My middle name is Edmund, after my father’s maternal grandfather, Edmund Edmundson. If his name sounds contrived it’s because it is- it was the name the boys at Ellis Island gave him because they couldn’t handle his real name, Amund Sausijord. This last bit of information comes from my aunt, whose research just unearthed his given name. Now I know why people in my family don’t complain about themselves much. Descendents of a man named “Amund Sausijord” have coded into their DNA a constitutional opposition to complaining about aches and pains.
“How am I? Oh, yah, I’m fine thanks. But enough about me.”