousin, David, had a mean look about him. I didn’t like the way he would glare at me, when I was a young girl, and say mean things and then smile. That smile, I was convinced had a mass-murderer type of aspect to it and I avoided him when I could.
When my cousin grew up, he made a lot of debts he did not pay, and then he stole money from his father and who knows what else. I don’t because I still stayed away from him. He also left his wife, who is a beloved member of this family yet and loved him (and even cared for him at the end) until the day he died. His current wife did not show up for his funeral.
My brother, having moved to the nearby town in Illinois, would receive his cousin’s bills and collection notices, and all kinds of other troubles.
What brings me to this place is that even yet, eighteen years after his death, I think it may be haunting him still. One of my search terms the other day was:
david van vleck sucks
Two people, actually searched those four words. Now, my brother’s name gets a lot of searches for it. I know there are other VanVleck’s out there and some may even “suck”, but I gotta tell you that both of my families, the good and the bad, David Merle VanVleck’s are deceased now. Both from the cancer that haunts both sides of my family and both were way too young when they died.
But, I will guarantee you that my brother was not the David Merle VanVleck, who “sucked.” David was an outdoors, camping, camera toting, phlebotomist, computer nerd, Boy Scout Leader, and listener of The Irish Rovers that we all loved. And, I am stating we all loved my brother, David, and not the Irish Rovers. Thank goodness for head phones.