Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
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I've also found three brothers who started out with the same last name in Poland, but in the US for some reason, one became Hochman and one became Hackman, and one seemed to use whichever suited him at the time.
My grandfather's family did this. 3 sons, 3 new names.
He changed his first name from Isidore to Irving at the same time, for reasons I can't figure out.
People called him Izzy, which is a girls' name? I've never gotten a good explanation of why my grandfather's brother had his name legally changed from Immanuel Rubin to Rubin Immanuel. It was a lot clearer why my German immigrant neighbor changed his name from Adolf Rudolf to Rudolf Adolf in the '40s.
eta: It's pretty obvious that my last name wasn't changed.
The Bohemian side of the family, where my last name came from, came over in the 1870s and I've never figured out how to track down where they came from in Bohemia. We are hampered by not knowing their parents' names. Their parents sent them to a Catholic books school in Milwaukee when the boys were 10 and 12 to escape the potato famine and never saw them again, according to family legend.
Another confusing name place in Jewish genealogy at least is the early 1800s, which is when Jews were first required to take last names in most of Eastern Europe. Until then, they'd mostly just used whatever the local equivalent of "Nathan, son of Jacob" or whatever was. Tons of instances of grown brothers each taking different names, and then when the father dies it's recorded with one of the sons' names, even though that wasn't the name the father used. Also a bunch of instances of a father taking one name, and then his son growing up and using some other name, even though the names were supposed to be fixed by then. And I've found a bunch of people who just took their first name as their new last name, so their names got recorded as Wolf Wolf or Mann Mann.
One of DH's ancestors, upon arriving in the US from England in the late 19th century, changed his name from Timperley to Templeton. I've never been able to figure that one out. It's not like Timperley is hard to say, and if he needed an alias because he was on the run from somebody, you'd think he'd choose something more distant from the original.
Maybe she's a clever little liar and I am a gullible sap.
Suckah.
Look, here's when I don't take Emmett to school: Fever over 100, diarrhea, vomiting, compound fracture. That's it.
They call it bellyachin' for a reason.
One would hope you'd add crusty, oozing eyes (sans fever) or other communicable, but not mentioned above, to the list.
;p
(Yep. We've had our share of Didn't Seem Sicks passed along.)
Marcontell (not my legal last name, but Paul's) is a spelling unique to a particular branch of the Marcantal/Marcantel family that crossed from Louisiana to Texas in the late 1800s. All Marcontells appear to be related to Paul, by blood or marriage (apparently, I married into the short branch, and the tall branch produces football players). No real knowledge why they changed the spelling.
One would hope you'd add crusty, oozing eyes (sans fever) or other communicable, but not mentioned above, to the list.
Not every crusty eye is pink eye! Sometimes it's just a ravaging infection. Rub some dirt on it.
A big factor in this Zmayhemi policy is Emmett's character which is, frankly, quite shifty and purposefully dedicated to avoiding school as a matter of personal honor.
Dunno how we got from Lipowitz or Lipowvitzky to Lipow. Suspect it had something to do with Grandpa fleeing Russia because of a murder charge. (My family always insisted by definition a Jew killing a Cossack wasn't murder. ) I never have been able to find ANY Lipow who came over that fit the time frame. Under the circumstances, I wonder if Willie came over under a different name entirely (to avoid arrest) and the whole "Lipow" thing happened in Newark.
My best stupid communicable illness incident was with Franny and a rash. School thought it was chicken pox and sent her home. Doctor #1 (not our regular one, just one from the office) thought not, sent her back to school. Rash got worse, so went back to the doctor. Doctor #2 (another one from the office) thought yep, chicken pox. I was thinking, stupid chicken pox vaccine didn't even work. So this time I pull her from school. Then Isaac got the rash too, so I pulled him too and went back to the doctor, finally saw OUR doctor. He diagnoses impetigo, not chicken pox, and gave us a couple of Rxs. It took another week for it to clear up. Madness.