I Cant Help It Im Italian

“Leave Sicily? Why? Our families…everything we love is here. Please, my husband, don’t do this to us.” “Th ere’s a better life for us in America, Fiessa; you need to trust me…..We’re going!” In November 1913 Pietro and his family embarked on a frightening journey with a totally uncertain future. Crocifessa was heartbroken…and terrified. Ethel was thirteen years old in 1896; she had a feisty spirit and didn’t want to leave the farm in Manchester, England. “What does America have that we don’t have here?” “Opportunity!” her father said. Harry searched his heart…and his Bible for answers. He secretly cried often, and called out, “Why? Why Lord? What has happened to our life? What did we do wrong?” “You’re like a gumball machine; a thought comes into your mind, drops down onto your tongue, and comes right out of your mouth.” “I can’t help it…I’M ITALIAN!”