Dear Gary; Sorry but the "Cecilia" in my case came from my father's side of the family in the christening battle in the religious war between my Protestant raised mother and Catholic father and their respective families.When they had finally agreed to have me baptized in a Catholic Church, the priest decided my parents finally agreed upon initial names weren't "Christian enough"--I needed an additional saint's name.There was an ink on silk "modernized" depiction of St. Cecilia, which was one of the female saints' names in my father's father's Southern Hungarian family on a wall in my father's bedroomall through his childhood, and my mother was adamant that he not use any female names connected with his mother with whom she was not getting along at the time.Let's put it this way, when I first heard the Irish Rovers' "Orange and the Green"--I yelled "that's it!--That's my song!"
Oh well, it could have been worse--also in the Hungarian families due to mostly ancient Byzantine and Italian connections were: Apollonia, Sidonia/Cedonia, Ursula, Rosalia and Aurelia/Aranka--in addition to more Elizabeths, Catherines and Anne's than anyone could shake a stick at in a few seconds.The result of all that was my sisters ended up with the Catherine and Elizabeth in their name, and my brother ended up the umpteenth male to have both Stephen and Michael in his full name.It's as bad as the "William," "Patrick" and "Mary" in my husband's family.
Unfortunately, the only name I got out of my mother's family was an old, very old connected surname as a middle name, Lee.She knew that through her father's family there was a Lee connection somehow and it was her little act of rebellion to her mother-in-law.The other first name was simply considered a common southern name at the time, Linda, and that too was an expression of remembrance but of southern roots in general, not any particular family.
The Hungarian part of the family, though was titled aristocracy (until 1950) and had a peculiar, strong relation with the Vatican.Let's just say there is some truth to some of the stories in the "Da Vinci" code and over the centuries while kings and emperors and dictators have tried to exterminate my father's family, oddly most Popes and bishops have protected it--and sometimes feared it. Given what I know now, since my grandmother's death and with the aid of a former OSS officer in East Europe, I can kind of understand why, but I still think it's way overblown.Fabos is not my father's real family surname, you see.It was a title for a branch of a particular, very, very ancient family that's archeologically traceable back to the ancient empire of Sumer and the cities of Ur. Let's just say my parents' marriage was a strange marriage in strange times at the end of WWII but what was then has little bearing on much now. Cecilia L. Fabos-Becker, San Jose, CA