"Many people do dumb things in their teenage years, but most have the sense not to cast them in concrete, which they then have to drag around for the rest of their lives...
"At sixteen, I got married for the first time. My then-husband-to-be
and I thought that the woman should not take the man's last name, so we decided
to choose a new last name.
"As I recall, somewhere in there we looked at one of those 'One Thousand Names for the Baby' books, and discovered that our old first names had meanings we did not agree with (it was the late sixties, we did not agree with much). (This picture was taken maybe a year before I met Crispin. Way too young to make a lifelong decision --- self-understanding and identity are at least as blurry as this photo.)
"His old first name, Mark, meant 'the warrior'; we were anti-war. My old first name, Ellen, meant 'the Queen'; we were anti-authoritarian. It was the '60's; we didn't agree with much. He came up with the new first names for us: Crispin, for him, meaning 'the curly-headed one'; Crescent, for me, meaning 'the growing' (once erroneously reported in a newspaper interview as meaning 'the growth').
"The wedding drew nearer. We still hadn't come up with a new last name. One day, after trying and discarding several possibilities, I said, 'Maybe we're taking ourselves too seriously, maybe we should pick something completely frivolous.' He said, 'Like what?' I said, 'Oh, um, uh, like Dragonwagon.'
"Thus we became Crescent and Crispin Dragonwagon. If I had had any idea how many
countless thousands of times I would have to explain this ridiculous name, I would have chosen something a lot less flashy. But by the time I realized how long the remainder of my days might be, and that I'd be pulling it around like a ball and chain, I already had a couple of books out and the start of a professional reputation. (This little dragon, working industriously away at a typewriter --- remember typewriters? --- has been my logo since, let's see, about 1978. I still like it. The name has grown really old, so beyond old, for me... but I still like this dragon.)
"But, I will say ill say it's a great children's book name; kids love saying it. Plus, I enjoy seeing how various mailing-list computers maim it. For instance, I've gotten letters from credit card companies and charities beginning, 'Dear Mr. Wagon,' and solicitations addressed to Dr. Agonwagon. I'm just so tired of being asked about it, or being typecast as 'Enh, took too much acid in the '60's.'
" Of course, I certainly can't blame anyone for saying "Hunh?" when they first hear it, or asking me how I got this name, though I could very happily never ever tell the whole dumb story again as long as I live. I also can't blame anyone but myself when people, understandably but regrettably, hear the danged name and write me off as a flake, at least until they get to know me.
"More seriously: there's also this: decisions you make early in your life look different as you mature. These days I think that at that point when I changed my name, another strong factor was that I did not want to get by on my parents' credit or identity . I was a writer; they were both writers, and semi-famous ones.
"Looking back now, I think I must've felt that if I used
their name, I was using their
and identities, instead of forming one of my own. At that age, it's
essential to make a marked break from your parents in some way. So I
do respect the pig-headedness and idealism of my sixteen-year-old
self, even while I am exasperated with her... because now I also
sometimes think, wasn't being a
professional freelance writer hard enough, did you have to make it harder on
yourself? " (Above left, an
older and hopefully wiser Dragon, in a 2009 photo by David Koff).
"But the truth is, once people know me, they don't even notice my weird name anymore.
"By the way, Crispin and I divorced many years ago, in 1973. In 1978 I wed Ned Shank, to whom I remained happily, passionately, and interestingly married for 23 years, until his sudden and oh-so-untimely death on November 30, 2000. What happened then? This blog will more or less get you up to date. But as its title indicates, I think none of it ---losing Ned so terribly, and even yes, way earlier, choosing such a ridiculous name when I was a baby radical --- none of it has been wasted on me as a writer. "