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Long Lost Sister – part 2 (Guiseppa Cuba) – 52 Ancestors

Since I had such good luck finding Italian records on FamilySearch.org, I decided to look for additional Cuba siblings.

By browsing the Italy Image Only Historical Records, I found more documents from Caltanissetta, Caltanissetta, Civil Registration (Tribunale), 1866-1910.

Lo and behold, I found another sister! Guiseppa born to Luigi Cuba and Rosaria Dimenza on 3 February 1886.

Italian families were typically very large. If you are researching your Italian genealogy and can’t find a birth record for your direct ancestor, try looking for the birth records of their siblings. Italian records contain a wealth of information, such as age of parents and occupation.

Buona Fortuna!

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Long Lost Sister – part 1 (Angela Cuba) – 52 Ancestors

I have been researching my Italian ancestry for over 17 years. I have ordered microfilm from Salt Lake City and have pored over handwritten documents written in Italian until I went cross eyed. I thought I had exhausted every avenue in my research of the Cuba line, short of visiting the old country. And then a funny thing happened . . .

I decided to browse the Italian collection at FamilySearch.org. Did you know that you could browse records by location? When I typed in my family surnames, I wasn’t surprised to find that my ancestor’s records had not been indexed. After all, they were peasants living in tiny, rural towns. But by browsing the Italy Image Only Historical Records, I found that documents from one of the tiny, rural towns had been uploaded to the site. Italy, Caltanissetta, Caltanissetta, Civil Registration (Tribunale), 1866-1910 and Italy, Caltanissetta, Civil Registration (State Archive), 1820-1935 were both present, however, the State Archive has to be viewed at a Family History Center.

I started by looking at the Nascite (birth) records for the years surrounding my grandfather’s birth year. Giovanni Cuba was born in 1887 and I knew his brother Michele was born in 1884 and brother Giuseppe was born in 1890. Were there any older or younger siblings? An index of births is produced each year which lists surnames in alphabetical order. It is tedious work, looking through the handwritten indexes of each year, but luckily my ancestors were the only Cuba’s living in Caltanissetta. Once you find your surname in the index, you need to find the specific record number it references.

And then I found her – Angela born to Luigi Cuba and Rosaria Dimenza on December 31, 1881. Eureka! As fate would have it, a few weeks after I found Angela’s birth record, I was contacted by one of Angela’s descendants who told me that Angela had married Calogero Vizzini, had four children and died in Italy. For the past year, I have been putting more and more of my genealogical research online. I’m not sure how my cousin found me, but I’m glad she did. I am hoping to share more information and photos with her.

By the way, more and more Italian records are being uploaded to Ancestry.com. Their Italian records are broken out by year which makes it a bit easier to search. If you don’t want to pay for an Ancestry subscription, most public libraries do have a subscription and you can browse their collections for free.

Concetta Abbate Fiandaca (Ernestine Fiantaco) – 52 Ancestors

Concetta Abbate 2Concetta Abbate was born May 2, 1858 in Villarosa, Sicily, Italy to Ignazio Abbate and Rose Vitale. She married Angelo Fiandaca on September 8, 1881 when she was 23 years old. Angelo was 33 and a widower with at least two children. Concetta and Angelo had three children – Ignacio born in 1888, Guiseppe born in 1890 and Rose born in 1893. Angelo died on April 17, 1910 in Villarosa.

In 1911, now a widow, Concetta came to America at age 53. She sailed from Naples aboard the Cedric, leaving on March 16 and arriving March 29. Concetta indicated that she left a daughter, Rosina behind in Villarosa and is traveling to DuQuoin, IL with her 9 year old grand daughter, Maria Brunco. Maria was traveling to her mother Barbara Fiandaca in DuQuoin. Concetta’s passage was paid by her son Pietro.

In the 1920 census, Concetta can be found living with her son Sam Fiantaco in DuQuoin, IL. She was now known as Ernestine. In 1930, she was living with John and Rose Cubba in Detroit and was present when twins Michael and Rosalie were born.

Ernestine died on February 23, 1951 in Detroit, MI at the age of 83. She may not be considered beautiful by today’s standards, but she loved and raised her step children and children in Italy. Then traveled to America to help her children and grandchildren here. The grandchildren referred to her as little grandma because she was only 5 feet tall.

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Jane Downey Waelde – from Ireland to New York – 52 Ancestors

Jane Downey WaeldeBeing 100% of Italian descent, I don’t have a drop of Irish blood. But my husband and children do.

My husband’s 3X great grandmother, Jane Shaw Downey was born April 30, 1824 in Londonderry, Ireland. Her parents were Sarah Shaw, born in Ireland, and Robert Downey, born in Ireland. Jane immigrated to the United States in 1844 and married John Charles Waelde, a potter, on May 6, 1850 in Ithaca, Tompkins, New York, United States. 

North Bay Pottery

A rich deposit of clay near mill stream attracted potters to North Bay in New York. In the mid 1800s, potters settled in North Bay, attracted by the abundance of clay, wood and water. German craftsman, John C. Waelde, produced stoneware through 1875. John C. Waelde’s pottery was popular because of its hand painted and stenciled artwork. Many of John’s pottery jugs still exist and bring a pretty penny at auction.

Jane and John had nine children:

Sarah Jane, born 24 March 1851 and died in 1930

Erwin Robert, born 26 July 1852 and died 29 April 1940

Julia Elizabeth, born 21 August 1854 and died 6 February 1955

Mary Ann, born 6 July 1856 and died 20 December 1887

Helena born 1 November 1858 and died 8 September 1861 (only age 2)

Emma Louise, born 8 December 1860 and died 16 September 1945

Charles Henry, born 18 May 1863 and died 26 December 1916

Anna Emile, born 7 January 1866 and died 17 November 1936

William Howard, born 12 March 1870 and died 27 August 1889

On the 1860 Federal Census, John and Jane were living in the Town of Vienna, Oneida County, New York, North Bay Post Office. Sarah Downing, Jane’s mother, was living with them.

In the 1875 New York census, John and Jane were living in Vienna, Oneida county, New York. John was employed as a potter and was a Naturalized citizen. They lived with their 7 children, Sarah, Julia, Mary, Emma, Charles, Anna and Willie. Sarah (age 24), Julia (age 20) and Mary (age 12) all worked as weavers at a cotton factory in New York Mills.

On the 1880 U.S. Federal Census, Jane is listed as head of household and married. John is not listed as living with them. I can’t find John in any census records from 1880. She and her children (Emma, Charles, Anna and William) were living in Vienna, Oneida, New York. Also, the children list their father’s birth place as Wurttemberg, Germany.

In the 1892 New York census, John is back living with Jane and their daughter Anna in Maryland Township, Otsego County, New York. John’s occupation was listed as Potting Ware.

According to the 1900 federal census, John C. Waelde and wife, Jane, lived in Maryland Township, Otsego County, New York. John’s birth date was listed as August 1819 and Jane’s was listed as April 1830. Jane indicated that she had 9 children, 6 of which are still living. John said he was born in Germany and his parents were both born in Germany. Jane said she was born in Ireland and her parents were both born in Ireland. John said he came to the U.S. in 1847 and Jane immigrated in 1844. John is listed as blind.

Jane died 16 March 1914. She was preceded in death by John, who passed away in 1903.

From the Syracuse Herald, 17 March 1914, page 4

Mrs. Jane Waelde – North Bay Woman of 90 Years Died at Daughter’s Home

North Bay, March 17 – At the home of her daughter, Mrs. Sarah Brown, on Main street, yesterday morning occurred the death of Mrs. Jane Waelde. Last fall she came here to spend the winter with her daughter and until several weeks ago she was in her usual health. Her maiden name was Jane S. Downey and she was born in Londonberry, Ireland. Had she lived until April 16th she would have been ninety years old. Her marriage to John C. Waelde took place May 6th 1850 and for twenty years they resided here leaving here in the spring of 1881 to make their home in Schenevus.

She leaves six children, Mrs. Sarah Brown of North Bay, Mrs. Julia Palma of Durhamville, Mrs. Emma Mason of Newport, KY, Mrs. Anna Earing of Maple Valley, Erwin R. Waelde of Poughkeepsie and Charles Waelde of Newburgh, also several grandchildren and great-grandchildren. The funeral (not legible) Mrs. Brown at 1 o’clock this afternoon, the Rev F. J. Fulton officiating and tomorrow morning the body will be taken to Schenevus, Otsego county and laid to rest beside her husband.

Salvatore Cuba, Sicily – 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks

Salvatore Cuba is the relative that has a birth date closest to mine. Salvatore was born on September 24, 1878 in the seaside town of Gela, Sicily. He is the oldest son of Luigi Cuba and Rosaria DiMenza. Sometime between 1878 and 1884, the family moved 60 km inland to Caltanissetta, Sicily where three more sons were born. The younger sons, Michele, Giovanni and Giuseppe all eventually moved to America, but Salvatore never did. He died in Caltanisetta on March 10, 1960.

My father has talked about his uncles Mike and Joe, but I have never heard any stories about Salvatore. Did he ever visit his brothers in America? Did anyone ever travel back to Italy to visit Salvatore? I can find no evidence of either.

I have mentioned before the Italian tradition of naming children after grandparents. First born sons are named after their father’s father. Second born sons are named after their mother’s father. First born daughters are named after their father’s mother. Second born daughters are named after their mother’s mother. Remaining children are usually named after the parent’s brothers and sisters. Brothers Michele, Giovanni and Giuseppe all named their oldest sons Luigi Cuba!

Since Salvatore was Luigi’s oldest son, I can assume that Luigi’s father’s name was Salvatore, but I haven’t been able to verify this. I do know that Rosaria’s father’s name was Salvatore, so perhaps Salvatore Cuba was a second born son and I don’t have any information about the first born. Or perhaps both grandfathers were named Salvatore.

To research my Italian ancestors, I have had to order microfilm from The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Salt Lake City and spend hours in front of a microfilm reader. Fortunately, more and more Italian Civil Records are being loaded online at FamilySearch.org and Ancestry.com which makes research easier.

Corso And Monument Umberto I. Caltanissetta, Sicily 1934; Photo by: TCI/EyeOn/UIG via Getty Images

Corso And Monument Umberto I. Caltanissetta 1934

Maria Francesca Muglia Pepe – 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks

Maria Francesca Muglia Pepe 1932

When I was young, my brothers, sisters and I were often relegated to the basement, mostly to keep out of my mom’s way while she was cleaning and cooking. But we didn’t mind. The basement was cool in the summers before we had central air conditioning. It was full of old books, old records and old photo albums. I loved looking at the old pictures, carefully arranged on the black sheets. At first, I was only interested in seeing pictures of me and my siblings growing up, but later I started prowling among the older photo albums, amazed at seeing my mother as a child and teenager. One photo in particular stood out. It was a large picture. There were about thirty people arranged outside a house. The mothers held babies in their laps and the fathers wore white shirts and ties. In the middle of the photo sat a stout, old woman, her white hair pulled back into a bun. She wore a black dress and although many in the photo were smiling, she was not. To me, she looked like Queen Victoria of England. I carefully carried the album upstairs and asked my mother who the woman was. “That’s my Grandma,” my mom told me. She laughed, looking at the photo “My brothers and I used to joke that she was as wide as she was tall.”

Maria Francesca Muglia was born on November 22, 1866 in a tiny town in southern Italy called Guardia Piemontese. The town is located in the mountainous region of western Calabria, on the Tyrrhenian Sea. The people speak a peculiar dialect called Occitan, which originated in Southern France and was brought to Guardia Piemontese with refugees from Northern Italy who were escaping persecution from the Catholic Church.

Maria Francesca stood only 4 foot 8 inches tall. She married Francesco Pepe on August 5th, 1886, when she was 20 years old and he was 27. Francesco was also born and raised in Guardia Piemontese and the two families were most likely piesans, or close friends. On the marriage certificate, Francesco’s occupation was listed as contadino, or peasant. He was most likely a worker on a farm. Maria Francesca’s occupation was listed as filatrice, or spinner. Her father was deceased by the time she married, so perhaps she had a job to help support her family.

A year later, the couple had a son, whom they named Luigi after the paternal grandfather, as was the custom. Luigi was followed two years later by Maria, then Giuseppe, born in 1892 and named after the maternal grandfather. Tragically, Maria Francesca lost her daughter when little Maria died when she was only four years old. Maria Francesca was pregnant with son Domenico at the time. Tragedy struck again as Domenico died at the age of fifteen months. Her heart must have broken in two when baby Carmela, born in 1898 died after only eight months.

Around this time, the couple decided to leave Italy behind and start a new life in America. Francesco saved up enough money for him and oldest son Luigi to travel to New York. In March of 1901, they arrived in New York and went to stay with relatives in Bellington, West Virginia. Remaining in Italy, Maria Francesca was five months pregnant and had a young son to care for. Did she stay with relatives or go back to being a spinner to support her family?  How did she send word to the United States that a son named Domenic was born in July?  How long would a letter take to cross the ocean?

Maria Francesca and Francesco spent two years apart as he struggled to establish a new life and earn enough money to send for his family. By 1903, Francesco and Luigi had moved to Philadelphia, New York, where Frank Pepe, as he was now known, worked for the railroad. Maria Francesca traveled 300 km to Naples and left on the S.S. Umbria on May 27, 1903 and arrived in New York on June 10. She traveled with her sons Giuseppe and Domenic, aged 11 and 2. It is interesting to note that she traveled under her maiden name, and is listed on the ship’s manifest as Maria Francesca Muglia. The boys are mistakenly listed with the last name of Muglia instead of Pepe. However, once in the United States, she became Mary Frances Pepe. Luigi’s and Giuseppe’s names also were Americanized to Louie and Joe.

The next years must have been happy ones as the family was reunited. The family grew with the births of Grace, Gus and Rose over the next four years. But the happiness was not to last. Frank contracted pneumonia and died on October 15, 1907, leaving Mary Frances widowed with six children to care for. The baby, Rose, was just seven months old. Mary Frances wanted to return to Italy, but her older sons convinced her to stay, reminding her how hard life had been in Guardia Piemontese. Louie married in 1910, and moved with his new wife to a house down the street. Mary Frances continued to live with the remaining five children in Philadelphia. Around 1923, Mary Frances and her children moved seventeen miles south to Watertown, New York, probably to live with one of the older sons. Louie, Joseph, Domenic and Gus all moved to Watertown and all worked as buffers in a brass plant. In 1932, when the picture I had dug from the basement was taken, Mary Frances lived with her son Gus and his family.

She died ten years after the picture was taken, survived by her six children and 34 grandchildren. Mary Frances was a feisty, resilient woman, who, even when faced with extreme difficulties, taught her children the importance of family.

Pepe family reunion 1932(Picture of Mary Francis Pepe surrounded by her children, their spouses and grandchildren. My mom is being held by her father – third man from the right in the last row)

Pietro Fiandaca – 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks

I’ve decided to accept the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge!

Week 1’s theme is Fresh start. What ancestor had a fresh start?

This was an easy theme for me because 100% of my ancestors came to America from Italy for a fresh start. The hard part was choosing an ancestor to highlight.

I decided to start with great uncle Pietro Fiandaca because he was the first ancestor on my Dad’s side to come to America. Pietro was the oldest son of Angelo Fiandaca and Maria Didio. (Although his death certificate lists his mother as Mary Marsilia). He was born on November 1 , 1876 in Villarosa, Sicily. Pietro married Calogera Abbate, who was the sister of his father’s second wife. (Kind of weird in this day and age, but maybe not unusual for your step mother to also be your sister-in-law). Like most of my Sicilian ancestors, Pietro worked as a sulfur miner.

Pietro left Sicily in 1904 from Naples aboard the Lombardia and arrived at Ellis Island October 7th, 1904. He indicated that he was going to stay with his cousin, who is also named Pietro Fiandaca, in New York. In 1906, when his brother Ignasio came to America, Pietro was still living in New York. Brother Guiseppe also immigrated to America. By 1912, when my grandparents arrived from Italy, Pietro was living in DuQuoin, Perry, IL and working as a coal miner.

Sometime between the 1920 census and the 1930 census, the entire Fiandaca family changed their last name to Fiantaco! This is basically a made up name. You will not find any Fiantaco’s living in Italy. Pietro (Pete), Ignasio (Sam) and Guiseppe (Joe) all appear in the 1930 census and everything there after as Fiantaco. I haven’t been able to find out why. I think perhaps because of prejudice against Italians at this time. Their name did not get changed at Ellis Island, like most people think. If I meet anyone with the last name of Fiantaco, I know I’m related to them. But I have lost my Fiandaca paisans.

Pete Fiantaco died on December 24, 1933 in DuQuoin, Perry, IL at the age of 57. He is buried in Sacred Heart cemetery in DuQuoin, IL.

1918 WWI Pietro Fiandaca 1

Italian Genealogy Research for Beginners

John and Rose Cubba

When I started working on my family’s genealogy 17 years ago, I was told it was hopeless because Italians just don’t care about genealogy. Being a “testa dura” that didn’t stop me from diving in head first! Here are some books that helped me get started and I still refer to them today in this age of digital records.

  • The absolute best book is A Genealogist’s Guide to Discovering Your Italian Ancestors by Lynn Nelson. Published in 1997, it explains the Italian vital records and how to find your ancestor’s home town or comune. Nelson explains how to order micro film from the Mormon church, but more and more of these records are being digitized. Ancestry.com and FamilySearch.org are great resources.
  • Italian Genealogical Records: How to Use Italian Civil, Ecclesiastical & Other Records in Family History Research by Trafford R Cole.
  • Finding Your Italian Roots. The Complete Guide for Americans by John Philip Colletta.
  • Italian-American Family History: A Guide to Researching and Writing about Your Heritage by Sharon DeBartolo Carmack. This is a great resource for putting all your research together.
  • A newer book, Italian Genealogy Records Guide by Jennifer Holik, may also be worth checking out since it was published last year and covers searching digital records.

A new trend I am seeing, is people self publishing their family’s genealogy. Some of these are available on Amazon. For example:

  • Coberly Connections: Pilgrims, Patriots & Presidents by Daniel L. Coberly
  • FALCONARA: A Family Odyssey by Hal Higdon & Rose Musacchio Higdon
  • Ancestors of Salvator Bloise and Rose Pippo by Nick Bloise

So don’t be afraid to start exploring your Italian roots! Yes it is hard work, but “Non v’è rosa senza spina” – There is no rose without thorns.

Meatball Cookies

It seems everyone is anxious for the Christmas season to begin, and with good reason. People are often nostalgic for the Christmases of their youth and I’m no exception. Seeing a box of glass Christmas ornaments made me think of all the Christmas Eve dinners we had at my Grandma and Grandpa’s house when I was growing up during the 1960’s.

My mother’s parents, lived in Detroit, just south of Eight Mile Road. Every Christmas Eve, we would dress in our finest clothes and make the trek, often through the snow, to their house. My grandparents lived in a very small two bedroom bungalow. Every Christmas it was filled to bursting with their five children, spouses and a whopping eighteen grandchildren. Luckily, Grandma and Grandpa had a basement where the Christmas Eve feast was held.

The basement on Eastburn Street was a wonderful place, full of exotic smells. Grandma had a full second kitchen down there. I’ve heard that they are now called Italian kitchens, but back then, I just assumed everyone had a kitchen in their basement. The smell of the homemade wine still hung in the air from that year’s bottling. A big vat of tomato sauce simmered on the stove. Grandpa and my uncles smoked cigars and cigarettes in the corner while the women prepared the meal.

My sisters, cousins and I would sit on the steps leading down to the basement, in order to stay out of the way. I would try not to get my dress, usually a hand me down from my older sister, dirty and try not to tug at my scratchy tights. My brothers, would prowl around my uncle’s workshop. Uncle John was a life long bachelor who lived with Grandma and Grandpa. He had a corner of the basement where he invented all sorts of electronic gadgets.

Dinner always consisted of the same thing; mostaccioli with tomato sauce, Italian sausage and meatballs. I never cared for my Grandma’s homemade sausage. She put too much fennel in it for my taste, but her meatballs were divine, the kind that melt in your mouth. The children were always offered a sip of the homemade red wine, but I never acquired the taste for it. To me it tasted like grape juice that had gone bad. My children are shocked when I recount this story for them. They can not believe that an adult would willingly offer a child an alcoholic beverage. But Grandpa was born and raised in Italy and that was how things were done.

My favorite part of the meal was dessert, of course. Grandma loved to try out new recipes that she cut out of magazines and she always had a big plate of cookies ready. One of our favorites was a chocolate spice cookie covered in chocolate frosting. One of my cousins said the cookie looked like a meatball and the name stuck. Meatball Cookies were present every year.

After the Christmas Eve meal, the kids would sneak upstairs and sit in the living room. We would turn off all the lights in the house except for the lights on the Christmas tree. My Grandma always had an elaborate, multi-level Nativity scene staged under the tree complete with shepherds, angels and the three wise men. She used white felt covered with glitter as the base. When I asked her about it one year, she said it represented the snow on the ground. This made perfect sense to me until I grew up and realized that Bethlehem probably never saw an inch of snow. One of the older cousins would volunteer to be Santa and sit in Grandpa’s La-Z-Boy recliner. The younger cousins would take turns sitting on “Santa’s” lap and asking for funny or outrageous items. Then we would sing Christmas carols while the adults cleaned up the dishes. One year, while we were singing, Grandma came upstairs to put some leftover food into the refrigerator. We begged her to sing a song with us. She sang her favorite Christmas carol, which was Silent Night. Other than the occasional Happy Birthday, I think that was the only time I heard my Grandma sing.

With the dishes done and the food put away, the grown-ups would come upstairs. The adults would crowd onto the couch and chairs and the children would sit, cross legged on the floor. Then my mom and her brothers would pass out envelopes to each niece and nephew. Each envelope contained a dollar, except the envelope I received from my Uncle Frank. Uncle Frank was my godfather, so every year, he slipped a five dollar bill in my envelope. Grandma and Grandpa also gave us envelopes. By the end of the evening, I felt so rich!

Grandma and Grandpa are both gone, the house on Eastburn has been sold and my cousins have scattered to the four corners of the country. Now that I have children of my own, I try to recapture the warmth and strong sense of family I felt during those special occasions. These days, my Dad gathers with his children and grandchildren on Christmas day. We sit down to a meal of mostaccioli and meatballs. Meatball Cookies are still made by me, although my children are rather disgusted by the nickname and we have to be careful to call them chocolate spice cookies. My daughters and son talk with their cousins while the adults clean up the dishes. I am looking forward to this Christmas to build some new memories.

meatball cookies

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