Here is the story as told my Grandmother (Gigi). WWII was ending, and after some very tumultuous years in Belgium, my 19 year old Grandmother left Brugge for England. There she met and lived with her cousin, Margarete who had just had a daughter, Jocelyn. The deal was my Grandma would take care of Jocelyn and in turn, Margarete would teach her English. Well Margarete did such a great job that within a year and a few months, my Grandmother was reading novels in English.
After 3 years, my Grandmother left England for America where she was going to head to Oklahoma to live with her Uncle. Upon arrival in NYC, she checked into the local Belgian club. My Grandfather's mother noticed this beautiful 21 year old at the club and immediately invited her to dinner that night to meet her son. That night she met my Grandfather, and 3 months later they were married.
My mother came along 1 year later, Helen Jocelyn and the name continued. 29 years later, I was born and named Rebecca Jocelyn, my niece Logan Jocelyn 29 years after that and Jocelyn Lillian 1 1/2 years after that.
The other night we were all able to meet the original Jocelyn and had a wonderful time with her and her husband Robert along with a few other family members.
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