After I had finished my rehearsal in Rye Church in East Sussex the other day, I was standing outside the church waiting for the rain to stop, and my eye fell on the War Memorial commemorating local men who had given their lives in the World Wars of 1914-19 and 1939-45.
What evocative surnames some of them had! Bagot, Bone, Breeds, Butchers, Care, Curd, Deeprose, Dunk, Gladwish, Golden, Hatter, Luck, Stocks, Twort, Welfare. It was like a glimpse of mediaeval England. And yet these were not names on some ancient monument. Nor were they names from a remote region of England – these were men from a thriving town on the south coast. Indeed, because it was once a port you might expect the names to be influenced by foreign languages, but there was no sign of that; as Sir Arthur Sullivan might have said, ‘But in spite of all temptations/To belong to other nations/He remains an Englishman!’ Except possibly for Twort, whose name might be an inspired shaving from the German word ‘Antwort’, meaning answer. I loved the names Curd and Luck, Care and Gladwish and Welfare. I liked imagining what their ancestors had done to be known by those names.
I number amongst my acquaintances families called ‘Dunk’ and ‘Stocks’ and have often wondered about the origins of these names. As an inveterate reader of War Memorials, I have noticed that there is often a considerable difference in the types of names of officers and ‘other ranks’. On holiday, I am often tempted into churches and cathedrals, where I enjoy looking out for obviously local names on memorials and gravestones. In these days of global travel, it is surprising how often clusters of unusual and specific local names still occur, but I wonder how long this will last in country villages and small towns where the younger generations inevitable have to leave to find work and affordable housing…
That’s so interesting about the different sorts of names! Presumably the officers were more likely to be called things like Turret, Steed, or Croquet-Mallet…
Other names include Barton and Sinden
Im told the Coppen name resides among those who once inhabited Sussex. Is there evidence of that ?
Clifford, I’m afraid I can’t answer that as I’m not a historian – I just wrote about what I saw as a visitor.
My ancestors were from Milton DE! Their surnames were Johnson, Bailey, Benton, Hancock and Lindle is there anything on these names?
Hallo Theresa, you responded to a post I wrote years ago. I’m no longer in that area and don’t know the answer to your question. I hope you can find some good information on the history of those names.
My distant ancestors lived in East Sussex in the medieval era in a village known as Meryham which, since, has been lost to time. They, then, migrated to Hadlow, Kent where my direct ancestor, Joseph Merriam, lived, before emigrating with his wife and children and three of his brothers and their families, to the “new world” (British Colonies) in 1638. Some of his descendants, my ancestors, left Concord, Massachusetts directly after the American Revolution as British Loyalists and settled primarily in Nova Scotia, Canada, where I am today as I write this.
Thank you Melba, it’s always interesting to hear how names spread and how they change as they move to new countries.
Interestingly, the Merriam name isn’t commonly heard anywhere except in Massachusetts, however, I’ve met fellow Loyalists here and there throughout Canada who all seem to have been connected to the Concord United Empire Loyalists.
By chance I saw a short interview with a British professor called Merriam years ago but even in the “homeland” the name is elusive.
I agree, Susan, that the medieval names you’ve found in East Sussex today are wonderfully colourful!
There’s a small place in the (Canadian) province of Quebec called Bagotville, by the way. Care might now be Kerr, Butcher is still a known surname, Dunk may have become Duncan. My favourites of the names you mentioned are Deeprose, speaking of colourful names, and Welfare!
I agree – Deeprose is a wonderful surname. I wonder if the name is still extant?
Could it be De Prose, I wonder…