My last name is spelled “Leishman,” not “Leischman.”
It’s never been pronounced to rhyme with “Fleischman,” as in the name of the margarine and the fish-out-of-water New Yorker doctor in Northern Exposure. My ancestors were Scottish, not German. Like the poet Archibald MacLeish. We’re definitely not Jewish, although I've always been typecast in nebbishy roles.
It’s never been pronounced to rhyme with “Fleischman,” as in the name of the margarine and the fish-out-of-water New Yorker doctor in Northern Exposure. My ancestors were Scottish, not German. Like the poet Archibald MacLeish. We’re definitely not Jewish, although I've always been typecast in nebbishy roles.
Our clan of Leishmans joined the LDS Church in Scotland when
they encountered early Mormon missionaries to the British Isles. Heeding the
call to Zion, my pioneer forebears walked to Utah in the 1850s, where
they settled on marginally arable farms in remote Cache Valley. However, most Leishmans stayed in the United Kingdom. Apparently
I have a British doppelganger named “Roger Leishman” who restores
antique canals and waterways.
I pronounce my name “Leashman.” So does my canal-restoring doppeler.
Whether in Scotland, Canada, or the United States, no Leishman has ever said our
name is “Leischman.”1
1Vancouver Men’s Chorus is filled
with emigrés from all over the Commonwealth. All the Scots singers confirm my pronunciation is correct.
My daughter’s favorite middle school teacher recently berated her because he’d
been saying “Leischman” all year without her correcting him. I told her I’ve
been singing in VMC for two years now, and our conductor still writes
“Leischman” on his seating charts even though my name is spelled correctly in the roster. Plus Willi is Ukrainian-Canadian – with his own unpronounceable and
unspellable surname, you’d think he would know better.2
2Zwozdesky. Gesundheit.
Eleanor and I agreed these perennial miscommunications
are no big deal, although I warned her to expect some awkwardness
when the truth finally comes out. To the extent we care about people getting it right, we
agreed our identities are much more closely tied to our given names, anyway. (Although
we’ve both given up on Starbucks baristas ever spelling our names correctly on cups – FYI, "Roger" doesn't need a d, and "Eleanor" is not an endless whorl of looping l's and e's.)
We certainly don’t blame anyone for saying “Leischman.” Once
a human brain decides how it’s going to store something in our
memories, it takes a great deal of conscious effort and subconscious
reprogramming before we can hear or remember it differently.
My kids and I pronounce our name “Leashman.” So do most of
the people who know us (if they can avoid or escape the “Leischman” vortex).
However, my parents pronounce our name “Lishman.” Rhymes with "wish." So do most
of our relatives in Utah. So did I, until I was in my 20s. But by the time I
left Utah for good, I made a conscious decision to switch to the standard pronunciation.
Nevertheless, I often regress when I’m together with
relatives. Even when I’m just talking about long ago events, I find myself
switching back to “Lishman” without realizing it.
This week I published a tribute to my parents. Thinking
about them and having their picture in front of me had a priming effect
on my brain: as I type today, I can no longer pronounce my own last
name correctly. Like so many other
things, it’s all my parents’ fault.
Despite the occasional relapse, I’m sticking with “Leashman,” not “Lishman.”
At some point after leaving the Auld Country, the Leishmans
lost their Scottish brogue. They began to speak the local Utah dialect instead.
“Roof” comes out more like “ruff.” “Horse” is pronounced “harse,” and "Lord" is "Lard." Creeks all became
“cricks.” And "Leashman" became “Lishman.”
When asked to justify my betrayal of our Utah Mormon
heritage, I point out I also decline to pronounce “creek” as “crick.” Indeed, even
though my father grew up on a dairy farm in Cache Valley, no one in my family would
ever say “crick.” Or "Lard." So why keep fighting for “Lishman”? We already have enough
work keeping the “Leischmans” at bay.
Besides, do I really want people to think I’m a typical Utah
Mormon? (I’m fine with passing for Jewish.) Pronouncing my name “Lishman” would give
me away. It’s a shibboleth.
In contemporary English, a “shibboleth” is a word or custom that
is distinctive to a particular group of people, especially a long-standing tradition
regarded as outmoded or no longer important. Deficit reduction is a Republican shibboleth.
The modern term actually comes
from the Bible. In Old Testament times, the word (which starts with the Hebrew
letter ש) meant
a stalk of grain. The people of Gilead pronounced it “shibboleth.” The invading
Ephraimites pronounced it “sibboleth.” This is a typical consonant shift found
in numerous languages and dialects around the world. For example, in Korean it's impossible to say "see" without it coming out as "she."
The Bible tells the story of an invading army of Ephraimite soldiers trapped in Gilead territory. The Ephraimites attempted to
cross the River Jordan and return to their own country. The Gilead soldiers
guarding the fords would display a sheaf of grain and ask each man to say what it was. According to the Book of
Judges, forty-two thousand Ephraimites said “sibboleth,” and were slain. They should have hired Korean mercenaries.
My favorite test for Utah identity is to ask suspicious-looking
folks to repeat the elegant sentence “Gosh, Georgia, what a gorgeous orange
formal.” [Ed. note: that's what a sad bridesmaid wears at a Mormon wedding reception.]
If it comes out as “Garsh, Jargia, what a gargious ahrange farmal!” you should probably chop off their heads. For everyone's sake.
If it comes out as “Garsh, Jargia, what a gargious ahrange farmal!” you should probably chop off their heads. For everyone's sake.
You were always Leashman to me. In grad school I stumbled into repeatedly mispronouncing a friend's name with a long I instead of a short. In response she called me Wodebury, which I kind of like. It sounds very old English.
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