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May 21, 2017 at 12:59 pm
Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra quote
May 21, 2017 at 5:27 pm
http://www.digitalhistory.uh.edu/voices/italian_immigration.cfm
Cheers
May 21, 2017 at 11:05 pm
minicapt,
I had an uncle who was Italian. His mother came from Italy. She never learned much English and always wore black as she was a widow. That was my only encounter with an Italian immigrant.
This backstory is the first I’ve ever read about Italian immigrants. Much of what I read surprised me especially their expectations that they would return home.
Many of my childhood friends were Italian, most third generation. My friend Maria’s mother was an amazing cook. I was invited for many Sunday dinners. I had my first white sauce spaghetti and my first spaghetti with clams. I found it remarkable that spaghetti could be made with all sorts of sauces.