Inspired by Mae Foreman

My great grandparents left Italy and Sicily after World War I. They left to escape a growing fascist regime with aspirations of new opportunities in a new land. Far away to America. The United States of America. A fresh, new country. A land of hopes and dreams. They worked hard helping to shape the country that this is today. They took little with them and made do with what they could acquire here. They adapted to the culture and mixed it with their own. Losing some of their original identity along the way, language, customs, religion, cuisine but gaining a new one in its place. Proud new Americans whose children fought as Americans in World War II. Helping this country to prevail and continue to fulfill the dreams of those seeking a better life. Their children’s children and their children in turn, Americans, fighting wars and terrorism for their own freedom and the freedom of others around the world. It really is a great country, even when its not so good. Things are much worse in other places. My ancestors came here to be Americans. That is how I came to be an American.