My husband’s family is from Italy. His grandfather and his brother immigrated to the United States as teenagers to make a better life for themselves. They came through Ellis Island, like many other immigrants back in the day.
His grandfather settled in Trenton, NJ. He was a stone cutter, and eventually his chosen trade killed him from inhaling the porcelain dust.
He met a young lady, and they fell in love. They went on to raise four children-two boys, two girls. The two girls grew up and married two brothers, so there were double cousins all around. One of the boys was my father in law.
My husband’s family is extremely tight knit and huge, when you factor in all the cousins, etc. I remember when I first met his dad’s side of the family I was a bit overwhelmed because just that group was bigger than my ENTIRE family (both sides, and my stepfather’s family) combined.
However, they welcomed with open arms, and I’ve been a part of their family ever since. I am blessed, because a lot of folks don’t like their in laws. I love them all!
Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity. Margaret D. Nadauld
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