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The origin of Heather is Celtic and comes from the plant.
That’s pretty straightforward but my name confused family members. My grandfather had never heard a name as strange as mine so my mother finally explained that I was named after a flower. He understood that and called me Blossom. A few years later they had a pony who had a foal named Blossom and I’m still not clear if she was named after me or if he only knew a few names and had to recycle.
I have an uncle that insisted on calling me Tabitha. No explanation was ever forthcoming.
My friend Julie’s dad has called her Nathan her whole 50 years of life! Do you think he was hoping for a boy when she was born?? Ha!
I love the name Heather, so pretty. That’s funny about your uncle. Wonder how he got from Heather to Tabitha? My Great-grandparents named my Grandmother Mary Elizabeth, but her father (my Great-Grandfather) always called her Judy. He said he liked the name Judy better. Maybe your uncle likes the name Tabitha better? Thanks for sharing!
Grandparents are great aren’t they? My pop-pop used to tell us he didnt have enough memory left to keep track of us all so he would just call us by his kids my mom or uncle. I love Heather flowers!!
~Britt