Grandparents' names
 

What are your grandparents' names?

I heard that the most popular names cycle every 2-3 generations, so i would be interested in seeing if our grandparents names are among those currently seeing revival. Yup, I know we dwellars span a few generations and continents, but humor me, I love names.

Mine (all British)

Nancy
Philip
Florence (Flo)
Norman

Of those, I'd say only Nancy has been used with any popularity recently and that here in the US -it seems to be one of those names popular in all generations. Maybe except the current brood.

Irene
Robert
Florence Virginia (she went by Virginia)
Myron

William, Florence, Dean and Effie Sue.

Ha! Three granny Florences!

I know! Isn't that neat? Great thread mon!

Miriam
Victor
Anne
Idk

Idk, was he Checkoslovakian? ;)

Maury(Grampy)
Catherine(Grammy)
James(sir not appearing in this film)
Elizabeth (Hattie)

wow, yes, that's fantastic. my grandma Flo was the one who died a few years ago. i think I posted the eulogy i wrote that they refused to read at the funeral even though I couldn't be there.....

she was a total trooper and loved to travel, especially to the USA. she left us a small amount of money for fun, so we used it to pay for a helicopter tour over the grand canyon two years ago. :)

she often painted her house (inside) and varnished her piano, but never dusted first, so there were always interesting textures to be found :) She was widowed when my dad was young so she worked full-time and learned to be very practical

Isabel (#4 today), Arthur, Margaret, Joseph

(I almost had an Idk too -I had to look up her husband's name (Norman), I couldn't remember it off the top off my head -he was never in my life and she was the paternal -so once-a-month- grandma.)

Joseph is pretty popular currently isn't it? I know quite a few Margarets (Maggies) too, but I suspect that's a pretty steadfast one here in the US?

I don't know my great-grandparents' names. For one side I have a geneology, so I could look it up, but I don't think I have it for my mom's side.

I never met my grandmother Flo, because she died in a buggy accident about . . . 35 years before I was born.

just regular grandparents will do

was just thinking about it

Oh. I know philip's mom was Anita (Nita) because she was "great granny Gee" and I had to go visit her in the old folks' home. Actually I had to visit her before then when she was still in her house. she served tinned salmon and tinned tangerine segments and raspberries in syrup. and had a muddy dingy basement (unusual in UK)

Miriam's parents were Ethel and Calvin

Aloys was my great grandfather on dad's side. He came over from Switzerland, and started a cigar shop in the town where I now live. I can't think of any more of them right now.

eta: I just found his name on the ancestry DOT com site. You have to pay to get more info.

Calvin's pretty popular now.

Ethel will never be revived imo

Mother's Side - Virginia & Thomas Corcoran

Father's Side - Ruth & Herbert Ireland

Herbert's parents were Florence & Ralph Ireland

Ralph's parents were Lucy and Ephram Ireland


These are the only blood-related grandparents I ever knew.

I've got some step-grandparents too

how funny that Florence is the only repetition so far, and it's appeared 4 times!

Except for Radar's grandmother Virginia. That's what my grandma went by...she liked her middle name more than her name Florence. So that one was kind of repeated.

ha! my Flo's middle name was May. For the month she was born in.

So much for expecting a crapload of johns and marys.....

Never had a grandma Flo. Aunts, now ...

Esther (great-grandma dad's side. not blood-relative because she adopted my grandpa)
Edward (dad's dad)
Theola - but she was really named Mabel, Theola isn't even a middle name. She never new she was Mabel until she was 60 or so. (dad's mom)
William Rogers who went by Roger or Bill (mom's dad)
Walter (step-pa on mom's side, one I knew)
Beulah (mom's mom)
Oba (mom's g-pa on her dad's side)
A (mom's great uncle)
Peanuts (my great uncle, dad's side)
Rosie Inez (mom's g-ma. There is a family legend that a famous wild-west gang stopped at her home when she was 7-9yrs old and that she was the only one at the house. She made 'em lunch)
Thats all I know

Well here, let me help you with that:

Mary - Mom's mom
John - Mom's dad
John - Mom's stepdad
Marion - Dad's mom
John - Dad's dad
Mary - Mom's aunt
John - Mom's uncle (to be fair he went by Jack)

my dad's side:

aunt May
aunt Izzie
aunt Ellen
Uncle Willie

mom's side:
aunt Mary
.....shit i have no idea if there are more great aunts or uncles on that side....

literally lolled. loudly. beest was quite disturbed

Oh crap, I forgot one! (yes, seriously!)

Mary - Mom's stepmom


My mom used to joke that they should have named me Mary, because then everyone would think I'd been named after them.

Happy now monnie?

Four!

Florence & Noah (dad's side)
Kathryn & Carl (mom's side)

Bonus: dad's aunts & uncles: Arthur, Everett, Edith, Prater, Max, Mamie, Letha, Lillie, Zeb, Ethel

Thomas & Christine
Warren & Grace

Beryl
William
John
Isabel

(Rosemary was really popular in our family tree, all the way through, and John....so much so, I had oodles of trouble with the tree and which branches which Rose/John needed to be on)

Some very cool names here *grins* I particularly like Florence.

Hmm. Let me think:

Denzel Frank - Went by Denzel (Paternal Grandfather)
Patricia - went by Pat (Paternal Grandmother)
Samuel - went by Sam (Maternal Grandfather)
Eleanor - went by Nellie (Maternal Grandmother)

Don't know my great grandparents names, but could probably get them.

I also had a Great Aunt Chrissie and a Great Aunt Lizzie on mum's side.

Daisy May
Alice Jessie
William Harold
James Arthur

James, John and Edward are rampant in my family though. To the extent it's always been Big Jim, Little Jim, Johnny, Uncle John, Cousin Ted etc etc - they all have to have an honorific to identify them.

Dads is Peter John William for example.

Oh my. I named my car Daisy Mae. :)

Virginia (dad's mom)
Emil (dad's dad)
dad was raised by his gramma Kate (went by T)
Margaret (mom's mom - went by Daisy)
Wally (mom's dad)

Just asked Dad - of course Nanny Robinson was Margaret. I never even thought of that. One of many Margarets in his family, hence Daisy. That side of the family were dead before I was born (Dad was so much younger than his brothers, and they lived in the East End during the war - the family was decimated by the Blitz), so I have little knowledge of them.

Alice was a name on both sides of my Mum's family - Great Aunt Alice (who died last year and had the same standing as a Grandparent in my life) was called Lal by the older generation of the family, because there were so many Alices. That name has definitely swung round - my best friend has a beautiful daughter called Alice, with red-gold hair.

Mom's mom - Jenny (not short for anything, just Jenny)
Mom's dad - Abraham


My father's parents were idiots as was he and i don't remember their names.

Wait, I forgot another Florence in that generation... my maternal grandmother's sister.

Visalakshi and Narasingha (mother)
Ratna and Chidambar (father)
We're not getting any repeats on those, I betcha.

Are any of those Indian for Florence?

No, Mary and John.

Maternal grandparents I never knew

Paternal were Pearl and Raymond.

Interestingly, my father was born on the same date as HIS father, so he was also named Raymond. I, of course, had to be born only two days earlier, on the 19th, so I got stuck with Brian. I shoulda been Raymond the Third. It sounds so much more regal.

Also, I always got gypped on presents...I either got a b-day present that "covered Xmas too" or nothing on my b-day but a promise to "make it up to me" a week later. Phooey.

Yeah, both my parents were born on Dec 27th. My mother said she was 35 before she got a birthday present that wasn't wrapped in Christmas paper.

Not to Brits -Whatever the Third is slang for poop (rhymes with turd)

you think you were gypped.... my birthday is in Sep and i got presents that were marked birthday and Christmas.....

me too.

Paternal grandparents: Fernando and Lidya Ibet (It was supposed to be Lydia Yvette but my great-grandmother was not the best at spelling. Or record-keeping -- nobody was ever quite sure when my grandmother's birthday was.) Lidya's parents were Felipe and Catalina, and her brothers (my great-uncles) were Ramon and Roberto.

Maternal grandparents: Nicolas and Aracelli. Nicolas (who my brother was named after) had a mother named Juliana, but my mom doesn't know what his father's name was. Aracelli's parents were Tomas and Leonila. My mom is named after her grandmother Leonila.

Sadie
Newton

Susan
Chester


Maiden surnames are Irish / Irish Cherokee on the Dawes roll.
Surnames are English


ps. beautiful names chocolatl

Has anybody told the Prince of Wales about this? Isn't he in line to be King Charles III?

Paternal:
Ferdinand Roderick
Wilhelmina Mathilda

Maternal:
Adolph Leopold
Genevive Louise

Talk about two couples who matched each other so well, and were the polar opposites of their in-laws.

'Grandfather Ferdinand', as he insisted he be called, was the head of his house, and there could be no questioning of his decisions. Lunch was to be served at noon, not 11:55, not 12:05. Dinner was to on the table at 6:30 SHARP. He was a railroad timekeeper, and heaven help you if you fell behind schedule. He was a sharpshooter in WW1. I guess precision was his thing.

'Grandmother Wilhelmina', as 'Grandfather Ferdinand' insisted she be referred to as, was a quiet, almost mousey woman, who almost has to ask his permission to speak, was his arranged marriage. She served his every whim, without question.

She died back in 1979, massive heart attack. She keeled right over while setting the table. After the funeral, he disappeared, and for a week, no one could find him. It finally dawn on my father to check the mausoleum. It seems 'Grandfather Ferdinand' broke the lock, sat with her coffin for a while, and then used his .38 to end his life.

Going through his personal effects, Dad found a picture of them taken in 1975. He's pretty sure it's the only one of them together.

Gramma Jen, however, was a burlesque dancer at the beginning of the century. If there was a joke she didn't know, I can't think of it. She had, quite possibly, millions of them. I saw a picture of her when she was 20 or 21, and might I say, Goddamn. And she had no bounderies. At 80, she had no problem walking into a lingerie store and asking the salesgirl which underwear was easiest to wash the cum out of after a gangbang. I'm not sure she was kidding...

Grandpa Addie was an accountant at the hall where she danced. He was 'well-known' among the dancers. Why, I can't figure out. If Drew Carey and Gilbert Gottfried had a lovechild, Grandpa Addie would be that child. But, according to Gramma Jen, it would seem that he was, in her own words, a 'fuck machine'. And if you think it's odd to see those words, imagine them coming from a woman who looked and sounded like Carole Channing.

When Grandpa Addie was diagnosed with diabetes, the doctors had to begin amputating, starting at his toes. Everytime an operation happened, Gramma Jen would say, "God is getting you for every whore you fucked while I was on stage." and Grandpa Addie would reply, "I was only practicing for you."

When he didn't say anything after they took what was left of his left leg (his right leg was already gone), she knew the end was near. Two weeks later, he passed in his sleep. She was there right to the end.

One time, someone asked Grandpa Addie why we called him 'Grandpa Addie'.
"Because 'Grandpa Subtractie' would be stupid".
And he used to claim that 'Grandfather Ferdinand' wrote the train schedules for Hitler.

Gramma Jen slipped into senile dementia, and cancer took her eyes.
Her last words were "I miss Addie."
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That was cathartic. Thanks for listening.

Thanks for telling. :thumb:

I second that thanks. You could make that into a movie. A wonderful, beautiful, make you laugh and tear your heart out arthouse movie.

Wonderful, CG! They came alive again, just for a few minutes.

Thanks.
Every now and then, I get to thinking about them, and I realize how much I miss them.

My wife has two interesting stories about her progenitors. Names are witheld.

Male relative was a senior officer in the Mexican army, in charge of the payroll. His group was attacked, he was injured on his head, causing amnesia. He still managed to retain the money, and was nursed to health and eventual memory recovery by some women, who did not take the money. When he remembered what happened, he knew he couldn't go back or he'd be shot on sight, so he changed his name and fled to the US, thus establishing the family here.

Another came to Mexico with Maximilian. One day he saw a lovely Indian woman. He fell in love and simply rode up and grabbed her and took off with her.

Some of Mary's distant relatives lived through the Pancho Villa days. Those stories are still told. I''m told that sometimes women are still taken and gotten pregnant in lieu of marriage.

Interesting stuff, it's better when the loved one tells it.

is this not the most classic example of thread-drift :lol: (awesome and not-resented thread dirft, but.... :lol:)

WARNING: This is a long post :P Decided to adopt Ghost's strategy for catharsis. It's a long time since I lost my maternal grandparents. I loved them a lot. And still miss them. They held the family together. We only really started to split off into our separate little units after they died. Don't feel you have to read this. It was more that i wanted to write it. Talking about their names made me think about them.


My maternal grandmother (Nellie) and my maternal Grandpa (Sam) fell in love, but this was a problem as Sam was a catholic and Nellie a protestant. They eloped and married in secret. Nellie's family were strict. She wasn't allowed books: they were a waste of time and inappropriate. A sympathetic teacher used to let her sneak to her house and read the books in her library. She always loved stories. She was clever and creative. Sam was a dreamer and a romantic. Always had a tall tale to tell.

Though both were from comfortable families, they had a hard time. Sam spent some time in the merchant navy. After the war Salford was poor. They raised six kids (and an adopted child who was killed in a road accident when he was 11). One of the kids was epileptic: a dirty family secret at the time. For much of that time they lived in a two bedroom flat. The kids bedroom had a sheet hung down the middle of it to split the boys from the girls (for decency). Very little food. Nellie used to take in piece work. Sam was a dreamer who always had some scheme on the go. They could ony afford a few cloth nappies and had to be sparing with the fire. Nellie sometimes dried the clean nappies by wrapping them round her waist to dry with her body heat.

By the time Ma was hitting her teens they'd moved into a house...with actual carpets. But she remembers winters using coats as extra blankets. A sofa that had collapsed but couldn't be replaced, stuffed with newspapers to propr up the seat.

When Sam and Nellie were first married and she was expecting their first child, Sam made her a stool to sit on when she was doing piece work. He used pieces of tea-crate and some stool legs he'd found on a tip. I have it now in my bedroom with a lamp on it. He made it in the 30s.

Mum remembers sitting out on the steps with her sister Stella and their best friend. Their best friend was a little better off than them, and used to have fruit. She'd eat her apple and then let Stell and mum share the core.

They were pretty open minded. When Ma turned up with her new boyfriend (aged 16) and he turned out to be a black guy, they didn't blink. Just invited him in for tea and nothing was said.

Sam and Nellie loved each other, but tough times made for a tough life. They had their troubles. Later when thngs eased off, and when the kids began to fly the nest they rediscovered their love. In later years they took a trip together to New Zealand. They were closer than ever. Sam was gentle and funny. Nellie a good humoured woman who always had time for grandkids and always had a book half-read on the arm of her chair. But their eldest child never left the nest. The epilepsy drugs had sent him a little strange. Agorophobia from his 20s onwards meant he never left the house. He got in between them a lot.

When I was little Nellie was the undisputed matriarch of the family. Every Boxingday we'd all go there for a big family get together. All us kids would do a 'turn' and she'd give us all prizes. The girls all got the same thing (I remember a brush and mirror set) and the boys would all get a boy-gift. One year my 13 year old cousin Shirl shocked everybody by doing a 'striptease' to music, down to her bikini.

They were devastated when their youngest son died of a brain haemmorhage weeks before his 39th birthday. After that Nellie often saw a seagull in the skies above her. She said it was Daves spirit watching over her. He'd been a merchant seaman like his dad.

Uncle Al was still living with them when Sam had his first stroke. And then his second and his third and his fourth. Speech therapists tried to help, but the fourth stroke robbed him of his ability to talk. A story teller silenced. Then came the heart attacks. Sam was in a bad way. Nellie began to get forgetful. She was diagnosed with Alzheimers. She had lucid times and not so lucid. She described it like looking at the world through an ever lengthening dark tunnel. She was very scared. They still loved each other.

Years followed with the grown kids taking turns at the house. Nellie always loved the seaside. Even when she was so far gone she barely registered the journey, she'd calm when she saw the sea.

Eventually she cuoldn't live at home. She'd turn on the gastaps on the cooker and then wander off without lighting them. She kept re-reading the same Catherine Cookson novel; only ever getting a little way in before she'd forget and it would be a new book to her again. The kids found a home for her. And visited every day. Nellie had taken on that preternatural strength of dementia. She wandered in the night and one time ripped a radiator from the wall of the home. When mum visited she pleaded to go home. Said men came in the night and took her to a room to be tortured and raped. Begged and screamed. Shouted vile insults. Sometimes recognised her sometimes thought she was her mum. One night she went to sleep and didn't wake up. She had a slight smile on her face. We believe a kindl;y nurse may have helped her on the way.

Sam went downhill fast. He had another two strokes and went into hospital. Another heart attack followed. Then another. He was at deaths door three times. The priest was called for the last rites on each occasion.

He was so frightened. He'd never been back to church after he and Nellie had eloped. He hadn't been welcome at first. After that he'd been angry. he died convinced he was going to Hell.

Nellie had been cremated. And the ashes kept. We'd been told we couldn't bury them together. When Sam was buried we put Nellie's favourite teddy bear, the one she'd kept with her during her last years in the home, into his coffin with him. Nobody but us knew that Nellie's ashes were in that Teddy. She has no gravestone. No record of where she's buried. But we made sure they were together at the end. As secretly as they'd married.

Paternal: Jesse Thomas,
Lora Lynn

Maternal: George Washington,
Anna Mae