The True Meaning Of Jackson's My Name?

My surname is alexander. This is an amazing name to have. It is latinized from the Greek name Alexandros Which means “ meant to defend, to defend , to help”. In Greek mythology Alexander is another name for the hero Paris. The name has been used by kings in Scotland, Poland, and 8 popes. The most famous Alexander is , Alexander the great. He was king of Macedon in 4th century b.c. He built a huge empire out of Greece, Egypt, Persia, Paris and parts of India. The origin of this name is English, Dutch, Ancient Greece, and German.

When I was growing up for some reason I thought my name came from the name of cities in different states. Madison, Wisconsin, Cheyenne, Wyoming, and Savannah, Georgia. But that wasn’t the reason that Madison Savanna Cheyenne was my name. I always wondered out of five kids, at the time me being the youngest of my dad’s kids, why I was the only one with two middle names, or even why Savanna Cheyenne. What was so special about me that I had this name? So ,me being one to always have to get to the bottom of

Jacob, a simple name, is easy to say, easy to spell, and easy to remember. Jacob comes from the Hebrew origin, “Supplanter”. Supplanter means one who follows another’s heel. My name fits me. To me, Jacob means someone who is smart, funny, and outgoing. I am very smart, at least I think so. In real life, I am not that funny, but some people think that I am funny. I am sometimes outgoing because if I really want to be someone’s friend I just go up and ask. But I love my name. My dad wanted me to be Rocco, but my mom wouldn’t allow it. On the day of my birth, my dad was going to change it. Birth certificate in hand, he was going to change my name to Rocco, but my mom would dislike the name and dislike my dad even more, so he kept it. But I do love my name. My son’s middle name would be Jacob if I even have a son. Jacob is a good name. It fits who I am.

The origins of my first name can be traced all the way back to ancient times in the Old Testament. Jacob is a translated English version of a Hebrew name, Ya'aqov. In the Old Testament Jacob is the son of Isaac and Rebecca and the father of the twelve tribes of Israel. Additionally, these tribes are traditional divisions of the ancient Jewish people. Later on in England, Jacob was used as a Jewish name until the Protestant Reformation, making it a general Christian name. My mother most likely decided my first name because she has much faith

Most people have a story about how their parents decided on their name, especially those of us who have less common ones. Mine is fairly dry; my parents looked through a book of names and decided that “Maizie” was charming and sweet and would fit me well. My sister’s story, however, is slightly more intriguing. Cleo Arden Seidl, born on August 3rd of 2001, was named by me, Maizie Regan Seidl, when I was just two years and nine months old.

When you want to go by your last name, that means you want to receive more authority and respect from others. By going by his last name, Jack has more domenice, which leads to power and

Henry was my father's name and now I have it. Before that my father's name is Eric, then he changed it to Chief during college years. But now he is Henry, and I am Henry Jr. On that lazy afternoon when he told me that he changed his name twice, I asked him why he wanted to be called Henry.

Jack had named his son Heinrich because "it was a forceful name, a strong name. It has a kind of authority" (63). Granted Heinrich had no control over his name at the time it was

Even though he was disappointed him and mom were very happy. My mom wanted me to have a unique name that not many people had as a name. My mother wanted it spelt a certain way to make it trick people on how to say and spell it. By having my named spelt that way made people that I never knew ask me how you say it and how to spell it later on. Even though my name was Alyson my family called me Geezer. My dad was the first one that started calling me that. I had many different nicknames that my whole family would call me. My grandma would call me Tinkerbell, my grandpa would call me Swiper, and all my aunts and uncles called me Ally. The nickname that I loved the most is Geezer because it is like a dog name but still fits my

Matthew - I remember writing my real first name for the first time, then I turned 11. Since I was born I had always been called by my middle name which is Clayton. No one in my life called me Matthew, except when my parents were mad at me, until I lived in Florida 6 years ago. I know that I had written my real first name before I had moved to Florida but for some reason I couldn’t recall this time and how to spell it. So after I had moved to Florida and I walked into my new home, the classroom, for the next year I was told to write my name on a piece of paper that was a little test about

In a land far away, many years ago, there live a brother and his sister. They lived in a fairly small village. The brother’s name was Jackson, and his sister’s name was Lilly. Jackson was the oldest by eight years. They live all alone because their parents were taken from them in a horrendous accident.

Next, my middle name, Jack, is English, and means “God is gracious.” This is simply the name of my dad’s father (my grandpa). Finally, my last name, Ashenhurst, is also English. It means “ash tree on a hill.” All in all, my full name means “young cub,” “God is gracious,” and “ash tree

Well, at Christmas it can definitely get a little confusing. In my family we have 4 Jack’s. The first Jack is me, of course. Next, is my grandpa, which is my mom’s dad, everybody usually calls him Big Jack. Then my dad’s, stepdad, is also named Jackie, but everybody prefers to call him Jack. Lastly, my uncles dog is named Jack. It is very confusing at Christmas, everybody is always saying one of our names, and all four of us (including the dog) turn and look. Apparently, nobody planned this, but I think differently. We are working on nicknames, so it doesn’t get too confusing!

A few years before my birth, in 1998, the death of my uncle Jason Crowe struck my mom’s side of the family. His unexpected death affected the whole family; he had a large influence on everyone he met and was close with all of his 4 other siblings, including my mom Lorraine. Since this greatly affected my mom, she wanted to remember him in a special way. What other way to honor someone’s life than naming one of your children after them. “I wanted to have my second child's name start with a J, just like Jason's.” My mother thought and then told to the rest of her family and my father, Andy.