Friday, April 22, 2011
Q on BEING a Q
I am not a natural Q, I was born to another letter. I grew up as a B, part of that boisterous, bustling, bunch that is almost at the top of the alphabet. My life as a B was full of being up front and noticed, alphabetically speaking and yet being part of a pretty large crowd in the world of finding records and documents.
Then I met a natural Q and we married and since it was 1974, there was a decision for me to make. Would I remain a B as more and more women were starting to do, would I become a B-Q, also a trend at the time, (but kind of annoying) or would I become a Q as women had done for years. At first Q status meant changing documents and then as time went on we had little Qs. As they entered permanent record land (known as school) I found the privilege of being Q. There was usually only one in a group, if any. I then realized that Q was a select small group and a group whose records were easily found. Although on the local voting list we were placed after R by an alphabetically challenged clerk, which caused some confusion every 4 years.
Being a Q stood out; not always in a good way, as in law school when a professor called on me first in a group of 125 because I was the only Q. Now my oldest Q is a T and my grandsons are T's. My son is still a proud Q and will probably remain so and may make some natural Q's of his own. Thus my life as a Q so far.