Etymology of Geronimo

Geronimo was called a famous Apache leader. The name is the Greek name Hieronymus, which is composed by the words Hieros (holy, sacred; ιερός) and Onoma (name; όνομα).
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From the same root.
Jerome, hier-, hierarch, hierarchy, hieratic, hiero-, hieroglyphic, hierophant, name, namely, nomenclature, nominal, nomination, nominee.
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In modern Greek.
a) Hieros: holy, sacred [ιερός]
b) Hierarchis: hierarch [ιεράρχης]
c) Hierarchia: hierarchy [ιεραρχία]
d) Hieraticos: hieratic [ιερατικός]
e) Hieroglyphicos: hieroglyphic [ιερογλυφικός]
f) Hierophantis: hierophant [ιεροφάντης]
g) Onoma: name [όνομα]
h) Onomatologia: nomenclature [ονοματολογία]
i) Nomenclatura: nomenclature [νομενκλατούρα]
j) Onomatopoieia: onomatopoieia [ονοματοποιεία]
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http://ewonago.blogspot.com/ [English Words of no Apparent Greek Origin]

So who was the leader of the Pistache ?

Chiricahua Apache medicine man “Geronimo” < Romanized Greek sacramental name “Hieronymus” (aka “Jerome”): brilliant, Mr. Neos, Native American history & prosopography with kindred regards to our darling disgruntled douglang—dead on center target!

Could this be proof that Adolf Hitler was actually Herronomous Boche ?

Thanx bandido for your good words.
Now, as far as the conversation is concerned:
a) what is Pistache? An Indian tribe? The only pistachio I know is the nut.
b) what is the relation of the painter Hieronymus Bosch with all that?
I can not understand the logic in all these.

Surely you know of famous Dante Inferno Canto 3.9 Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate “Abandon ye all hope, here may ye enter.”  Well, just try and figure big ol’ chief “whoopie doopie” dougland without getting something like: “Abondon ye all logic, here may ye enter!”

John Neos, the clues are in some of the other threads.  We are a bookish tribe, and our chief is Gerundimo - Saparris knows of what we speak. Only our inscrutable Gogs know what word the day brings.

A hail, Gerundimo, along with his “to-foisted-upon” companion, Infinitivo the Base.

Is it Maundy Monday there, Doug?

And where is Luke? He must be composing a Easter dirge for ukulele and tin cans.

Don’t forget the rhythmic scrape of snow shovel on concrete, Luke!