I wrote how officials in the past casually got names wrong in census taking.
Lynne Schofield, of Crosland Moor, whose family history classes in Batley start next month, said she had an Uncle Willie who became Auntie Millie, without even the benefit of a transgender operation.
Reader Keith Sandy, who has done plenty of research himself, read the piece and had to smile.
“I found a family with a lodger by the name of MORFY who was born in – yes, you’ve guessed it – Ireland.”
My own name, being Irish, has been mangled more than once.
I bought a new car some years back and when the registration arrived in the post the name on it was Gilcommons.
I had to send it back to have it changed.
Instead of being the first owner, I was the second.
This is probably why my mother, all her married life, used the name Taylor when ordering anything from tradesmen or shopkeepers. Which would make me Denis Taylor.
And I don’t even like snooker.