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"Una voce dall'America" |
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The Roots of Our Family Tree Le Radici del Nostro Albero Genealogico di Robert Rowley - traduzione di Nicoletta D'Alitto |
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This past summer a cousin from Germany, her husband and their young son,
visited us here in New Mexico. My cousin--a third cousin related
through my maternal grandfather's side of the family--was born in Colobraro,
but moved to Germany with her parents when she was six years old. She
visits the city of her birth frequently, and her mother lives in Colobraro
part of each year. Until a few years ago, I had never heard of this cousin. But I saw her name in the Guestbook of a Colobraro website, and I wrote her an email message. She responded, and that was the beginning of an ongoing internet correspondence. Slightly over a year ago, when she went to Colobraro, she talked to relatives we met when we visited the village. She decided then that she wanted to come to America to meet us, and we made arrangements for a two-week visit. When we met at the airport in El Paso, Texas, we felt comfortable immediately--as if we had known each other for years. Within a few days we were on the road driving to Phoenix, Arizona, so that I could introduce my cousin and her family to my mother, my brother and his wife. We all felt a familial bond that transcended any language barriers, and we enjoyed ourselves immensely, visiting many of the tourist spots in the American Southwest: the Grand Canyon, Sedona, Apache Junction, the Superstition Mountains. In two short weeks we managed to forge a bridge across time and space, a bridge connected to a road leading directly back to Lucania. My cousin's visit, and our visit to Colobraro a few years earlier, reminded me of how important family is to Italians. When I was growing up in Youngstown, Ohio, in a neighborhood of Italians from the same area of southern Italy, we had great respect for family and family traditions. Our family lived together in the same neighborhood. My grandparents lived with us; my aunt and uncle lived next door. My grandmother's two sisters lived only one street distant. But through time, as the elders died and the young people moved away, the family bond was broken. America is a highly mobile society, and people are always on the move. Also, America is a fairly affluent country, and family members do not rely so much on each other. As a consequence, it is difficult to maintain the same level of family unity. There are, however, areas of the United States where the family is still of primary importance. In the American Southwest (Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, southern California), for instance, the Mexican-American population is very close-knit. Primarily Catholic, many Mexican-Americans come from large families that remain closely bonded (psychologically, sociologically, and geographically) through time. Young people who want to leave home to attend college are often encouraged to attend nearby universities or to attend college in their own hometown. The emphasis is on keeping the family unit together. To the American population at large--which, in recent decades, has begun to move even further away from the nuclear family--these kinds of familial requests seem archaic. Generally speaking, in modern America the "individual" person reigns supreme, taking precedence over the family unit. This movement, ever further from the extended family, threatens to make more shallow the roots of our family tree. Perhaps this is why, in recent years, I have tried to discover my family origins, in order to understand more clearly who I am, and what I have to say. |
Questa estate una mia cugina ,
suo marito ed il loro giovane figlio, sono venuti dalla Germania a farci
visita nel New Mexico. Mia cugina--di terzo grado e imparentata con mio
nonno materno -- è nata a Colobraro, ma
si è trasferita in Germania con i suoi genitori quando aveva sei anni.
Ritorna di frequente al suo paese natio dove sua mamma vive per buona parte
dell'anno. . Fino ad alcuni anni fa, non avevo mai sentito parlare di
questa cugina. Ma in seguito ho
visto il suo nome nel Guestbook
di un website di Colobraro e le ho scritto un messaggio e-mail. Mi ha
risposto , ed è iniziata così un'assidua corrispondenza
via Internet.
Poco più di un anno fa, quando lei è ritornata a Colobraro, ha comunicato
con i parenti che noi avevamo incontrato al tempo della nostra visita in
questo paese. Lei ha sentito poi
il desiderio di venirci a trovare in America e così noi
abbiamo organizzato per lei e la sua famiglia un soggiorno di due
settimane. Quando ci siamo
incontrati all'aeroporto di El Paso, Texas, ci siamo sentiti subito a nostro agio come se ci conoscessimo da anni. |