KILGORE...WHAT'S IN A NAME?

by Johnny Kilgore

What’s in a name?  That is a question which has been asked down through the years.  Certainly, a name represents more than the utterance of it.  Mental imagines of real things or people and intrinsic emotions and thoughts arise when uttering a name, or come to mind when hearing  a name uttered.   We bear the name Kilgore.  What comes to mind?

As a young child, I did not care for my name.  I did not know anyone else who carried our name.  In my mind, I thought the name made me an outsider.  Of course, my relatives had to carry that same stigma.  My world view was limited, and I felt that my name made us different, a less than desirable trait for a young child.  Even the sound of our name was repulsive to me.  The first syllable, “kill” evoked the image of murder and someone dying.  I was  a sensitive, peace loving kid, and was not comfortable with the thought of killing.  And then there was the second syllable— “gore.”  That too evoked a negative image--much like a big bull goring a human being.  The name, “Kilgore” was heavy and hard sounding.  During the last 50’s and 60’s in Junior high and Senior high school, all the boys in my grade called each other only by last names. Although I didn’t like that practice, I became acclimated to being called Kilgore. I always preferred to be called by my first name.

In “googling” my last name on the internet, I found some information that some others have researched in regards to the ancestry of the name, Kilgore.  I found out there are are variations of my name.  Those variations are  Kilgour, Kilgoure, Kilgor, Kilgo, Killgowr, Killgour, Killgoure, Killgoar, Killgore and Kilgore.  The spelling of our name is the most commonly used in America today.  

The internet source, www.jkilgo.com (written by Darrell Brock) states the following about our name: 

The name seems to be Gaelic in origin, probably from the ancient name of a parish in Fife Shire Scotland.  Kilgour means “wooded hill”.  From the Celtic word for hill we get kill and from the Gaelic prefix kil which meaning often denoted a church, we get the idea that kil could mean a “church hill”.  Another explanation is a hill of goats, kil meaning hill and gour meaning goat.  Whatever the origin of the name we know that it came from the Gaelic language which is a branch of the Indo-European family of languages.  The Gauls carried it with them on their conquest to Ireland from Europe and and later the Irish carried it to Scotland about the year 500 A.D.

The same web site also disclosed the following history:

The name Kilgour is found all over Fife and Aberdeen Scotland. The oldest Kilgour on record seems to be Sir Thomas Kilgour who was chaplain of St. Thomas Church in Falkland Palace of Fife Scotland. This palace was a favorite hang out of Scottish royalty. James the V, Mary Queen of Scots, Charles the I and Charles the II all paid visits to the palace.

I link you now to additional historical information concerning our ancestry and another tradition concerning our name. Just click on the link below.

http://www.jkilgo.com/ShortHist.htm

Since coming of age (meaning I know better now), I consider my name wonderfully special.  First, it is the name of loved ones I hold so dear — specially, John Wesley Kilgore and Sarah Noles Kilgore-- My father, Cecil W. Kilgore and mother, Beatrice Manasco Kilgore.  It is the name that both my son, Dr. John McCoy Kilgore and my daughter, Lee Elizabeth Kilgore, bear. It is the name of cousins and uncles, nephews and nieces.  It is the name of origin of my aunts whose families bear different last names through marriage—McKleroy, McKeever, Chadwick, Sherer, Gordon, Spain, and Romans.  Kilgore is the name that my dear wife, legally acquired and accepted when we married in January 1967.    

Second, the name is not as obscure as I believed as a child.  There is Kilgore College and the Kilgore Rangerettes.  There are three place in the U.S. that bear the name: Kilgore, Texas,  Kilgore, Nebraska, and Kilgore, Idaho.  There are politicians from the state of Virginia who are Kilgores.  There is the entertainer, Merle Kilgore.  Sometime while watching  T.V. shows (old Perry Mason shows and Sgt. Preston of the Yukon), I’ve heard our name used in the story line. It is a name not common like "Jones" or "Smith" which is an added plus in my eyes. 

But we need no justification to be proud of our name and our heritage.  We are a hardy, keen-minded and energetic family.  Our family displays both creativity, beauty,  and intellectual ability with the strongest work ethnic.  At the same time we are a  loving family who remembers our roots.  We are a patriotic group and most of all— a God-fearing one.   Need I say more.  I think not!  There is much is a name, and we have much to be grateful. It’s great to be a KILGORE!

A SPECIAL VISIT TO AUNT DOLLY'S by Johnny Kilgore

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Center Point, Alabama

Recently I went through my mother’s old photo album and scanned many pictures that chronicled my growing up years—1940-s and 50’s.  Among those snapshots were a series of pictures taken during a special visit to my Aunt Dolly’s house. 

Dolly Edna Kilgore was  born in February 1909 to Virge and Sarah Kilgore of Nauvoo,  Alabama.  She was twelve years old when my father and her baby brother, Cecil Kilgore, was born (1921).  Aunt Dolly had two older siblings at the time of her birth (1909)—an older brother, Grady Kilgore, and an older sister, Lou Etta Kilgore.

Aunt Dolly was a terrific person who loved both family and church with great conviction.  She was a lady with the gift of hospitality—terrific cook. She also loved music and played the piano.  Long before I was born (1944), she had a tragic life with the death of her first husband, Johnny Gordon (May 18,1929), and the raising of two children on her own—Jacqueline and James Gordon.  These two cousins (born in the 20’s) were more like an aunt and an uncle to me because they were so much older than I was. 

At some time in the l930s,  a wonderful man by the name of Jack Sherer came into Dolly’s life, and they were married in August 1936.   In  September 1937, they had one child, Alan Dale Sherer, born to them.  Jack was the only uncle  that I knew as Aunt Dolly’s husband.  It was always a time I looked forward to when the Cecil Kilgore family visited Dolly and Jack.    

I don’t know what the occasion was, but I can recall having these pictures taken next to the Sherer house located on the Saragossa Road off of Alabama Highway 5.  It was a beautiful, sunny day in the summer.  Granny Kilgore was there, as was  Jack Sherer’s mother, Mrs. Armenda Sherer.  My Aunt Lorene and her children were also visiting.  Sara Ann McKleroy  was a baby.  Therefore, based on the date Sara Ann was born (June 1950), the gathering occurred sometime in 1951.  We were still driving our 1936 Ford at that time.  That car can be  seen in the background of one of the pictures. 

I know you will enjoy scanning through the photographs.  Any additional information from relatives will be greatly appreciated as we walk down memory lane.  

Jack and Dolly Sherer
at the home in 1952

Jack Sherer's mother, Mrs. Armenda Sherer
and Dolly Sherer's mother,
Mrs. Sarah Kilgore

Cecil Kilgore Family visiting Aunt Dolly in 1952

Photo of Beatrice Kilgore on left
with daughter, Rebecca in front, Dolly Sherer in
center, and Lorene McKleroy on the right holding
daughter, Sara Ann in her arms,
In the background is Mary Beth McKleroy.
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All the children visiting Aunt Dolly (1952)
From left to right, baby, Sara Ann McKleroy, held by
big sister, Mary Beth.  Johnny Kilgore is
next to Mary Beth, and next to him is Sandra Faye McKleroy,
In front of Sandra Faye, is Rebecca Ann Kilgore, and on the
far right is Mike Kilgore.