Okay, so we all know that Autumn also known as Fall or Harvest, is THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SEASON EVER TO EXIST AND DON'T ARGUE WITH ME BECAUSE IT IS MY FAVORITE AND THIS IS MY BLOG. *Cough* Anyways, I wanted to look up my favorite season and see what it's all about. So many people say Fall, but I like to say Autumn because it sounds softer and a lot more magical. Then I started to wonder, "Gee, I wonder where the word Autumn came from? It's such an odd word and it has one of those stupid 'silent' letters in it that the French seem to love so much (I'm not being mean, I have French origins so it's alright, and yes, we did surrender often, but it worked out in the end didn't it?!) So I looked it up, I googled it, and don't worry, I found a credible source, it's from Harvard, and it turns out the origin for the word 'Autumn' is a bit of a mystery. Here is the passage I found about it:
"The word "Autumn" is a little more mysterious. It comes ultimately from Latin "autumnus", which itself is of uncertain origin. In Middle English, spoken about five hundred (500) years ago, it was spelled "autompne" having been borrowed from Old French "autompne" (found in modern French as "automne". Middle English "autompne" was sometimes used as early as the 1300s, but only became common during the 1500s. "
It looks like they forgot the butt end of their parenthesis. So much for Harvard, but anyways, I have decided to share my theory of the word. It's no surprise to me it's from Latin, everything is, and of course, I was right about the French to begin with. What no one knows is that the actual origin is this:
And God said, let there Tums, and there were Tums, and it was good. A while later a man, a man with very bad heartburn mind you, decided to take a break from his work of naming the earth, a break from his wife, and a break from his wife's cooking which had caused his uncomfortable predicament. The man discovered the Tum outside of his cave and was curious, so he ate it and decided it was good, and his reaction? "Aaaaah, Tum." (and that's how the Tum was named) While the man was doing all of this he had tuned out the voice of his wife (no surprise, even the first couple had it's problems). He didn't care, she was probably talking about work anyways, and she was. She had asked him what they should name the time of year they were in, the one with the colorful leaves and the chilly winds, and it was at this time the man had proclaimed his healing and reveled in the light of his new discovery. And also, I have to add, they were where France is now, but on the continent of Pangea. So they spelled it with that stupid silent 'n'. And the rest is history.
Excuse my poor excuse of an explanation. It was amusing to write, though I could do better I think, maybe another time, I'm too lazy.
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