There it is. Maybe not the prettiest name upon which you have ever lain your eyes, and it's probably not music to your ears, but it's mine. All mine.
H-O-double-G-A-double-T. Two G's. Two T's. There is no R. The vowels are both short. The emphasis is on the first syllable. Say it like I do and you'll end up with something like this:
Hog. It. I've lived with the name for almost half a century. My family has had the name for centuries. And we have heard it pronounced all sorts of ways. I've received mail addressed to Haggatt, Hoggett, Hoggart, and Hograt. I've been called Hog-it-all, Piggatt, and most frequently, Hoe-git. I suppose I'm not alone; people like to make fun of names. I've never let it bother me much, so if you make a mistake, it won't be the end of my world. Just don't make a mistake on purpose.
Hog. It. I've lived with the name for almost half a century. My family has had the name for centuries. And we have heard it pronounced all sorts of ways. I've received mail addressed to Haggatt, Hoggett, Hoggart, and Hograt. I've been called Hog-it-all, Piggatt, and most frequently, Hoe-git. I suppose I'm not alone; people like to make fun of names. I've never let it bother me much, so if you make a mistake, it won't be the end of my world. Just don't make a mistake on purpose.
