Frank is the history buff, the master storyteller, and the one who cares about his family’s history- every relative for well over a decade. His posts bring history to life. I have learned more about Brooklyn, Italy, the Army, education in the ’60’s, and how things came to be how they are today, by reading Frank’s posts. I am ‘there’, and every relative feels like my family member. I am glued to his posts and stories. I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did.
My grandfather Francesco at the wedding of his grand daughter – circa 1950. He was a 33 year old widower in 1905 with 3 young children, no wife to care for them and no future in the new Italy. He decided to come to America.
Francesco needed a wife.
He was a widower. He was sitting in the place in Southern Italy where his family had lived for generations with three children who no longer had a mother. His wife Antonia was dead.
He was also determined to go to America. He knew he had no future here. Neither did his children.
He had grown up poor in a town (you have to guess which one) where absentee landlords owned everything and everyone else owned nothing. He had no education and could barely read or write Italian. The town was run by the landlords, the “prominenti” (those relatively well off), the priests and…
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