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6 comments:
Oh, now I see that you have gone away already! Such a pity, because there was so much more I wanted to say to you in resonse to your last post.
Still, even at the risk of seeming to have commandeered your comment page, I'll say some of it anyway... We had a neighbour once, a very beautiful woman whose parents, like your grandparents, had escaped Germany in the 1930s. Her father was a doctor, and had been one of the last to get out of Berlin; so that when he and his wife and child arrived in London in a state of terror, they wanted to become anonymous and invisible, fast. They changed their name to something English-sounding - and were deeply upset when, years later, their daughter wanted to marry a Polish emigre, a Catholic, with one of the longer and more difficult Polish names. He too was finally obliged to change his name - though he had so many Polish ones that it wasn't in fact too difficult.
I have a Greek surname myself in real life, but fortunately it isn't one of the very difficult ones! Come to think of it, I should perhaps one day tell the story of how our children went off not long ago to look for their paternal ancestry on a remote Greek island....
That and several other interesting famly stories. (But I don't suppose I will.)
Oooh have a good time and hope you make loads. My next post is up on 'the novel with no name'.
No, don't go, I was just settling down with a big mug of coffee! Have a lovely break, you will be missed sweetie.
Have a lovely holiday.
You live such a life of intrigue. See you then!
IB: Fascinating comment. I do love hearing about the twists and turns on family trees. Would love to read more about yours.
DJ: Thanks for good wishes. Sadly coffers still devastatingly empty
DM: It's time for wine. Come on, let's open a bottle.
Gwen and Lady M: Thanks so much for good wishes. Working on intrigue as we speak. Think have several to learn, though, from present company (present in cyber sense, that is).
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