The Name Game

Years ago I had read that Italian families name their first born son after one of his grandfathers.  In our family, in my generation, I can only think of two girls that were named after one of their grandparents.  In the younger generations I see numerous examples of children (not always the first-born) named after grandparents.

My parents did not follow this practice.  If they had then I would be named Cherubino Sgriccia or Only A. Sgriccia.  No – Only is not pronounced On-Lee.  Only is only pronounced one way.  Either name would have been ample ammunition for school yard pranks.  My Army Basic Training drill sergeant would have endless remarks about either name, too.

If a father calls his first born son after the child’s grandfather – let’s say Domenico – and the father’s brother calls his first born son after the same grandfather then we have two boys (cousins) named Domenico.  Could be confusing at times – especially 125 years later.  Our family has lots of duplicate names:  Tom, Joe, Mike, Mark and plenty of variations on Mary or Maria.

Back to the cousins named Domenico.  They are real people and share the following.

  • Last name:  Bonarrigo
  • Birth date:  Jan 27, 1893 and Jan 21, 1894
  • Born in tiny village of Gualtieri Sicamino in Sicily
  • Both emigrated to the USA
  • Both lived in Pennsylvania as coal miners

This is what drives amateur genealogists to drink – or at least to stay up way too late reading and re-reading documents trying to distinguish which documents belongs to which person.

So I ask my Detroit cousins:  which coal company did your grandfather work for?  The Rochester & Pittsburgh Coal Co. or the Russell Coal Co.?  Did your grandfather become a shoemaker by 1929?  Did your grandfather have siblings?  If yes, please name them.

 

Nothing but net.

The Dreyer’s Ice Cream Company is dropping the name of Eskimo Pie from one of their products.  Quaker Oats is dropping the name and image of Aunt Jemima.  Is Italian dressing next?  I do not really want to get into the middle of the current social reform debate, but….

I agree that the Aunt Jemima trademark needed change.  Probably should have been done 20 years ago.  Yet in the 1940s and 50s it was a valued message maker and not meant to be derogatory.  I would bet that many of you can smell fresh pancakes and taste the maple syrup right now.  I can.  Of course, I made pancakes this morning to prepare to  write this story.

Why am I writing about Aunt Jemima on a Family Tree Blog post?  Because she visited Screechie’s store in 1946.

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The woman was actress Gwendolyn Reed of Hartford, CT.  Reed was so good at playing Aunt Jemima — which she did from 1946 to 1964 — that when she put on that blue-and-white checkered dress with a matching hanky tied on her head like a halo, she reminded people of someone they knew.  After the weekend event The Indiana Gazette printed:

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Here is the entire full page ad…suitable for framing:

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Actors performing as a spokesperson for a product is not new and is more popular today than ever.  I saw a TV ad last week with Jennifer Garner promoting Neutrogena.  I don’t even know what that is but I ran out and bought some.  I paid for it with “What’s in my wallet”.  Of course, I obtained that credit card because Samuel L. Jackson told me to.  And you do not say “What?” to Samuel L. Jackson.  (Spoiler Alert:  Go watch the best scene in the movie Pulp Fiction).

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Sammy and me at the 2004 Ryder Cup

I hope Nike doesn’t get rid of Michael Jordan in their ads.  Some people say “White Men Can’t Jump”, but those people have never seen me after I lace up my “Air Jordans”. “Swish”.  Nothin’ but net.