When the bell rang, the teacher said, “You will each notice a number on the upper left-hand corner of your desk. He nodded to the class and then wrote the word “One” on the chalkboard. He stood behind his desk, very tall and very straight. Monday morning, Bob, Geof, and Mary were seated at their desks in school, waiting to welcome their new teacher. It makes your name even more beautiful to me.” “Mary,” said her mother, “every time I say your name I remember all the lovely Marys I’ve known or read about. “We thought that spelling your name with a “G” looked better with Gordon, and it seemed to suit you very well.”Īs Mary Jones helped her mother with the dishes that night, she said, “I always thought it would be nice to have a distinctive name, but Bob Tschaggeny and Geoffrey Gordon are disgusted because they have to spell and pronounce their names for our new teacher every year.
“We didn’t name you after the poet, Geof,” said his mother. In the Gordon home that night, Geof said to his mother, “Why did you have to name me after the old poet Geoffrey Chaucer? If you wanted to call me Jeff, why didn’t you spell it J-e-f-f?” “Our name has been on the records since 1500.” You should be proud of it,” Father replied. “Tschaggeny is an honorable Swiss name, son. That night Bob said to his parents, “Isn’t there something we could do with our name so it would be easier to pronounce? Why do we have a silent T in front?” What nationality is it?’ Then she looked at my card and just said, ‘Oh, Mary Jones.’” The teacher said to her, ‘What an interesting name. One year a girl named Huttaballe sat in front of me. Bob hates to have his name said wrong too.
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“Right,” said Geof, “but you don’t have to spell it or tell people how to pronounce it. “You would,” said Bob, “with a name like yours.” “What are you two talking about? You look like the end of the world has come.” “Hi, Geof,” called their friend Mary who was walking along the sidewalk. “What would it be like to have a simple name?” mused Bob. The teacher starts to say ‘George,’ then tries ‘Geeof,’ and then ends up with ‘Jeff.’ Half the time they just call me George and I have to explain that my name is pronounced ‘Jeff.’” “I know just what you mean,” said Geof, “but it’s my first name they can’t pronounce. The teacher looks at my name ‘Tschaggeny’ on the card and doesn’t know how to pronounce it. “School isn’t bad except for that first day. “Monday it will start all over again,” said Bob. Geoffrey got off his bike in front of Bob Tschaggeny’s home and sat down on the front steps with him.
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