So anyhow my wife, kids, and me all have different last names. Complicated hippie stuff yada yada.
At first, my dad was all disappointed the family name ends with me.
Fast forward fifteen years. My dad discovers that our family changed their names when they moved to the “old” (middle?) country 100+ years ago, to assimilate there. They just didn’t anglicize the name when we moved here.
My dad: “if you don’t have kids, the family name and lineage dies with you.”
Me:
So anyhow my wife, kids, and me all have different last names. Complicated hippie stuff yada yada.
At first, my dad was all disappointed the family name ends with me.
Fast forward fifteen years. My dad discovers that our family changed their names when they moved to the “old” (middle?) country 100+ years ago, to assimilate there. They just didn’t anglicize the name when we moved here.
TL;DR: all names are just made up