I is for Italy. Italia. My father and all of his family are full-blooded Italians which makes me half Italian. Our roots are in the region of Calabria (Reggio di Calabria) which rests just above Sicily’s boot. My Italian family is fun, loud and crazy! 🙂 But I wouldn’t trade them for anything. The following is a fun, true story we’ve heard growing up and at family reunions. I wish this telling had more details but I think you’ll get the picture.
My great great great grandfather worked for the mafia at one time as a driver. Our last name at that time was Catona. At one point he wanted to stop working for them. This did not go over very well with the bosses and they told him if he tried to leave he’d be killed. I assume he knew too much. Maybe he drove around way too many people who ended up in the river the next day. He quickly moved his family and then jumped the fence, so to speak, to America. He changed his last name to Callor and that is the maiden name I was born into. Quite an exciting family story! Some day I’d like to go to Italy and see if we have any living relatives still there. I would love to meet them!
Do you have any crazy family stories?