"In 1927, my nephew murdered my oldest  brother, when he was 74 years old"

"My mother died so that my father could live, which allowed us to come to America."

"My 'dad' came here in 1900.  My mom came 3 years later, pregnant, with me..."

No matter when they lived, they all have a story to be told.

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Michael D. Scozzari