All I want for the New Year, 2016, is to find the family who adopted my grandfather. ALFREDO ELIGINI
He was adopted in 1892 by the Fratarcangeli family.
Adopted father: FRATARCANGELI, GIOVANNI, FU, PETRANGELO
Adopted mother: Sordilli Rosina
Adopted from Rome in Boville Ernica
He immigrated to the United States in 1913 and came to Ellis Island on The Santa Ana from Naples.
He came with one of his adopted brothers and a cousin by the name of Enrico Mariani.
He grew up in Ripi, Italy until he left home at the age of 16.
On his ship registry, he said he went to find his friend, Vincencio Visilli. He was sponsored by the CANALE family in Susquehanna, PA. He cousin ENRICO MARIANI DIED IN 1969 IN DETROIT, MI.
In the region of Ripi, Fratarcangeli, Mariani, and Canale are plentiful and many settled in north east Pennsylvania to work on the railroad.
There are members in the hundreds of Fratarcaneli’s living in the United States. I simply need to find the line of Rosina and Giovanni.
Can someone help me?
The sequel to The Man at the Caffe’ Farnese is almost complete. Now my readers will find out if Julie will find happiness with Dante…or will events and others keep them apart.
It’s been an extraordinary journey to get into the head and heart of Julie again. I cannot wait to share the final chapter in her story with all of you.
I am already starting to panic. No more classes until February. And with each passing day without the review and exercise of speaking Italian only, I forget bits and pieces of grammar and idioms.
Kudos to our fabulous teacher, Valentina, who puts up with our American accents and brilliantly coaches us on the correct way to speak this beautiful language. I always promise myself I will study diligently during the two month break. But I never do except for those people in Italy with whom I correspond. On my Face Book page there are dozens of posts from Italy. And I admit, I struggle to read some of them…especially if they are written in the “passato remoto,” the most difficult verb conjugation to learn. But I rally on.
If you read this post and speak Italian, please write something special in “la bella lingua” for me to decipher. I promise to respond in turn with the best Italian possible.
Baci e abbracci, Janet