"so you're saying that when I am your age little kids will be shocked to hear that gay people couldn't get married when I was a kid."

This rocks so hard.

Ellis Island, etc., didn't have much quality control over spelling.

This is a widely-held belief that is not entirely accurate. [link]

I've seen Jose work the heavy bag and do general krav. I wouldn't pick him over an all limbs fighter, since he's not that limber or exceptionally fast, but he'd make a solid and imposing bodyguard.

This is a widely-held belief that is not entirely accurate.

They certainly screwed up my family name...

I have to differ with the author of [link] . My family name changed (well after the Ellis Island era) on immigration to the States. Can't blame any INS people, though. My Pops could not spell English.

I have to differ with the author of [link] . My family name changed (well after the Ellis Island era) on immigration to the States. Can't blame any INS people, though. My Pops could not spell English.

That's not disagreement; the article is about the unlikelihood of name changes actually deriving from the procedures at Ellis Island.

That's not disagreement; the article is about the unlikelihood of name changes actually deriving from the procedures at Ellis Island.

Too true. Ellis Island procedures from then are not the INS procedures of today. Today, the INS just says "No!", which is much easier to spell.

My family name changed (well after the Ellis Island era) on immigration to the States. Can't blame any INS people, though.

Ditto my family name, and ditto the blamelessness of the INS. We went for decades believing that it had been mangled by an incompetent clerk, but when I asked my grandfather about it (in his nineties at the time, recalling his arrival at Ellis Island at the age of 13 accompanied only by his also-13 best friend), he said cheerfully that he'd shortened the name himself because he wanted something short and jaunty and American (with a possible small side order of he was all on his own, would never see his parents again, and there was nobody around to forbid him from doing exactly whatever the hell he wanted with his name, so there).

My grandmother & her parents' names came from the ship's manifest (a form provided by the department of Labor) which, given the proper swedish punctuation and spelling, was filled out by a swedish speaker.

I can actually look them up at ellisisland.org and view a scan of the manifests. It's how I learned my g-grandmother's middle name and that they initially went to Lackawanna, NY (I knew they spent some time in NY when they first arrived, I just didn't know where.)

All my forebears names survived pretty remarkably intact. I do have a Russian great uncle whose name became "Walter Johnson" when he immigrated, but I don't know by what process that happened. He was 17 and didn't speak English and was the first of the family to make it to America, he may have picked an American name to fit in. I don't even know his birth name, he was always Uncle Walter to me.

I think there is a cattle egret outside my window.