(he could never grasp the fact that I went by Peg, not Margaret)
I can't recall anything right now (though I know there MUST be something to recall), but this part of your post reminded me of something that happened to my cousin:
For one year, my cousin attended a Catholic school. She was 10 or so. The nun (this was in the days when there were nuns) in charge of her class insisted on calling her "Margaret." She called her "Margaret" on the first day of class, and "Margaret" on the last day of class, despite corrections by my cousin, who in those days went by "Peggy", and her parents.
My cousin's full given name is "Pegeen."
She was glad to go to public school where the teacher, at least, would believe her when she saw the real name on the class roll.
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Date: 2007-03-27 06:34 pm (UTC)I can't recall anything right now (though I know there MUST be something to recall), but this part of your post reminded me of something that happened to my cousin:
For one year, my cousin attended a Catholic school. She was 10 or so. The nun (this was in the days when there were nuns) in charge of her class insisted on calling her "Margaret." She called her "Margaret" on the first day of class, and "Margaret" on the last day of class, despite corrections by my cousin, who in those days went by "Peggy", and her parents.
My cousin's full given name is "Pegeen."
She was glad to go to public school where the teacher, at least, would believe her when she saw the real name on the class roll.