Chrysanthemum

I love this story because I can relate to having a weird name. In the early sixties I went to school with a sea of Debbie’s, Cindy’s, Cathy’s, and Kim’s. I was Virginia. Like Victoria, I was named after my grandmother. I had a grandmother name. Nobody ever teased me about it, but it was weird, and no one else had a name like that. I changed it to Ginny, and I have never regretted it. I wasn’t as courageous as Chrysanthemum, but then
I really didn’t like my name. Fast forward 40 years. I now teach students from other countries. They come in with names that sound strange to each other. Sometimes teasing does go on about names. This book would be a great thing for me to read to them to help them to respect and appreciate each other’s names.