| My last name bugs me sometimes. |
[Apr. 13th, 2008|08:10 pm] |
So about a hundred years ago, my father's side of the family had a name that presumably came from some ancient pagan tribe of Czechoslovakia. That name was Hudeczek. My great grandfather or so took a whiff of the way the winds were blowing in Austria and decided not to have their names sound like they were, indeed, something other than nice locals. So a name was picked.
The name was the name of the street they lived on. That name was not a proper noun as it turns out. It was the word "corner". So began the Ecker family.
Now, being a post-modernist, I know not to judge the actions of my ancestors out of context. Things might have been bad enough for Czeks that this was a vital move. I can't and shouldn't presume to understand. But being a Nietzsche reader, I can call a lost end of a power struggle when I see one. Whoever that last generation of Austrian Hudeczeks were, they backed down.
My name has "backing down" built into it after a fashion. |
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| Comments: |
Your name has "intelligent" and "survivor" built into it.
It's as they say, the only difference between a hero and an idiot is that a hero survives.
A corner would be "Ecke". An "Ecker" (Buchecker, precisely) is a beech nut. It's also a small river in east Germany.
So your last name has a fruit built into it. :) | |
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