At my age it is always a challenge to learn new things. I am currently trying to master Instagram or at the very least understand it. A fellow Instagram user Kelly of Italian at Heart proposed that we write on a preselected topic and then somehow, magically (I’m not sure how to do this yet) link it to other blogs and Instagram accounts. The selected topic is “The Italian Connection”. Also participating are Jasmine of Questa Dolce Vita and Kristie of Mamma Prada.
Allora. Now to the topic at hand. My Italian connection began when I was born into an artistic first generation Italian family. Both sets of grandparents had taken a leap of faith and boarded a ship from Italy to cross the Atlantic in hopes of establishing a better life in the United States.
Perhaps it is this courage that deeply connects me to my Italian roots. Their willingness to risk their lives, loved ones, language and existence as they had known it seemed a courageous act.
When I was quite young, the elders would tell stories of the old country. The soft lilt of this strange language reached the tender ears of my sisters and myself as we played beneath the large wooden table in the dining room. They spoke, drank espresso and told tales of their former life in Francavilla. As they desired to assimilate into their new life, they spoke quietly in their mother tongue to ensure the ‘children’ did not understand what being said. So unfortunately for my sisters and myself we are only now learning to master la bella lingua. But the stories of colorful characters, recipes handed down from previous generations, love of family, children and laughter easily and freely shared has stayed with me to this day and is woven into my being forming an indelible link and Italian connection.