Posted October 7, 2011 | 11 Comments
My birth name wasn’t Janeson Keeley; it was Donna Marie Duvall. (The whys, hows, and wherefores of that are now here.)
I wasn’t named after anyone in my family. The story was that my father wanted to name me Danielle (Danielle Duvall?!?), but my mother had known a girl in high school whose name, Dana Marie, she liked. She decided that she liked “Donna” better than “Dana,” though, so Donna Marie it was. BOR-ing – or so I thought until today.
I was going through my Blogroll, seeing which blogs were still active and which weren’t (a year is my cut-off since I’ve gone months without writing here). One of the links is to Beth Macy’s blog, Intrepid Paper Girl. I went there and the title of the most recent post caught my eye: Journalism Ethics: Mystery desserts, midnight karma and the best story I never wrote.
It’s a good post about journalistic ethics, but when I got to: “In 1949 a 16-year-old Eagle Scout killed a beautiful Jefferson High School cheerleader in the basement of a prominent church,” I had to try to get some more information about that because my mother was a student at Jefferson then. I Googled “roanoke murder 1949 eagle scout” and found a link to a newspaper archive with the article in it.
The girl’s name was Dana Marie Weaver.
Funny, but Mom never mentioned that part….
For more information about Dana and her murder:
Boy, 16, Admits Church Killing of Schoolmate [Flash viewer]