Most people’s journeys to America begin long before they are born, originating in the lives of their predecessors, who voyaged across the sea to America, the country of new beginnings. During the late 1800’s and early 1900’s, multitudes of foreigners in seek of escaping the troubles of their current lives decided to sail to America for a fresh start. The influx of overseas immigrants from various European countries turned the population into a medley of nationally diverse peoples that over time gently simmered into the cliché ‘melting pot’. The final result is the tremendously diverse American populace present today, in which many people have extensively broad and complex family trees, with ancestors of many different nationalities.
My journey to America began with my Italian ancestors from Naples, Italy on my Mother’s side, and my mostly Irish relatives from my Dad’s side. Both sides of the family came to America at around the advent of the twentieth century, a time in which both Italy and Ireland were going through their own political and social strife. Italy during that time was in the wake of having different factions within the country against each other and the resulting Italian Unification. Tension was mounting, and in a number of years, Italy was to be ruled by the Fascist tyrant, Benito Mussolini. My great grandmother and grandfather living in Italy at the time, both humble shoemakers, were not economically well off and most likely were fraught with the tensions of their daily lives. They may have had scarce food,