My Family’s History

              My Dads side of the family isn’t a very interesting story, my Grandmother and Grandfather and their parents have lived in Chicago all their lives. When he was younger, my grandpa lived and worked on a farm, later moving to the city where he met my grandmother, they later got married and had my Dad and 2 aunts. My mothers side however is a loooooooong line of family members and cousins. Many many cousins. My moms mom lived in Chicago like my other grandparents, but my grandfather and all his brothers, sisters, and their couples brothers and sisters all moved here from Italy. My name was originally going to be Antonio like my grandfathers, but now it’s just my middle name.
                Most live in Bridgeport where they basically own half the street, so if I wanted to see my 3rd cousin, I’d walk down three buildings, 2nd cousin, 2 buildings. Unlike my dads side, 99% of everyone knows and loves each other, none have beef against any other family members. I’m not listing any names do to the fact I have to many to remember, but almost half the men’s name are Joe or Joey. Most of the women’s name start with an F, like Francine or Francesca.
                 Thanks to them I actually can’t eat much Italian food anymore because theirs is all authentic and makes restaurants look like 1 star motels. Most food they make, is all different kinds of pasta. But they don’t just throw in Ragu, they make homemade sauce. Once a year, they’ll all get together and make over 250 jars of sauce that is like Gods blood. I know that sounds over the top and a bit crazy, but it’s true, best sauce in the world. They also make their own cheeses, which is also fantastic. They make their own meats, one is called supasaude, so Italian that you can’t find at stores and if you do, don’t eat it. It’s like Italians version of jerky, except better. It’s very hard to describe the taste, but the smell isn’t. It’s like their cheese, awful sewage feet, but once you taste it the smell doesn’t matter.
                 I myself though am not related to any of them though, because I’m actually adopted. I don’t know anything of my other family other then I have a sister and a brother (maybe 2), but I consider myself very lucky to be part of both my sides of the family, and the only thing hard to handle is how much of their food I eat.