I have never understood the need to have a name passed on. Actually, all of us have "made up" names, anyway.

My name means "East house", important probably when it was originated, but in the present, it is simply an odd name.

The idea of passing on the husbands name is not that old, it's a relatively new tradition. No matter the name, your genealogy is still the same.

All this from a woman who never had children - take it for what it is worth - just my thoughts. Nothing more, nothing less.

I Love you, Hannelore, and hope, for you, that their minds do change. If not, will you love them less? I know you won't.
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