this photo was taken in 1910 and is of my great-grandfather (who I actually remember very well), my great-aunt (who I remember a little) and my grandmother... the baby (for whom I am named and loved and remember vividly).
My great-grandfather carried the same name as my oldest son, Big G (well, he wasn't called "Big G" but they share what the "G" stands for ;-) ). My father also had the same name. So Big G has this big joke going: A "G" had an "M" who had a "G" who had an "M" who had a "G"... and he wants to have a little girl when he becomes a daddy so he can name her "M" (well, what the "M" stands for).
I tried letting him know that it is a really hard name to carry through childhood... lots of teasing and misspellings. He doesn't care. I wonder what his wife will think.
So cool!! I seriously love finding out about my ancestors....so good to teach your kids about this stuff. Great job on your Wunning last week!
ReplyDeleteI think carrying a name through a family is such a perfect way to honour someone. (Of course, I say that because I've honoured and been honoured!)
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