As a child I read the story of Goldilocks. Gold – i – locks: three syllables. Before long I could write her name and spell it accurately. Everyone in Second Class at Leeton Public School achieved the same competence. We were pretty sharp in those days, in Leeton, New South Wales.
My name is Goldenberg. Gold-en-berg. Three syllables.
It was in the year 1972 that my childhood wish to receive letters in the mail was fulfilled. Advertisers wrote me letters, medical specialists wrote to me, insurors, charities and other mendicants all wrote to the doctor. Most of them mastered the three-syllable test that we Leeton Alumni passed in 1952.
Those who had most trouble with my three syllables were medical specialists. Lots of them wrote to Dear Dr Goldenburg. The vagrant ‘u’ looked ugly.One wrote: Dear Dr Rosenberg. I knew a few Doctors Rosenberg. Were they receiving letters addressed to Goldenberg?
I had a few letters addressed to Dr Goldstein. I feel flattered: David Goldstein, the eminent oncologist, is a remote relative by marriage, and one of Medicine’s natural intellectuals.
One distinguished colleague wrote to: DearDr Rosenstein. Stein the crows!
I was thrilled to be addressed as Dr Rosenkrantz. Obviously a Shakespeare enthusiast.
I’ve received lots of letters addressed to Dr Goldberg. Goldbergs are thick on the ground; we three-syllable Goldenbergs are fewer. Those thick Goldbergs – many of them lovely people – suffer syllable envy.
Last week an insurer wrote to me as follows: Dear Dr Glodenburg. Three syllables, two innovations!
Language advances, spelling evolves, we progress.
The Dr Rosencrantz made me laugh out loud! My sympathy – I have carried our family name, Custance, with me through school and adult life and was foolish enough to include it in my author name, I have degree certificates on which the authorities have corrected what they perceive as my misspelling of my own name (there are more variations than you might imagine for two syllables). My daughter’s partner has a name which shares features of yours. I have worked hard to make sure I do not get a letter wrong.
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Hilary
Please forgive my tardiness
Your names present delightful opportunities for wordplay
It has been difficult for me to restrain myself
And I have not always succeeded as you would know
I have come to realise that the bearer of the name can wrath of such play
Names truly are important
So often they encode a family story
Often too the given name is inspired by vision
Or charged with poetry
Or drenched with love
In this melting pot of tongues and tribes I pay close attention to names, hoping to divine origins, stories, dreams, visions
So pleasurable to correspond with you HCG
Affectionately
Berg
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I had some difficulty with my name as a child never the surname though the nice solid Anglo-Celtic Allen. Now it is more tricky as both names are massacred with regularity. Pilkington becomes Polkingtin, Polkington, Pinkington, Pinkerton, Picklington and Pikingtin. And if I’m. Really lucky Kerryn becomes Karen, and my dearest Darren becomes Derryn.
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Oh Kerryn
How they tangle your syllables!
Such tempting opportunities reside in those cantering sounds!
I read about fifteen years ago that good that Australia’s commonest surname was Nguyen
The Smiths have been eclipsed
No-one in Oz can read Nguyen phonetically or intuitively
Now I’ve learned how I find it a breeze
But many a good Aussie of Vietnamese origin has seen main streamers mangle the name in gargles
Pilkington and Goldenberg become pushovers in contrast
Warmly
Berg
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I’m used to spelling my name every time I say it, but I bet you’ve never had someone correct the pronunciation of your name. Such linguists!
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My own favourite along these lines, Zocton Kelin – a then girlfriend has called me Zocton ever since. (The ubiquitous H in Yossi never ceases to puzzle – surely we’ve evolved to the point where we can brook a double S as just that…)
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ZOCTON!
You move me to deep thought
On the subject of double sibilants and the evolution of homo australiensis my position is still … evolving
Rozenstein
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