My last name is Stubbs. Like many names this one lends itself well to some childhood teasing, especially in a place where beer bottles used to be called ‘stubbies’.
It seems the name is derived from a place called Stubbs which was a township in the parish of Adwick-le-Street, West Riding of Yorks, near Doncaster. But why was there a place called Stubbs to begin with with? It all comes back to those who lived by some stump of a tree or stumps of trees. Yep, we were the folks you called when you had cleared some land for farming and needed a few tree stumps removed. That’s us.
The family motto is Cedant arma labori or Let arms give place to labor. In other words you go off and fight all you want, we’ve got stumps to remove.
Doing a little research on my name I came upon several famous members of the Stubbs diaspora.
There was Liverpudlian George Stubbs who made a name for himself painting horses. I’ve bet on a few, but never had any artistic skills. No relation.
There’s British comedic actor Una Stubbs. Although blessed with a sense of humour, acting is not one of my fortes. No relation.
The town of Talkeetna in Alaska has a Mayor Stubbs. But he’s a cat. I have no political calling, but do like cars. No relation.
Baseball player Franklin Stubbs played in the Majors for 11 seasons. I played fast-pitch softball. No relation.
Montreal is home to sports journalist Dave Stubbs. I, too, write and like sports, but … No relation.
But he should not be confused with British murderer David Stubbs who brutally stabbed a man to death as he was trying to quell a neighborly dispute. Most certainly no relation!
How do I fit in? It’s got me stumped!
I cheated in the Daily Post and used my last name!!