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05/05/2012

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Drunkinitsyouth

Your parents were both right, sort of.

My high school history teacher told me the correct pronunciation of the family name is SpadEEna, and if you go to the museum that's what they'll tell you. But everyone in Toronto including the announcer on the subway pronounces the street name SpadEYEna.

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