My Name

I have been researching my family tree for several years now.  I find it fascinating to see where my family have lived and what jobs they did.

One of my maternal great grand fathers William John Wood was a baker, is that why I have two children who bake for a living.  He was also a lay preacher in a Wesleyan chapel in Weston Super Mare, a place that I holidayed throughout my childhood, the town not the chapel.  The chapel is now a bank.  He married Amelia Keturah May, what a glorious name.  They had ten children and my grandfather was the seventh.  He was given his mothers maiden name, May as a middle name, poor chap but it was a traditional thing to do.  When I was born my mother wanted me to have it as a middle name too and I have passed it on to my daughter, not being so cruel as to give it to my one of my sons.

One of my paternal great grandfathers Walter Clayton lived in a little village called Great Alne and was an agricultural labourer. He married Fanny Hunt, my grandfather was the seventh of nine children and his name was Harry George, which is where I get my first name Georgina, from.

Just by the names of these people and their jobs you can build a picture of them.  But their photos also help you.

I like my name but I can’t tell you the number of times people have got it wrong, I have been called loads of other names beginning with G, which I am not going to tell you because I know some of you will take great delight in using them when you next see me.  If that weren’t bad enough, when I got married I had another problem.  People will frequently either spell or pronounce Whateley incorrectly.  My mother in law warned me, but I was in love so I thought it would be ok but it is a bit irritating.

So now I have had a good moan what is this all about.

In the gospel of John Chapter 10 verses 3 and 4 Jesus is likened to a shepherd and we are his sheep.

 The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.  When he has brought out all his own, he goes on ahead of them, and his sheep follow him because they know his voice

I have a shepherd who knows my name, he knows everything about me, he delights in the person that he has created me to be.  He goes before me in all I do

Let us take comfort in knowing that our Heavenly Father knows each one of us, he does not need to be re introduced, he won’t be saying sorry who are you, I’ve forgotten your name. He calls us by name to be a part of his kingdom, to be guided by him, to be lead by Him and to serve him to fulfil our lives.

Georgina Whateley