From the desk of EnoggEggbert
Welcome to EnoggEggbert.com!
What is EnoggEggbert? It’s a blog, indeed. But what’s an EnoggEggbert? What’s it going to “be,” you may ask? What’s it going to “do”?
These are good questions.
Let’s start with the roots of EnoggEggbert. Every duck had to hatch from an egg. So here’s our hatching story:
Three little kids fueled a very active household. With two brothers and a younger sister, each a year apart, the world of curiosity was at their feet.
All three were intelligent, clever, and energetic and loved to go to the library – back when libraries were a thing.
They constantly checked out the same books. One book, a staple in their reading diet, had pages of unique tongue twisters. In particular, a tongue twister entitled EnoggEggbert caught their attention.
The three would repeatedly make their dad read their favorite tongue twisters and giggle in delight as he stumbled over the words. Eventually, their dad bought the book and read the children’s tongue twisters each night before bed.
When he read EnoggEggbert, they treated it with fresh excitement each time. They absorbed each stanza with wide-eye fascination. Unable to read, the youngest memorized the words, trying to keep up with her brothers, who could read.
EnoggEggbert’s name elicited peals of laughter from the children.
As older brothers will do, they shortened the name to Enogg and used it to nickname their younger sister. The brothers often used it in juvenile jests.
Being called Enogg in front of others was uncomfortable. She didn’t want others to hear them refer to her as Enogg unless they knew the tongue twister. After all, who would name their kid Enogg?
As time evolved, the nickname morphed into distant memories. The book slowly got old and torn. The children grew older. They moved to different states, went to college, traveled the world, experienced life’s ups and downs, had a few marriages (some more than others), and had their own families.
But those three kids could still remember their favorite tongue twister – EnoggEggbert. Even as the book succumbed to age, they could still rattle it off in nostalgic reverie.
Are you curious about the tongue twister?
OK. Here it is. Say it quickly if you dare.
EnoggEggbert ate an empty Eggshell
If EnoggEggbert ate an empty eggshell
Where’s the empty eggshell,
EnoggEggbert ate?
Crazy, huh?
Where did that empty eggshell go if EnoggEggbert ate it?
And, if you are the philosophical type, as a quirky tongue twister, it will leave you pondering hidden meanings. Where did the empty eggshell go if EnoggEggbert ate it? But it was empty… how did they eat an empty eggshell? It’s a puzzle, but so is EnoggEggbert, who regales you with her stories.
So that’s the history.
Kind of.
There’s more to the riddle. You’re invited to read the blog stories. Our welcome matt awaits your feet.
So, there you have it, for now.
Lovingly yours,
EnoggEggbert
PS – I’d like to credit the rhyme’s author, but the brothers think the name is misspelled and mispronounced. A child’s memorization skills are cosmogenic. If the book is ever found, I’d happily credit the author.
