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My Spanish High School teacher. Miss Bregatta, assigned Spanish names to all of her students.Somehow she couldn't quite translate Gregory into Spanish so everyone started referring to me as "Jorge" for the year. "Jorge" meant George but I guess it was close enough.
Speaking of names, if I had been a baby girl I probably would've been named Gertrude. My parents didn't know what to name me before I was born. So Mom decided to name me after whatever saint's feast day fell on the day I was born. Since November 16 was St. Gertrude's Day, naming me Gerty, Gert or Trudy wasn't going to work. Instead she looked at November 17, which happened to be St. Gregory the Great's feast day. The rest is history, as they say.
Only a handful of people ever called me "Gregory" during my life.Most of the time I heard the full name "Gregory" when I was in trouble. It was always "Greg", but it's funny how many times people would call me "Craig," "Gary," "George" in my life. Even Dr Nicholson always called me "Jeffrey" for some reason.
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