Mary_Gail_36
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Picture this, Sicily–Over 100 years ago, my grandmother’s older brother impregnated his fiance. Then he died in an accident before the baby was born and before he was able to marry her.
The baby was raised by my grandmother’s parents, who raised him as their own. The mother, emigrated to the US. She worked as a seamstress. She did not bring the baby, because being a single mother and an immigrant would have given the baby a worse life than living with his grandparents.
She ended up never seeing her child again, back then there were no transatlantic flights, no telephone calls, no letters (they were illiterate farmers). As often as possible she would send a package of clothing and shoes
I was fortunate enough to meet the “baby” as a sweet old man. He had no ill will towards his mother. He didn’t feel abandoned. He would have loved to know his mom, but considered it that it was bad luck she had to leave Italy. She would have been married if her fiance had not died.
The baby was raised by my grandmother’s parents, who raised him as their own. The mother, emigrated to the US. She worked as a seamstress. She did not bring the baby, because being a single mother and an immigrant would have given the baby a worse life than living with his grandparents.
She ended up never seeing her child again, back then there were no transatlantic flights, no telephone calls, no letters (they were illiterate farmers). As often as possible she would send a package of clothing and shoes
I was fortunate enough to meet the “baby” as a sweet old man. He had no ill will towards his mother. He didn’t feel abandoned. He would have loved to know his mom, but considered it that it was bad luck she had to leave Italy. She would have been married if her fiance had not died.