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But entirely believable.
Welshmen used to use patronymics too. You were not only known as
the son of your father, but as the son of your father, son of his
father, son of his father, et cetera for at least a dozen
generations. Meeting another Welshman for the first time, you'd
both go back through the generations (sometimes adding
place-names, e.g. "Madoc ap Cynan of Caerleon") till you got far
enough back that you could find the most tenuous of kinships
between the two of you. And then you were kin, so that was all
right.
England conquered Wales in the early Middle Ages (I'd have to
look up when exactly), and over a couple of centuries the English
got more and more annoyed with having to attempt to keep track of
Welsh genealogies. So they demanded that the Welsh take last
names that would be handed down unchanged from generation to
generation.
A lot of Welsh names simply took the phrase "ap [name]" and
dropped the initial "a". So "ap Richard" became "Pritchard, "ap
Huw" became "Pugh," and so on.
A lot of other Welsh names simply took the genitive case of the
patronymic, yielding "Richards" and "Hughes" and so on. And
"Jones," meaning "son of John."
There were undoubtedly a lot of Welshmen whose Christian name was
"John;" it was a popular name and still is. But there were a
good many Welshmen who decided to undercut the purpose of the
English by choosing "Jones" never mind what their patronymic had
been. There were times and places where to say "He's a Jones"
meant "He's a rebel."
So there are a lot of Joneses in Wales to this day, and if half
the people in your village are named Jones, you add a word to
distinguish them from each other. So Jones the butcher becomes
"Jones the meat," Jones who runs the local cinema becomes "Jones
the flicks," Jones the greengrocer becomes "Jones the vedge."
(or similar.)
So when Princess Margaret married Anthony Armstrong-Jones, in
good time the Queen named him Earl of Snowdon. And the word went
around, "You know Jones the camera, who became Jones the palace?
Now he's Jones the mountain."
And there's the story, probably not based in fact, about the
English census taker who was sent to a little Welsh village to do
a head-count, asking at each house for the name of the head of
household. And he went up and down the little streets, knocking
at each door, and at each house the answer to his question was
"John Jones."
Up and down he went, "John Jones," "John Jones," till finally he
gave up: "Every man in this village is named John Jones!"
But he was wrong, because at the end of the last street there lived
a man named William Williams.