Not too long ago I was at a formal dinner hosted by the Wounded Warrior Project. They happened to get my reservation screwed up and sat my girlfriend next to another person with the last name "Beverley." I was shocked since I have never actually met another Beverley outside of my family.
Of course, they fixed the seating mishap and we all ended up sitting together. We hit it off. He was half Puerto Rican, half English and over a few drinks I told him how I had researched my genealogy and he said that he had too. So, for those of you that don't know, I am half English (amongst other things) and I found out that Beverley is actually a city in England.
This guy one-ups me and tells me not only did he research our bloodline but he also went to Beverley, England to find relatives. He tells me he goes to the local church and asks if they know anyone with the surname Beverley.
The priest says "No, we ran all those bastards off years ago!"
The father goes on to explain that all the orphans and bastards assumed the name of the town they grew up in and all the Beverleys used to tear the town apart.
Hahahaha, so there you have it. I come from a long line of bastards and undesirables.
Dan is an Army Special Operations Veteran who works and lives in Atlanta, GA. Danielpaulbeverley@gmail.com
Kyle Ann Robertson
Retired, mother of four, grandmother of two, dog lover, yoga attempter, avid writer and wine drinker!