My maternal grandfather carried the given name of George and a middle name of Drummond. In his honor, I was given George as my middle name.
That’s
good stuff and I am proud to carry his name.
In my eyes, he ranks as a real-life hero. At the same time, I wish I was able to give
his middle name to someone.
Although
there was that time in 1982 when I and the sister of my then girlfriend made a
snowman and named him Drummond.
The
name Drummond, in my estimation, resonates with power. It is, like my grandfather, of Scottish
origin and means “ridge”.
I am
thinking it is not too late for another generation to adopt the name.
Are
you listening, another generation?
Drummond,
1982
—Mitchell
Hegman
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