Submitted by Christina on February 10, 2014 - 4:32pm
My mother’s family came to America in search of a better life. The youngest of seventeen children (yes, you read right, seventeen!), my grandmother talked often of their life in a small village outside the city of Naples in southern Italy. She talked about day-to-day things, the stuff of life in a small town. She loved America, but there was a part of her that longed for the simple life she had known in her homeland.