"All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights"
It’s a silly name – uncomfortably mashing together a very Anglo-Saxon beginning and an indiscreetly French ending. Always mispronounced, but often noticed. Many conversations have started with the story of my name. I was born with the much simpler name of Tim Crocker and grew up with my Mum, Dad and younger sister. Sadly, when I was 6 years old, my Dad died of leukaemia. Over time my Mum met and fell in love with another man, whose wife had previously died of a brain tumour. They married and he became my step-Dad, bringing to our family a great father and two new step-brothers. This union was not universally popular with other members of our families and so, to demonstrate our family unity in the face of our shared history of tragedy, we joined or family names together to create one of the most unique surnames in the world.
My family name of Crocker originates from the West Country, probably around Taunton in Somerset. The history of the name Buqué is somewhat more opaque. My step-Dad’s father lived in Switzerland before coming to the UK before WWII, however his father was German. Somewhat mysteriously we can trace the name back to a Jean-Baptiste Buqué living in Germany in the early 19th century. Seems unlikely that he was born in Germany, but at the moment we have no idea about his history.