Once upon a time, in the spring of 1911, a 14-year-old boy embarked on the ship Madonna from Naples, Italy. Per the instructions of his mother Francesca, his destination was Ellis Island, America. Luigi was never to see his siblings, his parents nor his homeland again. The combination of desperation and dreams, plus the promise that America held fo...

I was well into adulthood before I realized that I was an American. Of course, I had been born in America and had lived there all of my life, but somehow it never occurred to me that just being a citizen of the United States meant I was an American. Americans were people who ate peanut butter and jelly on mushy white bread that came out of plastic...

Spetterà probabilmente al Console Generale d'Italia a Chicago tenere a battesimo, nei prossimi mesi, it Grande Museo degli Italiani d'America che sta per nascere nel cuore di "Casa Italia" ai margini della City, per una iniziativa the a tutta calabrese. L'idea del Museo è infatti nata e cresciuta tra i calabresi che vivono a Chicago, e che da quasi...

I may be wrong, and I ask our readers to help me if so, but there is no such thing as a town called "Little Italy" in the United States. There are, of course, many neighborhoods called Little Italy in different American cities, officially or not. But a city officially called Little Italy, to my knowledge, does not exist. Today our interview guests...

Being a part of an Italian family is something to be amazed about, especially with the kind of unique culture and the strong family bond they have. If you’ve ever wondered what it is like to have that kind of family or even better, how it is like to grow up in one, read on this post because you will be reading the top reasons why growing up in an I...

When Elena Parisi, an engineer, left Italy at age 22 to pursue a career in London five years ago, she joined the vast ranks of talented Italians escaping a sluggish job market and lack of opportunities at home to find work abroad. But in the past year, as the coronavirus pandemic forced employees around the world to work from home, Ms. Parisi, like...

Who am I? Glad you asked! I could write a book about that! But to be brief, “Sono figlio di genatori immigrati italiani.” I am the son of Italian immigrant parents. I am also a proud American and a soldier of God and country. My parents, like thousands of other Italian immigrants, dared leave all behind. How brave they were to embark toward a stran...

I'm not an art critic, I'm not even an expert, but I believe that appreciation and judgment of art is subjective and personal: mine is that the most incredible work of art ever created is Mount Rushmore. For difficulty, danger, accomplishment, talent, inventiveness, precision, vision. Can you imagine what it's like to sculpt a mountain hanging in t...

Dear Friends, We at the Casa Italia Library are very proud to announce the new updated republication of Reconstructing Italians in Chicago: Thirty Authors in Search of Roots and Branches." The 2011 edition sold out the original 1000 printed copy. Please order a copy or two and show your support for the work we do at the Casa Italia Library. Thanks...

THEY BROUGHT THEM IN SUITCASES and in trunks, tucked into the corners of boats and, later, on airplanes. Seeds that became rapini, cardoons, artichokes, cucuzza squash. Cuttings from knobby grape vines that flourished into backyard arbors. And, above all, bits of stick that grew into fig trees. Starting in the late 1800s, when Italian immigrants po...