45-Muro Family in America: Josie comes to Brooklyn, 1929

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Josie Muro in 1929.


Josie Muro was the daughter of Nicola and Letizia (nee Scotti) Muro. She was born in 1909 in Agropoli and came to the United States with her mother in 1912. Her father came a few years earlier in order to secure work and a place to live. The family settled in Wilmerding, Pennsylvania.

Josie came up to Brooklyn, NY sometime between 1928 and 1929. My Mom told me of the events leading up to it in a general way but without too many details. As a child, Uncle Sammy learned of a similar version of the story.

The information obtained from our reviews of the 1920 Federal Census in Wilmerding and the 1925 New York State Census entries for Brooklyn, NY helped fill in the spaces that existed in our knowledge regarding the story of Josie’s coming to Brooklyn. We shared what we knew. Then using the factual evidence from the Census records created a time line that provides us with a framework to better understand events that were in place before, during and after Josie’s move to Brooklyn.

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41-Muro Family in America-The sisters of Letizia Scotti Muro


Letizia Scotti Muro, wife of Nick Muro, passed away in 1921 at the age of 32. She left behind 5 children. Her daughter Josie often spoke of a relative named “Titsie” with great fondness. The correct Italian word for “aunt” is zia but I have heard it pronounced like “zitsie” or “titsie”, too. Whenever I visited my Grandma Josie, she got very lively if the relative named Titsie called. There was always a big smile on her face and a glow afterwards that told me this caller was someone special. My Mom said that this person was my Grandmother’s Aunt. I never asked what her name was.  I took it for granted that some day I’d get around to that.

Since I hadn’t asked more questions about who Titsie was I could not be sure if she was my Grandmother’s maternal or paternal Aunt. As Uncle Sammy and I study the family history I am gaining more insight into which direct line relatives played a role in the lives of Letizia’s children after her death. This posting will provide an overview on how I came to know the identity of who my Grandmother’s Auntie (Titsie) was and why she was an important part of her life.

Relationship Notes

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Pedigree chart for lineage of Letizia Scotti Muro. The names of her siblings are included.

Letizia Scotti Muro was:
–Josie’s Mother
–Sammy’s maternal Grandmother
–EmilyAnn’s Great Grandmother

Josie Muro Serrapede was:
–Emily Leatrice & Sammy’s Mom
–EmilyAnn’s maternal Grandma

Concetta Scotti Fasano and Elisa Scotti Errico were:
–Letizia’s sisters
–Josie’s maternal Aunts
–Sammy’s Great Aunts
–EmilyAnn’s Second Great Aunts

The Sisters of Letizia Scotti Muro

Our research has not turned up any immigration records for the sisters of Josie’s father, Nick. As of this date (10/3/2015) the only immigration records we have for our branch of the Muro family are Nick’s.

This past summer I located documentation that Letizia’s twin sister Concetta and younger sister Elisa immigrated to Wilmerding, PA around the same time as Letizia did. Both sisters still resided in Wilmerding at the time of Letizia’s death. We will review the 1920 Federal Census entries to gain a snapshot of what their lives were like at that time.

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15a-Station Break: Sunday Afternoon Dinner in an Italian-American household

In North Boston, Wednesday is Prince Spaghetti Day (1969)

When this commercial was made, Uncle Sammy and his first wife Annie lived in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York. I attended New Utrecht High School and lived at home on 79th Street in Dyker Heights. The predominant ethnic group was Italian-American but the customs were not like those depicted in this commercial. Wednesday was a weekday. Children had to do homework and get to bed early. Parents had to clean-up and get ready for the next day. Meals were never so elaborate during the week. The scenes depicted in this commercial were more typical of dinner during a Sunday afternoon amongst the families we knew in our part of Brooklyn.

Relationship Notes

Sabato Serrapede was the son of Gennaro and Emilia (nee Pappalardo) Serrapede.  Josie Muro was the daughter of Nicola and Letizia (nee Scotti) Muro.

Jose and Sabato married in 1930. They were:

–Sammy’s parents
–EmilyAnn’s maternal Grandparents

My Memories of Sunday Afternoon Dinners

Sunday was the day when all the stores were closed because the Blue Laws were still in effect. These laws required certain places of business like bars to be closed because it was the Sabbath day. There were restaurants that were open but little else. There was a sense of stillness and a suspension of the routine we lived during the rest of the week.

Among the people I knew, families went to church if they were religious.  Others got into their cars early for a drive to someplace like Shore Road where they’d relax and enjoy themselves.

In the Italian American community the Sunday afternoon dinner was the main social event of the day. Preparations began on Friday . Shopping was done between Friday and Saturday afternoon. The tomato sauce was started Saturday night in some households or early Sunday morning in others.

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11c-To my Great-Grandfather Gennaro

Dear Great-Grandfather Gennaro:

Look at how far we’ve come over the course of three generations in America!  It is a little over a century since you made your trips to this country.

Your son Sabato Serrapede, my maternal Grandfather, went on to become a member of the Building Worker’s Union.  For over 25 years he was a doorman at a luxury apartment building in New York City.  He and Josie owned a two family home with spacious grounds including a garden large enough to grow roses, a little fig tree, zucchinis, tomatoes, basil and marigolds.  Sabato retired with a generous pension and enjoyed a long and productive life.

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10a-Gennaro Serrapede, Trans-Atlantic Commuter


We have used the research done by Anthony Vermandois of ImaginesMaiorum as the basis for our exploration of our immigrant ancestor Gennaro Serrapede.  He came to the United States as a Bird of Passage.  We have also used the resources at Ancestry for the ship’s passenger list presented and cited in the Resources section at the end of this posting.

Relationship Notes

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EmilyAnn’s maternal line on the Pedigree Chart.

Gennaro Serrapede was:

Sammy’s paternal Grandfather
EmilyAnn’s Great Grandfather through her Mom’s side of the family

Gennaro’s Experiences with Social Capital and Chain Migration

So how does our Gennaro’s experiences with Chain Migration and Social Capital compare with the readings we have done about the typical experiences of a Bird of Passage from Southern Italy?

Gennaro’s 1909 trip is very straightforward and not too surprising in terms of his contacts in New York City.  What is more interesting is that a 1913 trip to the United States involved more complex travel arrangements.  In addition, the network Gennaro Serrapede had in the U.S. is wider than first indicated and the ability to get work as a result of his social capital gives substance to what we read.

This is what makes examining the actual records of his travel so important to us:  now it’s not just information about immigrants, it is our immigrant ancestor whom we understand better and can almost touch through the knowledge we gain from our research.

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3-The Byzantine Gate 1976

In 1976 my maternal Grandparents Sabato (Sam) and Josie (nee Muro) Serrapede celebrated their retirement by taking a three week trip to Italy.  They were also very, very happy that I was just 6 months away from college graduation in January of 1977.  My Grandmother called me in February of 1976 to tell me we were going to celebrate her retirement and my college graduation that June.  She told me I had to see the beauty of Agropoli and the Cilento coastline in the shimmering light of summer, not the subdued light of winter.

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At JFK airport, left to right, Grandma Josie, Grandpa Sam, Albina DiSchiavi and me. Grandma Josie’s niece Albina was part of the family group who saw us off. Albina is the daughter of Grandma Josie’s sister, Rose Muro D’Ambrosio DiSchiavi and Rudy DiSchiavi.

My Mother was very excited for me and we began to shop for a travelling wardrobe that we thought would work well in Rome.  I also bought some Simplicity sewing patterns and made two pairs of shorts and two halter tops with jackets for when we went to the beach.  I never asked my Grandmother what the Cilento coast would be like or what it was advisable to bring.  I figured Agropoli was our ancestral home town.  It would be a little bit like Dyker Heights.  The boys would love to cruise in flashy cars and the girls would all wear form fitting jeans and tops.  The summer would be full of bright times and everyday would feel like the Feast of Saint Gennaro or the bazaar at St. Bernadette’s Church.  Lots of conversation, hugging, joking around, sightseeing and afternoon naps.  Somewhere in between there would be a trip to the Vatican and maybe a museum.  Those were my thoughts about how an Italian Summer would be.

First week in Rome

We spent the first week in Rome staying at the gorgeous apartment where my Grandpa Sam’s niece Italia lived with her husband Antonio and 9 year old daughter Stefania.

It took some time for me to adjust to life in Rome.  I wasn’t used to such bright sunlight and dry heat.  I did not miss New York’s high humidity but I kept thinking about all the tree lined blocks back in Brooklyn and McKinley Park where my favorite bench atop one of the hills in the park was surrounded by so many trees that I called the spot my green cathedral.

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In Rome with (l-r) Grandpa Sam, Antonio and Italia.

Italia would always point out a fountain in the courtyard which her apartment overlooked.  I think it was made completely out of hand gathered seashells and stones.  Most of its appeal was lost to me.  I kept thinking of how the courtyard would look if it had oak trees, maple trees, a sundial and a bird bath.  I could not understand what was so inviting about a courtyard filled with white stones, a white fountain without any water and a few low green bushes.

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2-Growing up Italian-American in Dyker Heights, Brooklyn, NY

In this post my Uncle and I share some of our experiences of growing up Italian-American.  We then compare them to the first time we experienced the country and culture of our ancestors during our trips to Italy.

Growing up Italian-American in Dyker Heights 1941-1952:  Sam Serrapede, Jr.

My Maternal Grandparents, Josie and Sam Serrapede, followed the Italian custom of naming their children after ancestors within the family line.  Grandpa Sam’s Italian name was Sabato, in honor of his paternal Grandfather.  To differentiate father from son, my Uncle Sammy was named Sabbatino in Italian.  That translates as roughly as Sam, Jr. in English.  As a child he was called Junior.  My late Mother was the last one who could address him that way.     I’ve always known him as Uncle Sammy and that’s how I’ll address him within all the postings.

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Sabbatino Serrapede, late 1940s.

On September 1, 2014 we began recording our memories of the Muro and Serrapede families.  One of the first discussions we had focused on what it was like growing up Italian-American in Brooklyn and then experiencing Italy for the first time as adults when we vacationed there.

My Uncle was born in 1941 and grew up during the time Sam and Josie lived at 1167 66th Street in the Dyker Heights section of Brooklyn.  “The entire world was Italian,” he told me.  “Until I went to McKinley Junior High School.  It was then that I became aware of the Irish-American and Norwegian-American children that lived here and there in the area.”

Grandma Josie shopped for fresh foods every day.  On 66th Street and 11th Avenue were located 4 stores she frequently shopped at.  These small stores each had a specialty and were owned by families that lived in the community.  At Aiello’s Grocery Store, she bought freshly made ricotta cheese.  Faicco’s Pork Store, which is still in existence as of 9/1/2014, was a main source of home made mozzarella and pork sausage.  On 11th Avenue and 67th Street was a fruit store.   She’d also stop by Hermann’s Grocery store on 66th and 11th Avenue.  Nearby was Fusco’s Candy Store owned by Dick Fusco whom it was later discovered was part of the Colombo crime family.

Experiencing Italy for the first time:  Sam Serrapede 1997

These patterns of shopping daily for fresh food for the day’s meals was a pattern my Uncle saw when he and my Aunt Kathie vacationed in Italy in 1997.  Uncle Sammy found Rome to be too touristy to get into but felt that he experienced first hand something of the traditional quality of Italian life when he and Kathie stayed at Castelnuovo Berardenga , small town 9 miles south of Siena.  The town is located in a rural area.

My Aunt and Uncle rented a villa house at the base of the mountain near a winery.  Each day Aunt Kathie would go to the town square with Uncle Sammy to enjoy a very leisurely meal.  Since she speaks fluent Spanish and can also converse in basic Italian, she took care of ordering coffee each morning and dinner each afternoon.  The town inhabitants did not speak much English and the character of the town was not influenced by tourism.

My Uncle said that the emphasis on fresh produce and freshly cooked food each day was very close in spirit to the way Grandma Josie approached her role in shopping and preparing the family meals.

Growing up Italian-American in Dyker Heights 1953-1960:  EmilyAnn Frances May

My Mom was born Emily Leatrice Serrapede.  In Italian it would have been Emilia Letizia Serrapede.  Her first name was in honor of her paternal Grandmother, Emilia Pappalardo Serrapede.  Her middle name was in honor of her maternal Grandmother Letizia Scotti Muro.   When I was born my Mom had no such desire to call me Emilia.  Instead she named me Emily Ann and insisted the older generation always address me as Emily Ann.  When asked if I was named after my Italian Great Grandmother Emilia my Mom was quick to reply, “No!  She’s my baby and I named her after ME!”

So much for following old traditions!

As a child I remember being Italian-American as synonymous with pasta, pizza, calzones and church bazaars.  I disliked eating meat as a child.  Even though I loved visting my paternal Grandparents Al and Blanche Terry there were times I did not enjoy the visits because of the predominance of meat heavy meals.  I loved even more the visits to Grandma Josie and Grandpa Sam Serrapede’s home, especially when it was a holiday.

Grandma Josie was a phenomenal cook and she did it all without an extensive array of equipment that is commonly used in gourmet cooking today.  Lunch or dinner at her house was a joy.  In the summer meals consisted of the squash, tomatoes and other vegetables grown in the back garden.  There was always pasta.  There would be meatballs or pork sausage but never in large quantities.  Rather my Grandparents preferred baked or broiled fish and sometimes chicken.

My Mom and I would help out in the kitchen while Grandma Josie created pasta magic making the pasta dough on top of the large bread cutting board she had placed on top of the formica kitchen table.  The dough was cut into narrow ribbons using a serrated wheel like cutter and laid on top of a sheet in her bedroom to dry before cooking.  There was never a restaurant that could compare to the lightness and flavor of her home made pasta.

n addition to fine food, my limited world view of Italy was heavily influenced by films and pop culture.  Famous Italians were singer Connie Francis and Mousketeer Annette Funicello.  Being Italian-American meant you had a sense of humor about your ethnic identity and weren’t afraid to laugh about it, especially when Lou Monte sang “Peppino the Italian Mouse”.

Impressing other children on the block with the accomplishments of one’s cousins, Aunts and Uncles was also part of the experience.  For some reason, my friends and I never bragged about our parents or siblings.  We’d just try to outdo each other with how pretty a Godmother was or how rich an Uncle was or how smart some cousin was.

There was a very real awareness of our Irish-American and Scandinavian-American neighbors at the time I was growing up.  We knew about their cultures from such events as the annual parades in Bay Ridge celebrating St. Patrick’s Day or the Norwegian Day Parade.  Yet, we never socialized after school and never–ever–were encouraged to think about dating or marrying out of the Italian-American community.

Much of that talk influenced my friends but when I was about 7 years old I developed my very first crush on the older son of our neighbors down the block.  His dad was of Norwegian descent and his Mom was Italian-American.  Tall, blonde, athletic and friendly he fit my childhood need to see a Prince Charming in real life.  Whenever I read the stories from “My Book House” in 2nd grade I’d imagine Charlie Johansen as the Prince or the hero who rescued the maiden from the wicked witch.   I was frequently told that his parents were not happy in their marriage and I should remember that.  This was told me to me by my friends’ parents.

At home my Mom and Dad would say Dyker Heights was a small world.  I didn’t need to think about boys or marriage yet and should concentrate on getting better grades at school.   Unlike Grandma Josie, my Mom bought all food at the supermarket.  Raviolis were frozen and pasta sauce came out of the jar.  Life was all about driving from one place to another and the emphasis was always on buying something new.

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 EmilyAnn, First Holy Communion, 1960.

The bouquet was borrowed from the girl who had her photo taken before me.  My parents disapproved of the large bouquets and fancy updos the other girls were getting.  The photographer commented “E peccato!” (What a pity!”) when he saw I didn’t even have a pair of fancy gloves, either.  The dress my Mom,  Grandma Bessie and Aunt Maureen had first selected was even plainer than this.  I had to refuse it many times before they finally let me select this dress which I liked very much.  Bessie and Maureen were my Father’s Mother and Sister, respectively.

My only aspirations as a little girl were very simple:  work in a dress shop, wear high heels everyday and have a better wardrobe than Barbie.  I wasn’t interested in the marriage and baby carriage as much as travelling around the world and having my own social secretary.  It became very important that I have pierced ears and beautiful gold hoop earrings.

Each year my parents refused telling me it wasn’t necessary to identify with the other girls who wore more jewelry each year they grew older.  This gave me an early indication that my parents were out to remove the ethnic identifiers from my list of things I liked.  This became more evident as the years went on and which I’ll share as the story advances.

Given such impressions of this third generation childhood you can be sure my first experience of Italy as I stood in front of the Byzantine Gate of The Old Town in Agropoli was completely unexpected.

Discussed and notes taken:  Sunday, September 7th, 2014 4:15 p.m. EST

Written:    Monday, September 8, 2014 7:00 P.M.