Wunjo Onion

So umm...I'm in a band now? 

My sister is the performer, not me. That's why I save my musical endeavors for family and church. (Singing and playing in church is the best -- it's like playing in front of 50 grandmothers. They'll love anything you do!) 

My dad has recently found a guitar pickin' buddy at church, Jack, so they've started playing together pretty regularly, and I join in when I can, along with other musical folks in the congregation. Also, summertime at a UU church is pretty lax. Often the minister will take a bit of a break, and church members will do many of the services. My dad has volunteered us to do the music at several services lately. 

This week we received an email from my dad that said the folks at this little church mess up our names in the orders of service a lot, and that we should have a name for the group instead. He suggested Wunjo, the rune for joy and harmony. Cool, until you throw in the confusing pronunciation -- Vun-yoh. 

Then Jack shot out an email suggesting the name Wunjo Onion, "using musical joyfulness in peeling back the layers of existential philosophy, looking for a meristem of truth..." Wow. That's a UU explanation for you. 

At practice on Friday, my mom pointed out that she saw the emails and refrained from commenting. :-) My sentiments exactly, mother. 

Didn't stop Papa from announcing us as Wunjo Onion today at church. Oh well. He just forwarded an email from a woman in the church, expressing her appreciation for the music this morning. (What did I say about the 50 grandmas?) 

I guess a silly name can't keep us from making purty music.