By: D.M. Miller
When in Rome, do as the Romans do? Long before the new interpretation of multiculturalism, that old adage applied not only to traveling but to immigrants resettling in their adopted countries. Assimilation.
America was the melting pot, and the multiculturalism of today seems to lack that cohesive quality and shared patriotism our ancestors cherished. In these past generations, the old cultures and traditions were preserved only around the dinner table because the immigrants couldn’t wait to become American. Upon arrival, they would wash off the dust from the old land, learn English, work as hard as they could to make a new, successful life for themselves and for their children in the land of opportunity, and in many cases would change their names or at least give their children names they considered to be “American.”
Personally, I’ve been on an ancestry journey, researching my own family. My focus has been my Jewish side, since I already know quite a bit about my European relatives.
With so little to go on, I feel like an investigator solving a mystery and slowly putting together the pieces of the puzzle.
Census records are available online up through the year 1940 thus far. I would imagine the 1950 Census will eventually be made available as well, but it hasn’t happened yet.
Since my family came over in the early 1900s, I have a few Census reports at my disposal, which provide invaluable information. The problem is that the “facts” change from one to the next as record-keeping back then was not anything like it is today. A person would go around neighborhoods knocking on doors and hand-writing the information given. In many cases, mistakes were made, and the writing is often illegible.
Still, I came across a relative whose constant name change really left me scratching my head.
My grandmother’s youngest brother, the only sibling born in America, went from Isadore in 1920, to Issac in 1930, to Irving in 1940, and finally to Irvin on his father’s death certificate in 1957. All “I” names, but I had to wonder what the deal was with this guy!
And then came the answer: assimilation.
Tracey Rich runs a fantastic website called, “Judaism 101.” She (or he?) wrote about researching Jewish ancestry and the confusing name changes. Apparently this was a common practice for our relatives to change their names both before and after immigrating. This was true not only of their first but also their last names. She mentions a grandmother who went from Lee Moldow to Lena Moldofsky to Bluma Moldansky. My grandmother also changed her last name.
But this was the part that really floored me: Tracey’s grandmother’s brother “shows up as Irving, Isidore and Isak.” Just like my relative! And coincidentally, he is also my grandmother’s brother. Talk about bizarre, but at least I know this was normal. It was all about that desperation to fit in.
Not everyone agrees with assimilation, and many criticize how it’s led to intermarriage (case in point, my parents), and a weakening of religiosity among American Jews. People now, however, are getting back to their roots, and when Jews make Aliyah to Israel, back to Hebrew they go. From the old Jewish names we had in Europe, to the Americanized version in the New World, all to return full circle to our Jewish names back where we started in our ancestral homeland.
When in Rome.
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