The other day I shared a trio of given names favored by my Walton ancestors.
So imagine my surprise the first time I saw my maternal grandfather’s birth certificate:
I knew Grandpa as John George Walton. He signed everything John G. Walton.
My mother thought her father’s name had once been George John Walton, but his mother called him Johnny. Pretty soon that’s what everybody called him and the name-reversal stuck.
My late half first cousin twice-removed, a kindred spirit and avid genealogist surmised the following:
Great-grandmother Hannah was a Swedish immigrant with a strong accent. Her husband was James. Knowing her propensity for adding “e” to names (Johnny for example), she may have called her husband Jimmy.
Toss into the mix an immigrant records clerk and we have dad’s name, occupation (ern worker for iron worker), and place of birth (England rather than the Isle of Man) jumbled together.
And Grandpa’s name? Whether it was supposed to be George or John, we’ll never know for sure.