I really dislike when people can’t be bothered to name their child anything at all, they look out of the window and hit on Sky, River, Tree, Summer, Autumn. Just think of a name for the poor child.
@Lyn My two boys are named Rowan and Linden - quite literally the names of the trees outside the window at conception.
(Linden is what we call the lime tree in the US, but since Rowan was born in Surrey he is Rowan rather than the American 'mountain ash').
In Napoleonic times the Dutch people were pressed to adopt second names to help implement a taxation regime. The protest surnames are still found in some rural areas including ‘One Cow’ and ‘Quickshit’.
Similarly in rural China there was a custom of giving your child a scatalogical name on the basis that when the gods descended to take a child up to heaven they’d avoid one with such an ugly name.
At my works-based retirement party a colleague commented they’d heard someone in reception and knew immediately it was a friend of mine because “you’re the only member of staff who’d know such posh people.”
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We decided not to call our daughter Ullapool.
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I'm often told I've got an odd one, someone once asked if I was Canadian! My accent isn't the same as my brothers and sisters which is rather strange.
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(Linden is what we call the lime tree in the US, but since Rowan was born in Surrey he is Rowan rather than the American 'mountain ash').
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.