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Many years ago I worked with a boy named Henry Hutchens. We became friends and I called his house and his mother answered and I asked to speak with Henry. She asked, “Five, Six or Seven?” Confused, I said, “Pardon me?” She explained there were 3 Henrys that lived there and asked what age because the Grandfather, the Father and son all lived there. Then I got the Henry I was looking for. It was then I discovered he was a Seventh generation, and thought it was pretty cool. I knew some juniors an even some III's but never a Seventh, or anywhere close to that.
Sometime later he married and I asked if he were to have a son if he would keep up the tradition that had gone on for seven generations. He said, HELL NO. I asked why, because it had gone unbroken for so long why break it now? He said he would be an eighth and a Henry the 8th at that. He said the poor kid would have hell with that name in school and growing up plus the confusion he had had growing up with three people going by the same name. He would not burdon child like that. We ended up going on with our separate lives. Thirty plus years later I saw him…… He has a son and two grown daughters now, GUESS what he names his son?
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Eric
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