What's In A Name?

1 Year Old Jory

Giving Jory a name was the beginning of many important and difficult joys and obligations of being his parents.  It was daunting because his name would be attached to him throughout his entire life.  We needed a 2 syllable first name and a 1 syllable middle name to complement Prum, our 1 syllable surname.  We wanted a name that was unique, yet not weird; one that was easy to spell, not complicated; and short enough that it would not be a pain when constantly filling out forms and applications.  We wanted him to be the only person to respond when his teachers' called his name and we insisted upon a name that didn't have a nickname.  With our list of potentials, we avoided names that were common, traditional, trendy, old fashioned, or popular.  It was easy to eliminate names of people we had known who were too loud, too obnoxious, too lazy, too boring or troublesome.  Names listed in baby naming books seemed conventional.

We chose to follow our Jewish traditions of naming both in Hebrew and English, and naming after a beloved, but deceased, family member in order to perpetuate that person's memory.  Fortunately for us, all family members in both of our families had namesakes, so we felt free to select names of our choice and creation.  We considered names in English, Hebrew, and Spanish, settling on Jory Kyle:  Jory, a name we made up, and Kyle, a more "playing it safe" name that would give him an alternative if he didn't like Jory.  In Hebrew, we chose יורא כליל (Yorah K'lil), a light that radiates from within, and decided to name him after the children who perished tragically in the Holocaust, leaving no survivors to remember them.  How ironic, as Jory personified his name as a guiding light to those he knew, yet left no wife or children to remember him when he died tragically at 41 years old.

What we didn't think about was that Sam's family, being both Spanish and Yiddish speaking, would call shortly after Jory's birth to ask, "What kind of a name is "Horry Kileh?"  Pronounced by Mexicans and translated into Yiddish, a kileh is a hernia and a horry one sounded simply horrible.  In addition, Jory with a J, was almost impossible for them to pronounce.  It turned out that others along the way would also have pronunciation problems with his name and he learned to respond to Jury, Yury, Joey, Jordy, and Jordan.

Jory's First Day of 1st Grade

In first grade, his teacher banned nicknames, demanding that all her students be called by their given names.  His girlfriend Tomi reverted to Elizabeth, Bobby became Robert, and Jory was still Jory.  The kids made fun of him as being the kid with the nickname, even though he kept insisting that his name was really Jory not Jordan.  This teasing kept up through first and second grades, so in third grade, his teacher called us the first day of school asking, "Jory says that he wants to go by Kyle.  Is that ok?" 

"Sure," I responded.  "We named him Kyle as well."

The night before he began seventh grade, Kyle announced at dinner that he was now back to being Jory. 

"Why?"  I asked.

"I like being Jory and the kids have finally forgotten all that nickname stuff," he responded. 

Jory did like his name and he was just as unique, a one of a kind person.  He went through school being the only Jory in his class and school, and celebrated his nonconformist name and personality with a huge smile, a silly wave, and a "Howdy, I'm Jory!"  He was secure within himself and proceeded happily through life as a free spirit.

When Sam brought home the first Macintosh 512, Jory was in heaven.  He was curious and intuitive, learning how to navigate the computer and put it to use.  Jory's computer skills seemed limitless and in no time, to our chagrin, he was taking apart computers and putting them back together again.  He became the family guru, teaching us all new things that could be done with a computer.  With access to the Internet, his creativity soared.  One day he announced that he had created a website for himself.  He had acquired the domain name of jory.org and had set out to find other people named Jory.  Soon he had assembled a long list of people from all over the world who had joined his webpage by listing their name, how it was spelled, and how their parents chose that name for them.  One Jory wrote that his parents eliminated vowels and consonants until all that was left was J-O-R-Y.

Jory Vinikour at the harpsichord.

From that list, two Jorys stand out and remained in touch with him throughout his life.  The first was Jory Vinikour, a musician, like himself.  That Jory is a concert harpsichordist and an international conductor of classical music and opera.  The two Jorys would get together whenever they could.  The last time was in November, 2015, when Jory Vinikour was conducting an opera in Bergen and Jory Prum came from Oslo to attend his performance.

Joryville Park in Oregon

The second Jory is not one person, but a whole family with the surname Jory.  The family consisted of pioneers who crossed the U.S. in covered wagons along the Oregon Trail to settle in the Willamette Valley in Oregon in the late 1800s.  There they flourished as farmers and ranchers.

Someone in the family signed up on Jory's webpage and a wonderful relationship sprouted.  They invited Jory to the Jory family reunion in Joryville Park.  When he told us that he was going, we thought that he was crazy, but he went anyway and was welcomed by the family.  They met in the park, took him into their homes, and fed him.  He described how multi-generations of Jorys gathered, all strangers to him.  With his broad grin and silly wave, and customary "Howdy," he met them all. 

"What's your name?" they asked.

"Jory," he replied.

"We know that," they responded, "we're all Jorys, but what's your name?"

Jory Pioneer Cemetery Monument

They accepted him into their fold and from then on, he returned every time the Jory Family gathered for a reunion.  At one homecoming, he was elected to the Jory Family Association Board of Trustees, which governs the historic Jory Pioneer Cemetery.  Among the graves, are the grandparents of 1930-60's actor Victor Jory.

Jory at Jorplace

Jory Coastal Syrah Wine

In his travels, he discovered the Jory Winery in Los Gatos, California.  He visited and bought a case of Jory labeled Coastal Syrah, which be brought as gifts to friends when invited to dinner.  Wherever he went, Jory was thrilled to find signs of his name.  He proudly took photos and posted them on Facebook.

COMMENTS:  

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Jory K. Prum 

http://articles.latimes.com/1998/jun/28/magazine/tm-64194

June 28, 1998

  

I've gotten my fair share of teasing as a result of my name--"Jory-Pory" and such--but I've always been glad to have an unusual name. In fact, while most of the kids I grew up with were named Mike, Steven or Lori (with one spelling or another for "individualism"), I was quite content not to be one of them.      Jory K. Prum

Jory Vinikour

It's funny, of course, how irritated I was to have a "different" name as a kid - and a name chosen only because my father heard it somewhere and liked it - but how I have enjoyed having a name that is not so everyday as an adult. Obviously, your Jory and I delighted in getting to go out with a group of friends to heighten a real sense of Jory-ness.

I am quite sure that your wonderful Jory found me. I think he had a "Jory" page. We found that we had a lot in common, and we became very good friends. He was enormously supportive of my career, and I got to hear about his exciting projects nearly two years ago in Norway, where I saw Jory several times over my two month stay.

I am heartbroken to learn of the passing of my dear friend, Jory Prum. A wonderful guy, one of a kind, as comfortable with my opera friends as he was in the heavy metal scene.  Sending you consolations. I can't believe that I am mourning this great guy - we were hanging out in Bergen, Norway just months ago. I got him opera tickets (he loved it). He had such great projects coming. Everybody loved him.

Your wonderful son is constantly in my thoughts. My heart goes out to you, Leslye and Sam. I just can't believe that this wonderful and vivid person, the embodiment of kindness and creativity, is gone. . . . It goes without saying that your son's memory burns bright in my heart. He was a wonderful man, loved by all who met him.

Michelle Jory

Dear Family and Friends: please see information below regarding the services and contributions in memory of our good friend, Jory Prum.  Many of us remember Jory from our reunions.  The brilliant sound engineer from California, Jory only by first name.  Found by accident, he embraced our invitation to come to our reunions, serve on our Association Board. Many friendships were made with him in Joryville Park and continued up to his too early passing.  I encourage any of you to extend a note to his family to let them know what he meant to ours, share photos and memories.  If you are more comfortable including your sentiment with others, I am happy to pass that along, just send me a note.  Now is the time to remember this kind and very funny man fondly.

Jory Hill Rd. leading to Joryville Park

I met this wonderful man many years ago when he first came to our Jory Family Reunion, with a bottle of Jory wine to share.  His stories, his humor, his easy way with all of us made him a hit and we never let him go.  He even agreed to serve on our Board --and you know how busy he is--making time in his life for our conference calls and emails, our endlessly infuriating issues. 

He told me once that he was honored to be considered a Jory.  He thought it was cool to be able to trace our roots, have a place uniquely ours, and secretly, I think he loved that everything already had his name on it.  We were proud to call him one of our own.  He is so greatly missed.

Jory walked with me through our park once, speaking so lovingly of his own family.  Thank you for bringing him to this world, raising him, sharing him with all of us.  Please consider yourselves our family, too.  Come visit the people and the place that loved your son, too.

Madeline

I just read and loved your blog. I can relate to having a unique name. My name is more popular now, but growing up, I too was called a lot of different names. I really enjoyed getting to know Jory in your blog and I look forward to reading future blogs. I know there's a wonderful story to be told. Thank you for giving us all the opportunity to know Jory better.

Melissa 

What a beautiful and generous way to honor your son, and give us, his adoring fans (friends), Jory Prum stories to hold in our hearts! I had totally forgotten about his adventures to Oregon, for the gathering of all Jory's! I can hear his voice in your words.

Vicki

I think of him often and it is always bittersweet. The memory of his soul and creative spark is what I will always keep close to my heart.  The sparkle in his eyes and the way they would squint because his smile took up so much real estate.  

Martha

Joryville is in Salem, Oregon about 45 minutes from Portland. We will have to visit that place soon.

Veronica 

Somehow in all the pondering of selecting a unique name for Jory you both imprinted in this name the spirit and soul of a uniquely and free spirited human being who was loved by many.  As a Spanish speaker, I was amused and understood the new twist given to Jory's name.

Tammie 

Thank you for writing and sharing this.  It's nice to close the loop and understand how Jory's name evolved over the years.  I had never understood the "why" behind his change name early in life, nor his decision to go back to Jory after some years.

Elizabeth

I make an appearance! That was an unexpected treat. I have a student named Jori right now. Every time I see him (including today!), I think of Jory and smile. (I have the same reaction when I see our shared spirit Muppet Cookie Monster.)

Erin
This was a pleasure to read but also heart wrenching to know he's no longer with us. I met Jory as we commenced 7th grade. Must have been when he reverted back to "Jory." 

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