My Name

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I get asked a lot about my name and where it comes from, so here is the story of my name:

One day, when my mom was around the age of 15, she was walking down one of the main streets in the capital city of San Juan, Argentina. She briefly slowed down her pace and stopped in front of a store window. She noticed the name of the camera for sale, Yashica, and thought to herself that it sounded like a nice name for a girl one day. She carried on walking.

In Spanish the h is silent so the name of the camera is pronounce yasica. By the time I was born in Mineola, New York in 1976 my mom remembered the name and decided to spell it Yassica.

As a child I struggled with my name. It was hard for people to pronounce because it was more natural to say Jessica or Yessica or any other similar variation. I always had to repeat my name; and at times I would accept the variation for the sake of moving on. I also thought being named after a camera was embarrassing so I would never tell this story. I was made fun of briefly in school because my name was slightly different. I also could never find my name on anything; like a name tag for my bicycle or a trinket of some sort. Those were my little hang ups as a little person but I grew out of it quickly. I could not have chosen a better name for my life here on Earth.

….and yes, the first camera I ever owned was a Yashica camera.

In Argentina, until 1981, it was illegal to name your child a name that was not a Spanish Christian name so my mom took advantage of being in America and named me Yassica. She, also, always loved the name Bryan so that is my brother’s name who was born in 1978.

When I was 26 years old I met a journalist who asked me if I was named after the Turkish Islands called the Yassica Islands. I thought he was joking but when I went home that evening I looked it up. To my surprise, and incredible happiness, I found my name for the first time written somewhere else on Earth. I learned the islands are uninhabited. I have not visited them yet, but I hope to one day.

I know there are other Yassica’s out there but I haven’t met them yet.

So that is it. That is the story of my name and where it comes from.

This is the model of the camera that my mom saw in the shop window in the 1960’s:

Yashica 1960 - 1994