In article <
abbea46d-c459-450a...@f6g2000yqm.googlegroups.com>,
Will in New Haven <
bill....@taylorandfrancis.com> wrote:
>On Jan 24, 1:24 am, JF <
jul...@oopsoopsfloodsclimbers.co.uk> wrote:
>> On 24/01/2013 00:07, Dorothy J Heydt wrote:
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>> > My maiden name was Jones. I'm not even going to try.
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>> Ah, Welsh. Hail, sweet cousin!
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>Is Jones always Welsh? I knew that lots of Welshmen and women are
>named Jones but I always figured there were Joneses who weren't. I
>have a friend whose first cricket team was all Lewises and Joneses and
>one kid from outside the area named Williams and that was in Wales.
Yes, that's an old joke: the English census taker who
canvassed a Welsh village and quit nine-tenths through,
declaring, "Every man in this village is named John
Jones!" But he was wrong, because down the end of the
last street was a man named Williams.
Jones, Williams, Hughes, et cetera are all fossilized
patronymics, imposed around the sixteenth century by
Englishmen who were tired of keeping trap of Hywell ap
Madoc ap Rhodri ap Gwyn, and insisted that the Welshmen
adopt surnames.
The surname Jones, however, doesn't necessarily lead to
an ancestor whose first name was John. Many Welshmen
were sufficiently incensed by the whole idea that they
chose Jones as a surname even if their father's name
hadn't been John, and there were times when to say a man
was "a Jones" meant he was a rebel.
Not to mention all the immigrants to the US during the
nineteenth century, whose surnames the immigration
officials could neither spell nor pronounce, so they
said "Never mind and that, we'll call you Smith or
Jones."
But I come by my maiden name honestly; I'm one-quarter
genuine Welsh. My father was half Welsh; his father was
the son of immigrants from, I seem to recall, Mold in
North Wales.