San Gregorio Magno, Italy
“We found another one!” said Valerio, the young man who drove us into the village of San Gregorio Magno. San Gregorio is the mountain town that my grandfather Angelo Simoniello left in 1878, at the age of 16. We are staying just outside of town at La Sfruschia, a farm and B and B. Arriving yesterday, the owners told me that there were many Simoniello’s in the town, and that they all descend from the same line. To verify this, we headed into the municipal offices to see what we could find.
|San Gregorio's manos|
|Jeanne, Valerio, Gregorio Robertazzi, Tommaso, and archivist|
|A view of San Gregorio|
Gregorio bid us ciao, and we finished the search, which Jane and Gail captured on video and in stills. Everybody waved their arms and spoke loudly, sounding much like Christmas dinner in Brooklyn. We concluded in the archives, and I went into a bar across the square to get us some something to drink. Our Robertazzi cousin was there and he insisted on buying our water.