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WHAT’S IN A NAME, ANYWAY?

WHAT’S IN A NAME, ANYWAY?

Entering kindergarten for an immigrant child in 1955 wasn’t simple or easy, especially when her parents brought their regional differences with them to America.

My mother, Eugenia Pagonis, arrived from war-torn Greece in the winter of 1947. Her siblings, who had relocated to Pittsburgh PA, during the Depression, had pre-arranged a marriage contract for her with a Greek Cypriot.

Eugenia Pagonis married Andrew Savvas Constantinides on March 7, 1948 at St. Nicholas Greek Orthodox Church in Pittsburgh.

One custom my parents brought with them declared that the firstborn child was to be named after one of the father’s parents.

So I was to be named Myrofora after my paternal grandmother. Myrofora is a Greek Cypriot name and is not common in other parts of Greece.

My maternal aunts and uncles didn’t like Myrofora, nor did they like the English-language version of my name, Myra. They wanted something else –whatever that might be.

Dad insisted on tradition. So I was alternately Myra or Myrofora for the first five years of my life.

I entered kindergarten in September, 1955 and my father had to decide what my American name was going to be. It was certain that I was going to be made fun of if I was to be called Myrofora.

Most first- and second generation immigrant kids wanted to be as American as possible. I was no different.

No one liked the name, but Dad decided that Meriam was the best alternative translation for Myrofora.

On the first day of kindergarten, he told the teacher my American name. She was an older woman who, it turns out, was hard of hearing. She recorded my name as Marion.  Dad didn’t pay attention until later, but by then it was too late to change it again.

In the end, neither my parents not my aunts and uncles named me. My kindergarten teacher did!

It wasn’t until third grade that Dad noticed that my last name was also misspelled. He marched to Holmes Elementary School and demanded a correction. He had had enough.

What’s in a name, anyway?

Plenty! I’ve always hated the “o” in Marion!

Marion Constantinides

                      Good Old Days

Volume 4, No. 4

July/August 2015

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JUST LOVED READING: My America: An American Spring, Sofia’s Immigrant Diary, Book Three

JUST LOVED READING: My America: An American Spring, Sofia’s Immigrant Diary, Book Three

 

Just Loved Reading:

My America: An American Spring, Sofia’s Immigrant Diary, Book Three

Middle Grade Novel

Lasky, Kathryn. My America: An American Spring, Sofia’s Immigrant Diary, Book Three. New York: Scholastic, Inc., 2004.

 “Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

EMMA LAZARUS

 

In An American Spring, the heroine of Kathryn Lasky’s three-part story of immigrant Sofia Molinari continues to learn about her adopted country.

Sofia is in fifth grade. Miss Burnet, her second grade teacher, is her teacher once again. Sofia’s best friend, Maureen, an immigrant from Ireland, lives with Sofia’s family and attends Miss Burnet’s class, too.

Sofia and Maureen dress up for Halloween (as tomatoes) and celebrate Thanksgiving for the first time. They and Sofia’s older sister, Gabriella, meet the wealthy and elegant Isabella Stewart Gardner when Gabriella is hired to sew a ball gown for her.

Mrs. Gardner is a kind employer. She arranges for a private hospital room when Isabella falls gravely ill and provides the turkey and all the trimmings for the Molinari family’s Thanksgiving.

But most exciting of all is the assignment Miss Burnet gives them in honor of Patriot’s Day (April 19th). Miss Burnet sends her fifth grade class on a Freedom Treasure Hunt. Each child is provided with a map and riddles and has to locate landmarks of the American Revolution. “You see,” Sofia writes in her diary,” Boston is where it all began.”

WHY I LOVED READING THIS BOOK:

Sofia is a spunky character which makes it easy to relate to her and her adventures in America. She is infectiously excited about her experiences in her adopted country whether it’s dressing up as a tomato for Halloween and letting ghost stories get the better of her or visiting Isabella Stewart Gardner’s “palazzo.”

The third series is thin in its plotting –   Gabriella’s illness is the climax of the novel and is followed by the Freedom Treasure Hunt which feels anti-climactic. The lighting of the lantern on Patriot’s Day and Sofia and Maureen’s new found patriotism is the end of Sofia’s story but the reader expects – and wants – more.

Further Reading:

The Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island:

https://www.libertyellisfoundation.org

https://www.libertyellisfoundation.org

Italy:

www.italia.it

 

 

 

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JUST LOVED READING: My America: Hope in My Heart, Sofia’s Ellis Island Immigrant Dairy, Book One.

JUST LOVED READING: My America: Hope in My Heart, Sofia’s Ellis Island Immigrant Dairy, Book One.

Just Loved Reading:

My America: Hope in My Heart, Sofia’s Ellis Island Immigrant Dairy, Book One.

Middle Grade Novel

Lasky, Kathryn. My America: Hope in My Heart, Sofia’s Ellis Island Immigrant Dairy, Book One. New York: Scholastic, 2003.

 

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Emma  Lazarus

 

            Sofia Monaris and her family leave their native Italy for America. It’s a long uncomfortable journey on board a ship teeming with people yet Sofia’s heart skips a beat when she spies the Statue of Liberty on the horizon.

As the ship draws closer to New York harbor, she positions herself to get a better look. A cinder gets in her eye. When the family goes through customs, Sofia is diagnosed with trachoma and quarantined.

Separated from her family for the first time in her life, speaking very little English, Sofia feels isolated and alienated in America. She has company, though. In the state-run hospital, she meets Maureen who is from Ireland and Madame Coco from France. Madame introduces the girls to Rafi, a gypsy stow-away. The four befriend each other during their ordeal as they face mean anti-immigrant bureaucrats and which lasts longer than any of them would like.

Sofia’s life in America had just begun.

WHY I LOVED READING THIS BOOK:

Although my immigrant ancestors didn’t arrive until years after Sofia and her family came to America, I heard many of their stories. Many struggled in their first years and many came illegally. They had to navigate America’s ever-changing immigration laws but they became found work, became American citizens and raised their families.

Not every story was about those struggles; some of their stories were funny and uplifting. Sofia is a spunky character who could probably survive many difficult situations and it was easy to relate to her and her adventures on Ellis Island.

Further Reading:

The Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island:

https://www.libertyellisfoundation.org

https://www.libertyellisfoundation.org

Italy:

www.italia.it

Italy:

www.italia.it

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