Names (inspired by grandpa Dave)

In the Italian world names are no small deal. They mean everything. They are often handed down from generation to generation with out skipping anyone. Nobody used to have middle names in Italy, so it was a one shot deal. Nobody on my mom's side has a middle name until me and my brother. My mothers parents are named Angela and Nicola. My mothers name is Angela and has a sister, Filomenia and Vinchenzo. My fathers parents are John and Rose. John's father was names Giovanni (Italian john), and he is in a long line of John's. My fathers name is John. My brothers name is John Nicola (after both of our grandfathers). So in my house we have: John, Angela, Angela, John and oh yeah Stefanie Rose. Named after nobody in her first name, and her grandmother in her second. I guess thats all I have to say about names. Just that I am different, you cant deny it, its in my name.