My own paternal grandfather even shortened and altered the spelling of his surname in order to make it more "anglo-american" in order to not "burden" his children with a Finnish surname
The story of my family name actually sounds like a Norwegian joke; my paternal great-grandfather, I think it was, decided there were too many of his name in the area, decided to take a new one, and fashioned a name that sounds like he quite literally looked around at where he was standing and settled on the first thing he noticed. My favorite, though, is the punch line about how Norway is just as big as Sweden if you flatten out the mountains.
There was a time when Finns weren't even "Scandinavian" enough, and some tried to argue that they were actually Asian, and thus shouldn't be allowed to into the country under the laws of the time. My own paternal grandfather even shortened and altered the spelling of his surname in order to make it more "anglo-american" in order to not "burden" his children with a Finnish surname.
Because a friend's mother once wrote a book with a Hungarian-Roma-American who played in a band with a feminist author's son who in turn went on to front an Irish-folk punk band from Minnesota with a habit of scoring eastern-European fiddlers, I did the worldbeat fascination bit in the Nineties that included my introduction to the idea of a white on white erasure in Norway. I'm quite certain the majority would protest that phrasing, but so it goes.