Rose DiDomenico-Begnal

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My brother, his wife and I were visiting friends in Milan. The second week I suggested we take a trip to Caserta in Naples to see if we could find a cousin who we hadn’t seen since 1949. No address, …

Salvatore Foti

Arlene LaRocca Maresca

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There is a song from my childhood that plays in my mind. Whenever I think of it I am brought back to my Grandparent’s basement in Brooklyn, New York. In the room next to the kitchen there stood an old …

My mother and her siblings Charlie, Joe and Sara - the night after their father died
(2nd from the left) My mother’s grandfather Morreale - Pelligrino's Father
My mother’s grandparents - Josephine and Charles Mangaracina.
My Grandparents Rosalia Maria Morreale and Pellegrino with my Aunt Sara as a Child

Maria Bartiromo

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I attribute any success in business I’ve had to the wonderful Italian-American upbringing I have had and a very strong work ethic. My father’s father, Carmine Bartiromo, came to America first in 1919 from Salerno. He was only a teenager. …

Photo: My mother and her siblings Charlie, Joe and Sara - the night after their father died
Photo: (2nd from the left) My mother’s grandfather Morreale - Pelligrino's Father
Photo: My mother’s grandparents - Josephine and Charles Mangaracina.
Photo: My Grandparents Rosalia Maria Morreale and Pellegrino with my Aunt Sara as a Child
The Littlest Stone Carver

Arlene LaRocca Maresca

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Stellario Cucinotta, my Great Uncle, was born on December 8, 1882, the Feast of the Immaculate Conception in Messina, Sicily. His name, Stellario, is for Mary, in her designation as Star of the Sea. An excerpt of a prayer by …

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Michele DeAngelo Acerra

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These are my parents, Vito and Frances (nee Scigliano) DeAngelo, circa 1948, at Coney Island. They were both born in the U.S., children of Italian immigrants. We lived in a 2-family house in Brooklyn – my maternal grandparents, Marie and …

Grandpa & Arlene

Arlene LaRocca Maresca

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This poem sums up my feelings of the Brooklyn of days gone by, particularly the Italian American experience. Brooklyn The glory days of Brooklyn are gone forever. Memories of my childhood are intertwined, With the shouts of sidewalk vendors, And …

Joanne Ficano

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Papa narrates about his love of Sicily where he was born, and the importance of family in addition to his love of America.

Maria Maffucci

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It was May, 1956 and I was 11 years old. My brother and I were born in Sicily and my parents had established an apartment on MOTT STREET.it was so hard at first. I loved the area and I loved …

Sara Jane Berman

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Maria Antonia Valentina Torre Pellegrino was my maternal Grandmother, and the dearest woman I have ever known. She was born on Valentine’s Day in Sanza, Italy. The snow was so high in the mountains that day, her father had to …

Young Bianco Family '40's

Sal Bianco Jr

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I’m now 82 and have had a wonderful life. I grew up on Mulberry St in Manhattan till I was 10 years old. from Canal Street to Houston St, Mulberry St was closed to all but it’s inhabitants.. Police were …

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Anne Scotti

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Four Scotti Brothers immagrated from a small town near Naples called Roccarainola around the turn of the century, Angelionello, Antonio, Nicola and Luigi. They settled in Red Bank, NJ and in New York City. This is a picture of their …

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Rob Anzalone

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My Grandparents Maria and Vito Trentadue came to New York circa 1925. In Search of a better life in America They left their small town in the Puglia region on the Adriatic Coast and settled in Astoria and then Whitestone. …