With a shortage of Florists flowers during the war, my mother was overwhelmed with bunches of garden daffodils from well wishers when I was born. In a weakened state she toyed with the idea of daffodil as a name, until it was tactfully suggested by my grandparents that she should delay a final decision until my father came home on leave from the army and she felt a bit stronger. They admirably resisted any temptation to try to impose their own suggestions. (Luckily for me my parents reverted to their original choice! )
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