What Would You Choose?
My family has an Ellis Island story and it goes like this. Our family name was Jablonsky. When my great grandfather came through Ellis Island, he wanted a nice American sounding name that had no ethnicity attached. The one that came to his mind was Levine – my maiden name.
Bill’s family name was Pschesslofsky – yes, with a “P”. Much too long for my father-in-law who decided to legally shorten it and drop the “P”. I never met him but always thanked him.
When my son was about four years old, I remember taking him to nursery school one morning. Miss Carol stopped him at the door to ask “Who are you today?” He paused, thought for a moment and then said “Jason, call me Jason.” Apparently, my son Eric had taken on a new in-school personality.
Through fifth grade if anyone shortened my daughter’s name to Jacqui, it immediately raised her anger levels. She would respond succinctly, “my name is Jaclyn”. When Jaclyn was going into middle school (sixth grade), that all changed. She took on the name “Jackee” for all purposes – notice the spelling. We can tell how long her friends have been around based on which name they use for her. Of course, I can’t bring myself to call her “Jackee”. It just doesn’t sound right.
These family stories had me thinking about the choice of a name. Clearly, my family has made a number of choices over the years. Does your family have a name choice story? If you were to change your name, what would you choose?

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The Meyers arrived in New York in 1848, just ahead of the revolutions roiling the Holy Roman Empire. My ancestor's name was Berchtold; his wife's name is somehow lost to history. He was a Protestant from Heidelberg, and I suspect that in the very Catholic south of Germany he wasn't particularly welcome. We have a photo of him taken when he was much older, and judging from said photo he was probably close to seven feet tall! Lots of very large blond and blue-eyed people on that side of the family.
Mother's families (Weiss and Goldberger) arrived from Austria-Hungary, mostly from Austria. One great grandmother, Sally, was born in what is modern Slovakia in the City of Kosice. I think they arrived around 1880, some years before Ellis Island became the immigration intake.
My mother-in-law's paternal ancestors were absolutely fascinating. Baruch Spinosa, the philosopher/heretic never married and never had children. He did, however, have a brother called Gabriel, who cared for him when he was shunned by the community in Amsterdam.
Now, my very Dutch mother-in-law's maiden name is Spinosa-Cattela, and her two amateur genealogists brothers worked for a number of years to see if they were related. Indeed, they were as they proved themselves (and my wife, of course) to be direct descendants of Gabriel. No one, however, can figure out where the Cattela came from. There is speculation that the family may have lived in a small town by that name somewhere on the Iberian peninsula.
There is, fortunately, a teenaged boy, the son of my wife's cousin Frank, who hopefully will carry that rather noble name into posterity.
Coda: About six months from the confirmation of ancestry, my wife's sister in Princeton gave birth to a son and named him Gabriel. Now how cool is that?
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