When I came to this country I had nothing so I had to live in my brother Gabriel’s house. I loved it that their baby Edda was there because I had taken care of her in Italy, and then brought her here to be with her parents. But it wasn’t fun to live in a house with your brother, his wife, his daughter and assorted cousins and others who stayed while on the way to somewhere else.
I went to work in the embroidery factory Gabriele owned along with my other brother Fortunato. I learned how to operate the machinery and was known as a diligent and quick worker. I came home at dinnertime to eat with the family and then I had to do the cleaning up. My sister-in-law Ersilia thought herself quite the lady, maybe because she was from Milano. Having lived in a city instead of a small mountain town like the rest of us gave her airs. Sometimes I could have sworn that she purposely burned the pots so that I would have a hard time cleaning. I wasn’t so happy there but why could I do? I was young, had no money, knew no one besides my brothers and their families. At least we had enough to eat.