In the early 1900s, my GREAT Grandfather left Sicily and migrated to America. Leaving all behind. It would not be until decades later that his son, my Grandfather, Giuseppe would leave his home of Burgio, Sicily to build a better life in America.
Eventually he sent for his wife Cira and their 5 children, my wonderful Uncles Domenick, Tony & Sal. My fun and sweet Aunt Vita and of course my best friend, my mother, Frances, to join him in Brooklyn, New York in the 1950’s. The older ones had jobs, the younger in school. Nonna was a homemaker and Nonno worked as a Porter and elevator operator in places like Lord & Taylor in NYC. They were a happy family yet still missing their relatives back in Sicily, even their 4 children that in those times unfortunately passed from minor illnesses.
They experienced all that America offered and still keeping their culture and traditions.
Fast forward to 1968 when my father Frank, born in Castellemare del Golfo, Sicily (moved to Rome as a young man) came to America on his own. Leaving behind his mother Rosa and his 4 siblings;