Wow! Interesting.
Back in 2000 when I was working in retail I met a lady with a foreign accent who wanted me to look up her account. I tried to pronounce her name, and then I said - well it looks Finnish, my apologies.
She was shocked that I recognized her national origin and how did I know. I said the last 3 letters in your name N-E-N gave it away.
I once went out and caught a good mess of Brook Trout so my wife could take them up for them.
GD if the first thing Granny did was cut the heads off for fish head soup. I told my wife if I would have known that, I would have chopped the dam heads off for them and kept the rest.
I always fried my Brookies with the heads on.
BTW, I met my wife in 1991. At that time, granny and gramps were in their late 80s. They didnt get running water into their house till after 95. They had electricity, but no running water. Hauled it in with five gallon buckets first thing in the morning from a hand dug well.
GD place was so far out in the sticks that it may not have been the end of the world, but you could sure as hell see it from there.
Dang tough fins.