America as a melting pot
does a good job of blurring our ethnic roots as families intermarry and change
their cultural traditions. If you ask people today what land or nation their
immigrant ancestors called home, many
have no idea. Even distinctive ethnic surnames have sometimes been shortened or
abandoned in the effort to blend in and be a real American. When I meet someone
with a unique last name, I enjoy trying to guess the nationality of that
surname. Unfortunately, many family monikers have been lost through
intermarriage. My husband’s Floyd surname won’t be carry by any of his four
daughters’ children as they have taken their father’s last name. You might ask
what value are surnames?
Rick
Bublik of St. George is proud of his ethnic heritage and shares: My paternal
grandparents were from Cejkovy, Czechoslovakia. My grandfather Josef Bublik was the oldest of four children,
all males. He was born in 1878 and my grandmother Magdalena Chodlova was born
into a more affluent family in 1881. They fell in love and wanted to get
married, but her parents forbid it.
As Josef was the oldest son in his family, he would have been heir to
his father’s blacksmithing business.
Even though he had graduated from blacksmith school, the young couple
decided to forgo his inheritance and leave home for America where they could be
married.
They sailed to America from Bremen, Germany on the
Brandenburg. Arriving in Baltimore
in October 1908, they were married in December 1908. Josef went to work as a plumber. He filed for citizenship,
which also applied to his wife Magdalena, in August 1919. He finally became a
citizen in 1927. Magdalena never
learned to speak English. They had four children while living in Cleveland,
Ohio, three sons and one daughter.
They lived in the same house their entire lives. Rick continues: I have learned from my
grandparents that love and dedication to a family outweighs monetary gains and
brings lasting happiness.