A bit of a history lesson...

Grandma Lu, Ike's great-grandmother (my maternal grandmother) passed away just recently on May 16.   I was quite close to her and was planning to have them meet in August.  She will be dearly missed.  Grandma Lu got to meet her great-granddaughter (my cousin's daughter) in March.   Ike is named for Grandma Lu's husband, Grandpa Sol, who we called Grandpa Chips.  (that's another story!)

This is what we said at Ike's bris about his name:

J:Ike is named in memory of my father Isidore.  Ike also shares the same Hebrew name as my father, Nissim.  Nissim means miracle and with his other Hebrew name Baruch, he is both a blessing and a miracle.  Part of the naming ritual is that you hope that by naming a son after a relative that they will in some way share the same characteristics.  My father was a man of great personality and character and was a very hard worker.  He also absolutely loved his grandchildren.  He said that being a grandfather is like being a father twice.  I know that he would have loved another grandchild and his namesake Ike.

L:Ike is also named for my maternal grandfather, Sol J.  Grandpa Sol’s Hebrew name was Baruch Selig.  He simply adored his mother-in-law, Lillian Moskovitz, who I am named in memory of.  Grandpa Sol, along with Grandma Lucille, brought me on my first trip to Israel when I was 11 years old.  No doubt Grandpa Sol would have also liked that our son’s first name is Ike (like the 34^th President, Dwight Eisenhower), especially since he was an ardent Republican.