Well, in brick at least. This is a photo of the brick we bought for Zeke at our local playground as part of a fundraiser for some new climbing equipment. I am not sure why I decided against just putting his first and last name on the brick like some of the other families. Someone with a public blog should probably not be worried about being shy or keeping her life private! On the bright side, I hope the other Zeke* in our community thinks it is a secret message for him.* Yes, we live in a community where there is another Zeke. He is two years older than our Zeke. We have met him a few times: we marched behind him in the Halloween parade and we have seen him at the playground where the brick is. We hear a lot more about him, though. When we meet families with older children and they learn Zeke's name, they immediately say, "Oh, we know another Zeke!" The other Zeke is best friends with our neighbor down the street, Zion, whose sister is Zora. I've told a neighbor who was talking about having a baby (one day) that we are making it a rule that all future children on the block must be given a "z" name.
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What a clever way to inscribe the brick.
As for "Z" names, I think they are wonderful. When my son Zeke was a toddler, his favorite playmate was "Zebbie." My Mom's older brother was Zebulon "Zeb." One of Aaron's 3rd-great-grandmothers was named Zillah.
According to local history, "Z" names were popular with one family who lived near my hometown during the 1800s. They named each of their eleven children with a "Z" name. In case your neighbors need some ideas: Zylphia, Zula, Zaddock, Zebra, Zada, Zenobin, Zeronald, Zesley, Zeola, Zara, Zelbert. Some of their names were a bit odd, to say the least.
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