I think of Aunt Ivy often these days, as she was my father’s baby sister and is the last living member of his generation. She is now 94 years old, and continues to keep her own home. She has attained a greater age than any one of her forebears.
Her family immigrated to the United States in 1915, when she was just a baby (picture), and the only relatives and family she ever knew were her own parents and four siblings. She graduated from high school about 1933 (picture), in Baltimore, Maryland, married and had two children, and worked as a legal secretary. She is now the ancestress of a clan of numerous descendants, including great great grandchildren.
The tiny babe in her arms, on her 94th birthday, shares the exact same name with her great grandmother. They are both named “Ivy”, as it was traditional in my grandfather’s family for girls to be named for flowers, and I suppose that he considered “Ivy” to be a flower. Her sister was “Myrtle”.
Aunt Ivy’s niece, “Violet” sent me this photograph, which I scanned. After “Violet” was born in 1929, the flower-naming tradition seems to have ended in our family. Perhaps with the new Baby Ivy, will come a resurgence of flower names for girls.
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