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Many of us find ourselves longing for a connection to something, or someone from the days we cannot touch; sometimes inspired by a photograph or a scrap of withering notation we found tucked away between the pages of a book in a long-forgotten trunk, or some emotion we cannot ignore. There seems to be a common thread that connects us all to the past; be it a name, an expression, or a geographical placement in this timeline we call mortality. Whatever it is that connects us, and draws our thoughts and hearts to one another, seems to be the passion that brings us to this blogging thing. My hope for any connection leads me to share with you some commonalities in blogging, daring to claim a place among the great writers; but if nothing more than my own journaling, it will be a tangible way for me to make sense of my own individuality, vulnerabilities, and emotions as I continue on this journey called life. I hope this blog may encourage and uplift.

Friday, August 31, 2012

What's in A Name

I've been attending to my sewing business this week, after a busy two or so weeks of research on the net. I am glad to have varied interests, as burn-out is inevitable for me, for I tend to be like a dog with a bone, in any thing I endeavor.
 How I enjoy a mystery, but better still, to solve it! Family Research is rewarding to that degree; however,  when chasing after a William Patterson born in Pennsylvania  the road forks off in so many directions, I tend to be like Hansel and Gretel without the bread crumbs! Finding my way back to the original quest, after leads gone astray, can be daunting, leaving me with an overwhelming recognition that there is more to the story than just a name.  
Years ago, I learned that there is a naming pattern for certain cultures. For the Scottish folks, the pattern goes like this:
 First Son is named for the Father's Father
Second Son is named for the Mothers Father
Third Son is named for the Father's Grandfather, Fraternal
Fourth Son is named for the Mothers Grandfather, Maternal
Fifth Son is named for the Fathers Grandfather, Maternal
Sixth Son is named for the Mothers Grandfather, Fraternal
Seventh thru tenth Sons are named for the Fathers Great Grandfathers
Tenth thru Fourteenth Sons for the Mothers Great Grandfathers

First Daughter is named for the Mothers mother
Second Daughter is named for the Fathers Mother, Maternal
Third Daughter is named for the Mothers Grandmother, Fraternal
Fourth Daughter is named for the Fathers Grandmother, Fraternal
Fifth Daughter is named for the Mothers Grandmother, Maternal
Sixth Daughter is named for the Fathers Grandmother
Seventh thru tenth Daughter are named for the Mothers, Maternal Great Grandmothers
Tenth Thru fourteenth Daughter for the Fathers Great Grandmothers

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So, when searching for familial patterns in my own lineage, I have tried to determine whether these patterns have continued here in America, or followed after a more conventional approach.Once upon a time,  I stumbled upon a distant relative's personal recollections, or rather her version of how her family arrived in their final resting place 6 feet under in Seal Rock, Lincoln County, Oregon. She mentioned that her grandfather, Cabell Adair Breckenridge Patterson was the son of William Patterson, and that the tradition handed down in Their family, was that "the oldest son is always named  "Wm"", emphasizing that her "grandpa was named "Cab", because he wasn't the oldest son". I have followed after her leads, this many years, and up to now, have believed I was traveling down the right road. Now, after examining a census record for Fayette County, Kentucky, where I have just determined by careful examination that my William Patterson was residing near a Richard Patterson in the 1830 census, I am not too sure where that tradition started. I will continue to approach the search with this tradition in mind, but I might now consider that there could be a William "Something" Patterson that I am searching for, and that possibly the census record could be sharing the secret of a middle name, in disguise as a first given name. Much for Pondering; and then on again to chase after a very elusive clue. Till Next Time


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