Does the origin of a name in the UK cause consternation among the population?
OK, then. Lady Chance’s was, by background Northern Irish. He was raised outside of Belfast someplace. Born in the 1920s he grew up on a farm out there somewhere and emigrated to the United States in his early 20s, I think, to join the Army and get an education. I imagine that educational opportunities for him were limited back home.
This is to give you all some background. He’s been dead for years, in any event.
But he has a sister. Aunt of Lady Chance and elderly at this point. She spent some time in Ireland but grew up in England near Reading for most of her childhood through the 20s. Now she snowbirds between England and Florida. More power to her.
Here’s where I’m going with this:
At my brother-in-laws wedding last year we got to sit with Dorothy (the aunt) and her husband. It was the first time we’d seen each other since the funeral of her brother (Lady Chance’s father) in 2000. At that point she’d met our oldest, named Kathleen, by the was when Kathleen (called Kate) was about 2 months old.
So now, in 2009, we see her and she meets our youngest, then four, who is named Gwendolyn. Gwen, for short.
Dorothy gets really hung up on the fact that we hung a ‘welsh’ name on the littlest Chance. We apparently did well with an Irish name for the older child but it was unsettling and apparently unbelievable to her that we would have done something so strange as to choose a Welsh name for Gwen.
That got Lady Chance and I wondering this morning. How much does such naming patterns matter to folks in the UK and Ireland? If we should relocate their would Gwen face a stigma for having a Welsh name? It is surreal to us, as Americans, that it would matter at all. But clearly there’s something to it for Dorothy.
Truly, I’m reminded of the song ‘The Orange and the Green’ wherein a Irishman’s father was protestant and his mother was catholic. “To my father I was William while my mother called me Pat”

