Paco Hope #resist<p>Final <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/FathersDay" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>FathersDay</span></a> reflection, so public. Want to see more? Scroll back. This one is about George. </p><p>My dad’s dad was named George. My dad was not. I am not. None of my 3 sons is named George. </p><p>When my dad died a few years ago I spent a bit of time on family ancestry. My grandfather, George, was one of 12, and one of his siblings’ descendants did a bunch of great genealogy. It turns out that my family came to <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/Virginia" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>Virginia</span></a> 400 years ago. Very early in America’s life, John Hope came over from the Scottish Borders part of the North of England (Newcastle-ish). All my ancestors settled in the Yorktown, Jamestown area and spent most of their time in that area. Very few moved out of the area. But the other thing I noticed was the name George. </p><p>With one exception in the 1700s, the first son born had been named George. For FOUR HUNDRED YEARS until my grandfather broke tradition. It’s this long, nearly unbroken chain of like 14 generations of George Hope. Knowing nothing of this, my dad and I just named kids whatever.</p><p>I’ve told my sons that ONE of them must name a son George. I’m not being a jerk. If they didn’t, it would be ok. But they’re all onboard. Someone will. Maybe I can end up like George Foreman and have a bunch of grandsons named George. </p><p>Here ends my <a href="https://infosec.exchange/tags/HappyFathersDay" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>HappyFathersDay</span></a> reflection. I wish joy and happy fatherhood to all the dads out there. And my sympathies and hugs to those that don’t enjoy Father’s Day for whatever reason. Love to you, too.</p><p>9/9 fin</p>