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Favorite Name: Week 6 of #52ancestors

 One of the things I like about genealogy is all the names. I'm a credits junkie: I like to watch movie and TV show credits to spot interesting names.

 I began with someone else in mind, but then I realized it had to be Nonomoe Glenn. I never heard a story about her name, but the first four children were girls: Mary, Amber, Euphemia, and Joy. I can only surmise that when a fifth girl was born, their father said "No! No more!"  But who knows. They did go on to have two sons after that.

 My first thought was a pair of sisters who are cousins of Nonomoe. I think their names are just captivating: Daisie and Delilah Freshwater. They sound like a sunny meadow in springtime.

In both cases they had a maternal grandparent who was a sibling of my great-great-grandmother Minerva Breece. I've been to several Breece reunions, which included descendants of several of the 10 children encompassing Minerva and her siblings, but I don't recall any that were from either of these branches.

 Finally, I have a runner-up name that never existed.  My father's maternal grandfather is Montague Augustus Bailey, and my mother's maternal grandfather is Octavus Cicero Chambers. My parents used to joke that they were going to name me Augustus Cicero!

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