Sicily, Italy

The old country. My stepfather told us how his father had been discovered abandoned on a Sicilian beach. He was taken in by the nuns and they in turn named him John Pio, pio meaning orphan in Sicilian (mean spirited or just dimwitted?) Needless to say he always hated the name, later changing it to Cantizaro. When he had a falling out with the Cantizaro family (Italian’s always have fallings out), he changed it to Proyetto. In the service the paymaster couldn’t pronounce Proyetto and it was changed to Procetto. Later when my stepfather got into show business it was changed yet again to Milano.