How wonderful to receive responses from the great beyond. I have been away for over a month now, partly due to emotional burnout, partly due to being busy, as well as away traveling.
The first pleasant surprise was from David Wicht, who has a brother Paul, in South Africa. An evidently related branch of the Wicht family came upon this blog in amazement (partly by how much Ken resembled his father) as they are in the early stages of establishing their own family website.
Then Vera contacted me. Yup, Ken's girlfriend from what is now Slovakia. It was her daughter, Barbora, who found Ken's site.
Barbora told her mom that not marrying Ken was her biggest mistake. I told Vera to tell her daughter to keep in mind that not only was Ken never to marry no matter what, but that she herself would never have been born otherwise.
It's just nice to know that she has fond memories and still cares. Such response is a very welcome shot in my blogging arm.
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Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Thursday, April 5, 2007
What's in a Name?
Before I return to the subject of music, let's reflect ...
No one knows where Ken's names came from, period. There was no one in the family named Kenneth, or Gary, so it must have been a fad. They had to come up with something other than Adolph H. Wicht in 1955. He would have been the 6th.
Ken detested anything but Ken when he was younger, and despised Gary with a passion. He eventually got used to Kenny, but still referred to his middle name as "Garrish".
There was a change of heart by the time I was born: I was named after two uncles; Paul, dying in his first year, born with severe Downs' Syndrome. Mom cried about him every year. Ken's niece got her first and middle names from her.
Edward was the youngest of the 5, and her favorite. Fortunately, she never saw his dark side.
No one knows where Ken's names came from, period. There was no one in the family named Kenneth, or Gary, so it must have been a fad. They had to come up with something other than Adolph H. Wicht in 1955. He would have been the 6th.
Ken detested anything but Ken when he was younger, and despised Gary with a passion. He eventually got used to Kenny, but still referred to his middle name as "Garrish".
There was a change of heart by the time I was born: I was named after two uncles; Paul, dying in his first year, born with severe Downs' Syndrome. Mom cried about him every year. Ken's niece got her first and middle names from her.
Edward was the youngest of the 5, and her favorite. Fortunately, she never saw his dark side.
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