Today, the memorial of Saint George, is a day that gets me thinking about my name. You see, my father was George William:
His father was George Arthur:
His father was George:
His father was Ambrose:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7nrC5y2FXEcNh4lwsGd5ZjrecY438kBceN0_xJkIqAiv8W3iz56zCMBQF92g_IK6qVzas5U_UdI4MChlMrVsoB93zxafJDKIdjXcb1w_6pN_96Iv_q52E6qtwU4mQBmJzY-t/s400/Ambrose+Zehnle+and+Family.jpg) |
Ambrose is seated, with the white beard. |
The point I am making is that I should have been named George, in keeping with three generations of tradition. I should have been George IV. Instead, I was given the name Daren, the reason for which I have never asked.
Father, nice collection of family pics. Can't help but notice that you bear a strong resemblance to your dad!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Steve!
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