Ha! I knew Monsignor Cletus had to be involved. Don't be fooled. He's no redneck, but rather a true Roman and descendant of a Patrician family! Next time you see him, notice the fine French cuffs and gold cufflinks on his shirt, a dead give away if his very name were not enough!
It fascinates me how many of my "Comrades of the Co-op" whose "working names" are all country, end up being named after saints. Just down the road from me is B.L., the manager of the next door bazillion acre cattle farm. If it ever occurred to BL to go to church of a Sunday it would be to the Babdiss Church. But he is actually Bernard Louis (sure of the Bernard, not of the Louis). Now that's as Catholic a name as ou could wish for.
In related news, a priest told me what some 35-40 years ago when he had a chapel in a pick-up and was sent out to the highways and byways, he was WAY up in the holler. And some snaggle toothed denizen of the hills went and produced a rosary and said to him, "Whut's this here?" So he told him and showed him what to do with it.
And the guy began to cry and said that it had been in his family since ever who knows when but at least one "great" was inserted before "granmaw" and that they had been told that one day a priest would come and show them what it was.
Now I have to insert the caution that I love this particular priest so much that in his praise I'd like to say that some of the stuff he remembers actually happened. But there it is. And when you put it with the high incidence of fine old Catholic names way up in the holler, I don't think it's so incredible.