The name's Ad. Yes, seriously. And please, no wisecracks!
By Ad Crable
Updated Feb 19, 2007 15:52
How can people butcher my name? Let us count the ways.

My name, officially Ad Allen Crable III, has always carried some baggage.

From the beginning. I am actually the fourth, but there was some kind of snafu early on about a senior not being used when it was supposed to, or used twice — I’ve never been clear about it.

Mr. Crab, Addly Crable, Al Crebo.

Then there were the juvenile jokes that, sad to say, persist to this day. “Hey, Ad, can you subtract? Hardy-har-har.”

These days, there’s usually some lame attempt to formulate a wisecrack around my working for a newspaper and advertisement. Thank goodness I didn’t go into advertising.

Some of you may remember a laundry detergent called Ad that was popular in the 1950s.

The television jingle, sung to me by elementary schoolmates countless times, still rings in my ears: “Ad, Ad in the washing machine.”

Ad Krabow, Add Grable, Ad Cramble.

Sometimes, after an introduction, I can sense the wheels turning in someone’s head, trying to spin some funny quip they undoubtedly will assume to be clever and original. Believe me, I’ve heard them all.

Sometimes I’ll try to head off the inanity by saying just that. “Hi, I’m Ad Crable. Yes, that’s A-D, and don’t even try to say a joke about it because I’ve heard them all.”

But often they do anyway and I’ll laugh politely.

Ad Cralde, A D Crabie, Ad Crayble.

Often, people refuse to believe what they’ve heard. He couldn’t have said Ad, they think. He surely said Ed.

So, more often than not, if I don’t elaborate, I know I will be called Ed on first reference.

But it is an unusual name, and I certainly understand the confusion. I have a recording in my head I usually toss out in a perfunctory delivery: “It’s AD. It’s not short for anything. It’s a family name. German, I’m told. Yes, I know it’s unusual.”

Abe Crabell, Ad Cravel, Al Crable.

Once, a couple years ago, I was browsing the on-sale bin of books at Border’s and picked up a book on flowers by a Dutch author with the first name Ad.

I’ve seen it a couple of other times. I am thrilled each time but wonder what they’ve gone through.

Many people assume Ad is short for something. Addly, Addison, Adlai or Adolf perhaps?

No, no, no and no.

I get a fair number of letters with Mrs. or Ms. in front of my name, the senders obviously gender perplexed.

I recently got some unsolicited address labels sent to me as Mr. Ad Jen (my wife’s name) Crable.

And they wanted a donation?

A. Grable, Ad Crabie, Ad Cryble.

Then there’s the Lancaster County factor. Much correspondence comes to me as Ad Kraybill. I used to live in Front Royal, Va., and there are lot of Crabills there. Same problem. But I’m an Illinois Crable.

All of these variations on my name have come to me on letters or documents.

My favorite, by far, is a real estate tax bill once sent to me by West Lampeter Township: Addly Gradley.

And they wanted a payment?

And that is why I don’t use my full name on my byline for this newspaper.

(The Voices column is written by a rotating team of New Era staffers. It appears Mondays.)
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