Couglin: A Short Story

All of my family last name is congolese heritage and some of my family first name as well. Also most of my family does not have the same last name as you can see by me being named Kalonda and my mother being Mundeke. None of the people interviewed knew what our last name mean or iif it had a speacial meaning behind it.My little sister and I took on my father last name. My brother kept my mother last name and one of my older sister has my grandmother last name. My older sister jocelyn explain to me that since she had a different father that her last name was after him, and she is married now so her last name is her husband name. My mother explain to me that her last name was very scared to her family and that the reason that she kept her last name.My mother say that in congo her grandparent did not have the last name mundeke. This is because in her culture you give people last name by people you hold dear like your boss, or friend that been very close to you. My sister Valiance says this is what happened to her that why her last name is neither my father or mothers. My Family is the first one in america so there has never been any changes to to our last name since

My name, Daryl Naquin, Jr., represents the fascinating social attitude that males are considered to be the carriers of the family legacy. I contribute to the trend that Virginia Postrel mentions of boys’ names changing slower due to the influence of custom. Unless I were to change my name in the future, which is highly unlikely, this social duty is something that I will inevitably carry out if I were to have a family of my own. I represent my dad, my family, our values, and our aspirations. Moreover, it is interesting to consider the belief across many cultures that one can “stain” the family

I was the baby of the family. I had four older siblings. I had two brothers: David and Stephen and two sisters: Dorothea and Sally.

Upon my arrival, I was met by a black female adult identified as Samantha Hicks. Samantha stated her daughter Summer Hicks(DOB:02/11/2005) had run away. Samantha went on to say that Summer had spent the night at a friends (Aliyah Hopkins DOB:06/08/2004) house on 05/11/2018 and was to return home on 05/12/2018. Samantha stated she last spoke to Summer on 05/12/2018 at about 1700 hours via telephone and Summer stated she had returned home. Samantha stated that she returned home at about 1730 hours and Summer was not home. Samantha told me that she spoke to Hopkins mother was informed that Hopkins had also run away. Samantha stated Summer has recently started acting out and not doing well in school. Samantha said that Summer had left a note and the note stated the following: I love you so much. I've been under a lot of stress lately. I know i have been making poor decisions and not doing as well in school. I really did try doing my best, I tried to make you proud, but when I tried my hardest for some reason it was not good enough. Don't worry about me I'll be ok.

She told me how one evening, the news were on and the reporter was interviewing a teenage girl-who looked to be around sixteen or seventeen of the African American race- who witnessed a murder. As the interview started, the teenager’s name appeared at the bottom of the screen and my mom decided that she should name her child that with it spelled the same (K. Walker). She even included the continuous pattern of I’s. Timsiha means “ram” and its origin is of African (Our Baby Namer). My mom was very skeptical into giving my dad the opportunity to give me my middle name but she went ahead and did it. My dad gave me my middle name, La’Tale. He felt as if it sounded good with Timisiha, so he settled for my middle name to be La’Tale (C. Walker). He never gave a solid reason as to where he got the name La’Tale from but I am pretty sure it was from a strange place. Walker is derived from the Middle English name walkcere which means “a fuller of cloth”. The Old English word for Walker is wealcan with the meaning of “to walk or tread” (About

My grandmother's name was inspired by her father's mother who was also called Maria and died days before she was born.

I was given the name Chase Andrew Miner. My mom had liked the name Chase and Chance, but she finally decided on Chase. While that decision wasn’t too hard for her to make, (at least she said it wasn’t) my last name, Miner, was an even easier decision. My mom was married to my dad and she took his last name, so the obvious last name would be Miner. My mom told me she had a really difficult time figuring out a middle name for me. She couldn’t find a name that fit in well. One day my aunt, Lori, called my mom and asked about the name Andrew. My mom had thought about it and she decided that that name fit. So from that day I was Chase Andrew Miner. The joke my mom says now is if she knew she’d have to chase me so much, she would have named me Slow. But word got around of what

My mother’s father’s mother, Obera Hill Hicks, was born on August 24, 1908, in Marietta, Texas. Her father, William F. Hill, was born in Georgia and was 31 years old when Obera was born. Her mother, Elizabeth Jane Hill Hicks, was born in Texas and was 32 years old when Obera was born. Obera was the youngest of 7 children. Robert O Hill was born in 1897, Charlie C Hill was born in 1899, Leon Hill was born in 1901, Mary Hill was born in 1903, Ennis A. Hill was born in 1905, Willie D. Hill was born in 1907, lastly was Obera.

My full name is Stanley Evans Fenelon. I believe I was named a mixed of my uncle and my father. My father’s name is Evans Fenelon and my uncle’s middle name is Stanley; but that’s all a theory. I’ve never had a conversation with my parents of how my name came about, but I’m pretty sure that’s how it was made. The uncle I grew up with was my mom’s fourth and final brother out of fourteen children. That’s why I believe she named me after him. It also follows the trend of my younger brother being name after my grandfather, and my little sister being named after my grandmother. I’m one out of three children.

My name is Sonya Jones. My mama's name was Sonya, just like me. She had a different surname because she belonged to a different family. Yes, I said belonged. We were slaves. But that's all changed now that the war is over. The Jones family is part of my past, and American is now my future.

My grandma is Jody. Grandma Vicky married my grandpa Ben Gonzalez, but then they got a divorce, and she married my grandpa Ron Wilcox. Her and my grandpa Ron did not have children. Right now her and my grandpa live on Watson Road in Marlette, Michigan.

My Mrs. Henry Lafayette Dubose was a boy named James in the sixth grade. I had just started middle school, and was enrolled in a math and science program at Columbia Middle School. It was about two months into the school year, however, I was still adjusting to the environment of the new city and how diverse the population was. This was especially difficult for someone like me, who came from a predominately Latino community and now found herself surrounded by very few people of the same ethnic group. Luckily I had met two other Latinos like me, Bryan and Samuel who both sat at the same table I did for core, which was a block of three periods (two periods of English and one period of history). But despite this, I constantly felt out of place

My parents are Willie M. Reaves and Carmeita T. Jordan Reaves. Through their union they were blessed with three daughters. I am the youngest of three children born on October 1, 1962. My other two sisters are Barbara J. Reaves Cullens, who is the oldest. She was considered the caring one and my sister Pamela A. Reaves, the middle child, she was considered the mad one. My sister Barbara is deceased and my sister Pamela lives in Atlanta.

When I was born, the doctor put the name bastard for my name because that is how it was looked at in that day and age. My parents did marry but I do not remember living in a happy home since my father was a drunkard. Since I was born to a teen mother, she was unable to attend college and my father worked as hard as he could to bring in the money to keep things going but ultimately we were considered poor. I blame this on my father’s alcoholism and gambling

My mother had it rough growing up. Forced to be out of the house nearly by dawn and only to return by nightfall, she was ignored and turned away by her mother. All throughout her childhood, and most of her young adult life until she ran away, my mother was