I know someone who had two children. She decided on names without knowing the gender, so she picked gender neutral names.
I knew a man named Joseph John Higgons. He married a woman named Jenetta Jean (really). Last I heard they had five children all with two names starting with J.
It’s a little early and a small sample size but I have a former co-worker with a toddler named Scarlet and her brother, expected in several months, is to be named Crimson. So I jokingly asked if any future children would continue the red theme; Brick, Burgundy or Ruby, perhaps. He hasn’t replied, so I may have pissed him off.
I knew a Garnet so theres that.
Vermilion would be a good option.
Good for a red shade. Bad for a person’s name.
Like many others mentioned, my three brothers and I all have names starting with the same first letter. Our parents didn’t start out trying to be cute; the first three of us they picked names they liked and when #4 came along they thought “Crap, we can’t stop now!”
I knew several families growing up who did something similar.
An acquaintance told me (in a HIPPA safe manner, really) of some patients whose kids were named after the cars they were conceived in.
I wondered if they were pulling her leg, or she ours, but in a local playground one day, a young girl told my daughter, “my name’s Corolla, and that’s my brother Supra.”
(Car companies and eras have been changed to protect the innocent.)
Pretty safe bet none of their kids was going to be named “Isetta”!
I had to google “Isetta,” to understand what you meant. (My automotive knowledge has more gaps than substance.) But yeah, it would take a couple of contortionists. A couple of small contortionists !
I always wonder how such parents know exactly where a child was conceived. They must keep better records of all their sex acts than I’ve ever done.
Off topic: for my first child, conception was random, she turned out to be a girl. For my second, I used an app to track my wife’s ovulation cycle, trying to get the right date (using the Shettle’s method), and was especially romantic on that day.
It worked, although, at best it is estimated to have a 70% rate of success. But our gynae told me about it in the first place…
Hence I do remember the occasion of conception quite clearly.
I think I mentioned upthread, all my (Catholic) father’s siblings were named after saints. My siblings generation are also named after saints, and my children, by proxy, also named after saints.
One is named after my father, one is named after my godmother.
By complete coincidence, though, my brother, my sister and I each have a name with a silent “h” - Michael, Anthony and Theresa.
And another K names. When I was growing up a neighbor had six kids, all starting with K.
my mother and her siblings. 3 with “m” names, number 4… “k” name.
Or maybe they don’t have as many . . um . . instances to keep track of as you do.
We prefer “Differentlyabledvetzer”.
In grade school I had a friend named C.D. - - and for the next ten years, I really thought he’d been named ‘Seedy’.
Until sometime in high school, his dad got mad and yelled “Craig Dorworth, you get over here!”
I am an ex-food stamp worker. A young, single mother I interviewed more than once had Imperious, Adrania, Tyrael and Jarad.
I had to look this up. These are characters in the video game World of Warcraft (or maybe Diablo?). Correct me if I’m mistaken.
My mother tried to: I’m the oldest and the next youngest sib has the same initials as me. The next next youngest was supposed to carry on the “tradition,” but it didn’t happen. The last youngest was going to have the same initials as next next, but that idea, thankfully, died on the vine.
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