A couple of people asked about my name. I was named after my father Dale. My mother’s middle name is Lee. So they invented my name, Daleen. (side note: I have a sister Coleen Marie and a sister Joleen Marie). Don’t get me started on the dog’s name growing up. JoCoDa. okay, moving on.
Today, I was out doing a couple of errands. I stopped at a favorite health food place and ordered a sandwich. I misspell my name on purpose. After 51 years of everyone and I mean everyone pronouncing it incorrectly, I spell it wrong so that when they SHOUT out my name, they say it correctly.
When I was in first grade, my teacher pinned a note to my shirt to take home to my mother. Apparently the note stated that I was being difficult and refused to spell my name Darleen correctly. Knowing my formal & proper mother, as I do today, I would have LOVED to be a fly on the wall when my mother went to the school to speak with the principal and the teacher to inform them of my name.
I told a friend today what I had done in the deli. She said, how odd. Who wouldn’t know how to pronounce your name correctly? I said 99.9% of the people I meet. She explained in their home school they teach phonics. There should be no confusion what so ever. I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think they teach phonics in school any longer.
My least favorite sound of my name was my mother sternly saying, Daleen Marie. I knew there was a lecture to come about proper behavior of young ladies. My favorite way to hear my name is out of the mouth of a grandgirlie. One says Grandma Daleen. The other still says Gagma. Once in a while, the little sweetie, says Grandma. I am pretty sure she knows what she is doing. ha
By the way, my egg salad on gluten free bread was a wonderful sandwich.