Now that I'm #1 on Google for my name, I've been getting more people to the site searching for that. Many of them share my name, which is awesome.
My parents chose the name out of a name book randomly. They wanted me to have a name that had no previous associations with anyone else. It's Irish, although I'm not Irish at all.
The dark side of having a unique name is that I missed out on a whole side of consumerism. I never had a little license plate or keychain with my name on it. Those were reserved for people with more common names.
One day in third grade a girl named Morgan Peck came into school carrying a thick book. I asked her about it and she told me that it was a name book. It had the meanings of everyone's name. She showed me her name, which meant "Horse Princess" or something like that. We looked for my name, but I wasn't hopeful. It was never included in those sorts of things.
This time it was. Tynan (Gaelic) : The Dark One.
Whoa. Either I'm evil or meant to rap. Who knows? I couldn't believe my good fortune getting such a badass name. Who would possibly name their kid that? I assumed my parents had no idea what it meant, but I later found out that they did know and interpreted it as meaning "mysterious".
The first time I encountered another Tynan was when I was a professional gambler. I got a reply back from a casino that said :
Before I answer your question, I have to let you know that my son's name is Tynan. He thinks it's the best name ever and has never met another Tynan before. Anyway, your withdrawal was processed...
I've still never met another Tynan in person, but a bunch of them have found my site, which is pretty awesome. Some day when I'm rich I will fly them all to Hawaii and we'll have a Tynan party.
This is awesome! I'm pretty sure I'm the only girl named Tynan haha I feel your pain with the key chains
So I was researching about name and ended up on your blog, before the Internet I just assumed I was the only dude on the planet called Tynan and felt weird. But then the Internet happened and yeah, can't wait for Hawaii haha! I have black hair supprisingly, but that's from my half Asian blood, although I like to think it's because of the definition of Tynan.
I'm from the Donegal branch of Tynans now living in France. I have distant cousins in Canada: Calgary and Vancouver, where my uncles emigrated in the early 1900's. I have a cousin in Ireland whose Christian name is Tynan. His mother was a Tynan.
When you look in the net you can see various origins for the name :
Tynan comes from an Anglicized version of the Gaelic name "OTeimhneain," which is derived from the word "teimhean," meaning "dark."
Tynan (from Irish: Tuíneán, meaning "watercourse" (I have also seen it meaning the Meeting of the Waters)
TYNAN originates from Counties Leix and Kilkenny and well recorded there in the original census of Ireland in 1659, the surname is anglicized form of the ancient Gaelic O'Teimhneain. The precise meaning of the surname is unclear, but it probably
has some religious connotation, and appears to describe the son of the descendant of a follower of a holy man."
In other words nobody really knows.
I have my own theory that the origin is not Gaelic at all, but Norse and is related to the stem tyne/ting/thing which was an assembly place where the Vikings would come together to hold a parliament meeting every so often. Eg Tynwald, (Old Norse: tyn-völlr – thing assemblt, völlr = field) the Parliament of the Ile of Man established in 979; the Althingi (= old t(h)ing) which is the Icelandic parliament established in 930, or; the Logting (log = law) : the Faroes’ parliament established in the 9th century. These are three of the oldest parliaments in the world. Moreover the Upper House of the Norwegian parliament is called the Lagting.
In early medieval times in Britain, settlements were set up in administrative units called “hundreds”. This was an area
sufficient to sustain 100 homesteads. These were further broken down into ‘tens’ or ‘tithings’ ie with ten families.
I believe that ‘tithings’ can be compared with ‘townships’ and so the words ‘tyne/thing’, ‘town’ and ‘ten’ may well all be related.
The connection with Tynan for me is through the Chambers Dictionary definition where you have the verb “tine” meaning to enclose (as you would do with an assembly place or town) and more specifically the Old English verb “tynan” = to surround, cf town.
As the Vikings were known town builders and they would normally build a town on a river, that might tie in with the second internet definition above meaning 'watercourse' or 'meeting of the waters'.
Hi there! We have a new baby boy named Tynan! I liked the name already, but your website helped convince me it really was a great choice, so thank you!
my grandfather came from laois,he moved to cork and theres quiet a few tynans in cork now,,,i never heard of anyone in ireland using tynan as a first name,,its used as a surname,,very interesting first name though.
I actually named my son Tynan (19 years ago) intentionally, knowing what it means because I really liked it and thought Ty was a great short version. He uses both but most people call him Ty. We were in Ireland years later and saw that it is a very common last name there. BTW, my son was born with lots of dark hair (Dark One) but is now a pretty white guy with light brown/blonde hair. So much for the Irish roots.
well Tynan, im jj from laois, i live not far from where our name originates, most searches ive done have said that we were dark/grey and mysterious, us tynans are not to be messed wit!!! anyway laois is a haven 4 tynans, so thats gonna be some party in hawai, jj tynan.
I got my name the same i think. Picked out of a names book. It is pretty awesome having a unique name except that it is really hard to say Tynan in a club. Noone seems to be able to hear the name propersly. i get called Tyron, Tyson, Tim, Bill1 WTF! But wicked to see there could be a Tynan Party in Hawaii cause all keen for that!!!!!
I woke up and stumbled to the front door to check for packages. I wasn't really expecting one, but you can never be too sure. To my surprise there was a small brown box waiting on the doorstep for me. What had I ordered? I couldn't remember. I walked back inside and tore the package open.
Inside was a book and a board game. Not just any book and board game, though - they were abominations thrust in in front of my virgin eyes. The game was called A Hot Affair and the book was Penthouse: Naughty by Nature: Female Readers' Sexy Letters to Penthouse. Confused, I check the shipping address. Sure enough they weren't meant for me.
They were my neighbor's.
Another lesson of Japanese, another punch to the spleen. I expected this to happen, but it actually didn't. This time I made progress. Oh sweet, sweet progress. I love to see that I'm actually gaining some knowledge time to time, and I actually love it even more, when it's something I really want to learn. I think I owe you all some explanation about that "spleen punching".
I began learning Japanese last year. I was starting my last class in my ex-school. That meant exams, a lot of work, a lot of studying. At first I was quite absorbed in Japanese and I had time to learn it, but the further into the school year, the less time I had to study what I like. That meant I wasn't catching up with the rest of my class in Japanese. That backfires right now, on my second year. My vocabulary is really bad. I do know the grammar but the words themselves are the problem. Actually I was doing a really good job with preparations for my final exams, but It was then, when my grandpa's cancer began to take the hold of him. He died around March 7 2013. It's needless to say that I was quite struck with it. My parents are heavy drinkers and that really didn't help the situation. At least we are leading a really decent life.
I'd really like to talk to my grandpa. That last talk. To tell him that my exams went well, how much I loved him, to thank him for being my biggest support in "The Rocky Road to 日本" and I don't mean the blog. My parents have never really approved my idea for living abroad. Studying? Yeah sure. Living abroad away from them? Really far away? Not really. But I don't care. Would you like to know why? Because I've heard that one sentence from my grandpa: "I believe in you, and I approve. You have my full support.".
He was the first to actually support me. The rest of the family went after him, but I can feel that they did it just to not be worse, because it's the moral thing to do, supporting your son and stuff like that. Yet I still feel that they are against it. I've actually been telling myself that I want to move to Japan because of the work opportunities. I am young, and I have a whole world, right? America, UK, Germany, I can go everywhere I want, so why not Japan. At least I'll be living in a place that I like and find interesting. It's also quite a challenge, and oh boy I like those. But the truth? The Job and the opportunities are true, but to be quite honest, I just want to run away from my parents and this country. I hate it. Nobody chooses where and to whom they've been born, therefore patriotism is dumb for me. I hate my customs, that heavy drinking, my neighbourhood, the crime rate and the rest. It's not easy to leave it all, I can assure you , and I'm neither planning to lose any means of contact with my folks. I just don't want to live here. We have Skype nowadays, so I can keep in touch with them. I can use my holidays to visit them. The point is, I just don't want to live here.
To brighten up the mood, I've been invited to my friend's Name's Day. Seems like nothing but I actually never receive any phone calls from anyone who wants to just talk with me. Nobody invites me over, I always propose such things. The only thing the people are calling me for is business, because I sell video games and such. Sometimes you can feel like a Third wheel because of that. But new school, new friends right? I've met a guy whose real name will be saved for me, but lets call him Carlos. It's like, he's the first one to actually tell me, that he really likes me and my company. He actually wants to talk to me, invites me over and cares. You wouldn't believe how great it is to have a person like that in your life. I feel like an outsider, despite having a shitload of friends. That's because nobody cares. No phones, text messages, nothing. Carlos does, and I'm really grateful to him for everything he's doing. Maybe he'll one day stumble upon this blog and read it, and if that would happen I have a message for him. "You wouldn't even believe, how much that helps me."