Butterfly
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- Albuquerque, New Mexico USA
One of the biggest problems in family research is the problem with the spelling of names.
When people got off the boat at Ellis Island, the authorities would ask their names. "Wojiekowskiwilowitzistan". "How is that spelled?" "Spelled?" "Welcome to America, Mr. Williams." If the paper you left Ellis Island with said your name was Williams, your name WAS Williams. Four generations later, your descendants were stumped. "How can I be Polish? Our family name is Williams!!" Same thing with census takers and the like. A lot of people had no idea how to spell their names and it was up to the census taker to figure it out and they often were barely literate themselves.
And names were changed to protect the innocent AND the guilty. One of my ancestors got out of Scotland in the nick of time, apparently on the verge of being hung for some offense. He changed his name, pronto.
Yeah, we figure that was part of the problem, and that back in the early days if you wanted to be somebody else, you just moved and said your name was something else. All we know for sure is that my great grandfather appeared in Oklahoma/Arkansas, seemingly out of nowhere in the mid-19th century. I have an uncle (now deceased) who my paternal grandparents took in near the turn of the 20th century. He was a homeless child they sort of "found" and took in. They gave him their last name, but no one, including the child, knew who he really was or where he came from, and no one could ever find out. As far as everyone was concerned, he was one of the family (as were his later-on wife and children). According to my father, that sort of thing was not uncommon back in that time period, and also during the Great Depression when a lot of young boys sort of rode trains around trying to find work on farms and some of them just were taken in by families who needed help and could manage to feed them.