I love traditions. I love to keep them and l love to create them. I think sometimes that my entire day is planned around tradition. Some people might call them routines but if you stick with a routine long enough it becomes tradition. My family didn’t really have a strong tradition regarding names but when I got married my husband’s side did.
Tradition holds that each first male son would be given the middle name Hasty. This is a generations old tradition beginning in 1856 with Margaret Hasty. It was a beautiful tradition until now. My husband and I were blessed with a girl and my husband’s brother has not had children. I suppose he could still have a child but most likely the tradition has ended with my husband.
Many bloggers and friends have asked why I chose the pen name Hasty. I may…
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