Gordon's Mum Writes

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Whilst I’ve written about this in the past (thanks to Donalda, who STILL doesn’t have a blog and I think she’d be a big hit, for finding it for me), my Mum has responded to a recent request for the “Gordon Gordon” story.

I’ve never tried guest authors, but as it’s my Mum… mind you, this is definitely a one-off, if you want any more tales from my Mumsy then she’ll need to setup a blog of her own (which would, as it happens, give her the, apparently, much sought after coloured name in the comments).

The previous two sentences will make NO sense whatsoever if you don’t visit the comments here very often. Sorry about that, but it IS your own fault.

So, without further ado:

Dad wanted to call you Moray – after the Firth, and I wanted Neil – after a lot of thought. We had considered Ramsay – dad’s middle name and Todd, grandpa’s middle name and Scott, gran’s maiden name. However we were still arguing about Neil and Moray when I went into labour. If you were a girl it was to be Joanne – both agreed on that.

You took a while to appear (you’ve made up for that by being early for everything since then) and as I was tucking into lentil soup followed by strawberry ice cream (which reappeared later as my stomach was already full) Dad suddenly said ‘what about Gordon?’ – my maiden name. Sounded nice and when you arrived you looked like a Gordon so that stuck.

Dad phoned the new Grandma and grandpa to tell them the good news.

“We’ve just had a boy and we are going to call him Gordon”

“Gordon Gordon?” says Gran.

“No your daughter married 3 years ago and changed her name if you remember…. so it’s Gordon McLean !”

So there you have it.

And yes, it’s quite nice having two family names.

Comments

  1. And it’s also nice to find out that it wasn’t Murray but Moray (like the eel.. cheers Dad!)

  2. AND I’m surprised that it wasn’t Neale… considering my families penchant for ‘different’ spellings…

    My Mum is Lynda, my sister is Jennie (not Jennifer), my Gran is Eliza (not Elizabeth!)..

  4. Ha – nice story!

    I still struggle to think of my (married) sister having a surname different to me and have to think carefully if I’m writing her name e.g. on an envelope or something

  5. Ah well, the story is now revealed.

    I once knew a bloke called Donald McDonald, but with a name like mine and a south african accent my glasshouse prevented me from asking….

  6. Thanks for putting me into posterity on your headline – I shudder to think that the next time it may be ‘Gordon’s mum’s wrongs.’ That should make interesting reading…
    (Hey we did consider Niall in deference to our Irish roots so think yourself lucky!!)

  7. Thank you for putting me into your headline for posterity, although I hope the next one is not ‘Gordon’s Mum’s Wrongs’. That should make interesting reading….
    (Hey we nearly went with Niall in deference to our Irish roots so think yourself lucky!)

  8. i went to school (not too far from you, Lakrhall) with a guy called william williamson. everyone called him willie willieson…

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