I used to surf with a Peruvian guy, here in Mexico. We got along well and had some fun surf sessions. Eventually, he had to leave Mexico and return to Peru. I never knew his last name, and now I wish that I knew it.
There’s been some upwelling of family information due to the recent death of an aunt.
It seems that a few generations ago a Peruvian man named Senor Paredes moved to the US and settled in New Orleans. As sometimes happens with immigrants wishing to blend in, he changed his name to Mr. Walls, which is what Senor Paredes means in English.
The newly minted Mr. Walls married and had a girl they named Beulah.
Beulah Walls married a man named Rene Stocker and had a son named Clyde.
Clyde Stocker married a woman named Gayle Jaubert and together they had three girls. One of those girls had me. And she named me Stocker Cary, giving me Stocker as a first name because she had no brothers to carry the Stocker name forward.
When I was a kid I can remember my Dad teasing my Mom about being from South America and I thought it was because she had black hair. I never had an idea my great-great grandfather was from Peru. But I like it. Especially as I now live in a Latin country.
The other day I was telling this story to a Mexican woman I know and she made a surprised face – her last name is Paredes. Small world.
Now I just wish I knew the last name of my surf friend from Peru. He may be family too.