There was a time last night when every ten minutes my wife emerged from writing Christmas cards in the den to ask about the spelling of names.
The younger generation in our family has a higher percentage of unusual names.
On the other hand, if we go several generations back, then we're into the territory of Wiley, Earl, Isaac, Ellsworth, Beulah, Ella, Rensler, Maryl, Herman, and Conrad. [A few of the better ones were borrowed by the younger generation of Wades.]
Many of those were hardy names that evoked a no la-de-dah lifestyle where if you got three hots and a cot you were happy and heaven was no longer having to beat your laundry against a rock.
So far, Apple and Saint have not been appeared.
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