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Kristin and Tom in a kayak on a lake
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Every three months, I would visit my friends Kristin and Tom. We had an arrangement: I would arrive with hundreds of magazines, hundreds of envelopes, and gyros; they would help me stuff the magazines into the envelopes while we stuffed the gyros into ourselves. It was not only an efficient way to mail my quarterly magazine, Juiced.GS, but also a good opportunity for friends to reconnect.

It was at our September 2019 mailing party that I delivered the news this would be our last such quarterly reunion before I embarked on a nomadic lifestyle. At the end of the evening, as I loaded my car with envelopes ready to be mailed, I let Tom and Kristin know that they would be in my heart always — a lesson I learned from the webcomic XKCD.

I was only a few blocks away from their home when Kristin texted to inform me that, after my emotional outburst, I had, in fact, failed to keep my mouth shut.

FYI your last words were "I'll try not to get arrested" which is kind of the best thing ever

On June 24, 2020, I nearly broke that promise.


Breaking the law

I’d just turned onto the main road in downtown Havre, Montana, most of which had a speed limit of 35 MPH; sure enough, the next sign I saw confirmed that limit. But until I reached it, I was in a 25 MPH zone, and Officer Barclay had caught me going 10 MPH over the speed limit.

It was a cordial chat, with Officer Barclay noticing my out-of-state plates and commenting I was a long way from home. “What brings you to Havre?” he asked. “Just visiting friends,” I said. Knowing that Havre is neither a large town nor a tourist destination, he clarified, “You mean you’re passing through town on the way to visit friends?” He was a bit surprised to find that, no, Havre was my destination, and I actually meant to be here.

He took my license and registration, returned to his vehicle, then came back with a written warning. As he handed me the documentation, he said, “Here you go, Mr. Gagné.”

Note: He didn’t say “Mr. Gagne”. He said “Mr. Gagné”.

Seeing my shock even through my face mask, he asked, “Sorry, did I get that right?”

“Yes! You did!” I exclaimed. “You got it very right!”

My surname

There are two pronunciations of my surname: Gagné (gahn-yay) is the original French; it’s what my grandfather was born with before he came to the United States from Québec. Gagne (gag-nee), the Americanized pronunciation, is what my father adopted. While I use the Americanized version I was raised with, my signature nonetheless includes the accent mark, and I’ve occasionally used the French pronunciation in professional settings, such as in the role of a high-school teacher. Sometimes I don’t know where I am until I hear my last name pronounced.

Though some would argue that, regardless of my personal preferences, only one pronunciation is actually “correct”.

Regardless, I have found that the farther I get from Massachusetts, the less likely I am to hear either version of my name pronounced correctly. When I spent a summer living in Denver, I joined some locals for a day of athletic activities known as WASApalooza. Curious about the non-native, they asked me how to pronounce my name, which they’d never heard of before. Not one to give easy answers, I asked them to make their best effort to puzzle it out for themselves first. One person, suspecting the second “g” made more of a “y” sound (which it does in French!), guessed “gah-NAY”. Hmm, not quite. The second person, thinking the first guess hadn’t gone far enough and that both “g”s made a “y” sound, guessed the monosyllabic “yahn”. Er, no.

Ken and four blue-shirted athletes at Denver's Invesco Field
A fun day for sports; a poor day for names.

Sticking to the written medium isn’t a surefire way to avoid these linguistic stumbles, either. The accent aigu that distinguishes the two pronunciations has been known to cause technical trip-ups.

So when a police officer in Havre, Montana, 1,756 miles from my hometown, got it right — yeah, I was shocked.

Thank goodness for sports

“There was an MLB player named Éric Gagné, right?” Officer Barclay said. There was! All the way from Canada, Éric used the French pronunciation of his surname.

As did a Minnesotan wrestler named Greg Gagné.

(The shortstop named Greg Gagne preferred the American pronunciation.)

When someone acknowledges my surname’s heritage, it’s usually thanks to one of these celebrity athletes, so I wasn’t surprised when Officer Barclay revealed his source. Still, while these possibly distant relatives have made a name for themselves, I don’t travel the world expecting that they’ve made a name for me as well.

Once I was dismissed, I slowly and carefully merged back into traffic, having received more than a warning. Even if I don’t use the French pronunciation of my surname, I consider it something of an honorific; I appreciated hearing something familiar so far from home. If those are the last words Officer Barclay spoke to me, they’re ones I’ll remember.

How do people trip up your name — and how do they get it right? Share your anecdotes in the comments!

Ken Gagne

Digital nomad, Apple II geek, vegetarian, teacher, cyclist, feminist, Automattician.

7 Replies to “What’s in a name?… Mine, specifically?”

  1. My maiden name was Milefsky. Yeah. Try spelling that out loud on the phone. But it’s uncommon enough, especially spelled that way (it should be Milewski) that I’ve never met another Milefsky. And getting my own email address was a breeze.

  2. My last name is quite boring, nothing special about it, no fun ways to mess it up. It’s just a simple “Nielson”. 😛

  3. I get the extra vowel between the last two consonants that doesn’t exist is our variant. Just plain ol’ Mulhern. Not Mulheran, Mulheren, Mulherin, Mulheron, or Mulherun (not that I’ve ever encountered that last one), just plain ol’ solid Mulhern.

  4. Do you suppose NPR’s Don Gonyea went through family name re-spelling at some time?

  5. The Birdcage reference is so spot on! I’ve never had people flub up my name, but it’s very telling when someone asks me, “Are you related to Richie Cunningham?” Not sure what that tells me, exactly, but it’s endearing nonetheless 🙂

    What’s perhaps even MORE telling is if someone relates my first name back to either the 311 song or “Amber waves of grain.”

  6. One of my recent posts is also about pronouncing my name! Well, my username. And don’t get me started on pronouncing my last name. (Koh-key)

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