My father is Italian, and I never met my paternal grandparents. The family name was 'Caroselli' and it was changed in the mid '50s. I think they wanted to assimilate, which was pretty common, although I love the name 'Caroselli.'
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My father's parents were from Sardinia and my mother's from Barcelona.
I was born and raised in New York, but my family on both sides is of Italian descent.
I know Italians and I like them. A lot of my father's best friends were Italians.
We were raised in an Italian-American household, although we didn't speak Italian in the house. We were very proud of being Italian, and had Italian music, ate Italian food.
My parents could not be more Italian.
My family came from Spain in 1725, and if people want to consider me Hispanic, they can, but I didn't advertise that way, and I'm an American first.
My grandfather was from outside of Moscow, and my grandmother, although some of her family were French, was from Odessa. They met as immigrants in New York in the early '20s. My mother's family came over from Ireland generations ago.
My husband is actually Italian-American, and he thought I was Italian when he first met me.
My parents were both from extremely different backgrounds. My father's Italian, my mother was of Swedish descent. They're both first-generation Americans.
My father was adopted. He grew up in the Italian household.