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Sunday, November 21, 2010

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Joseph A. DePinto, LCSW

What a wonderful story and how similar to my own family. Thanks so much for sharing with us.

Momcat

WOW! Such a heartwarming piece of your history, and so poignantly told. Thanks so much for allowing your readers to enjoy this part of your life story.

Angela Savanino Rogers

Thank you for this heartwarming post, Dr. X. This is the story of many of our grandmothers and grandfathers who came to this country with nothing but the clothes on their backs and the dream of a better life. God bless all of them.

Kellbell

This brought back a memory that makes me cringe. Last summer my impatient, slightly tipsy former boyfriend and I were waiting on line at Shake Shack in New York. A young Asian couple in front of us were ordering and the order-taker asked the man to repeat his order. Muttering under his breath, or so he thought, my exasperated boyfriend said "speak English." The young woman turned around and apologized to us. She said her cousin was visiting from Thailand and practicing his English.

I was mortified.

Gringo

"When my grandmother returned from her trip, she told us with great amusement that her Italian family teased her, in a good-natured way, because she spoke Italian with an American accent. She had no idea."

A family friend, born in the US, spoke only Italian until she began school. Decades later, she took a trip to Italy at age 60 with her aunt, who had been born in Italy. While the family friend had spoken Italian all her life, from her accent the Italians quickly labeled her as "The American," while her aunt was seen as being Italian.


Nine Good Teeth, a movie memoir about an Italian-American grandmother who lived past 100, is well worth the viewing. You don't live past the century mark without accumulating some good stories.

Dr X

Gringo,

Thanks for the recommendation.

Jennifer

You brought tears to my eyes thinking of my Polish grandmother, my busha. I miss her. God bless.

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