Thought I would never hear of a young Ethel, my dear late MiL’s name. Her sister was Hilda, another name which has yet to be revived. The youngest member of our family is Ada, equally old fashioned to my ears but as has been noted, names seem to go in cycles.
I have a very unusual name (never met another) and complained bitterly about always being asked how to spell it. If you’d been named Anne you would still have been asked was my mother’s less than sympathetic response.
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