There are several ancestors I want to meet. But, I think the first and most important one is my own grandfather, Marco Ferraiolo.
Marco died when I was just four years old and the only picture I have with him was when I was a baby, I was on my grandmother's lap and my grandfather was rocking that late 1970s look.
I want to meet him because I honestly have no memory of him. I can't remember what he sounded like. My mom tells me that he sounded like my dad. Very deep voice. It's sad that I don't have a memory of him. All of my knowledge of the Ferraiolo side of the family came from his sister, my great-aunt.
Over the years she sent me many, many pictures of Marco. I still wish I could have met him or remembered him a little bit. It's tough because when I was growing up my grandmother (His wife, Olympia) would tell me stories about him. Even my other grandparents would talk about him quite a bit.
Apparently he was funny, into science fiction and liked to paint or draw. I'm also into science fiction and though I can't draw as well as I'd like to, I make up for it in other creative ways as I love to write. (As evidenced by this long, long post.)
He and my dad even built a great many things including the house I grew up in and the dental practice my dad still runs.
My other grandfather always called him "A great man" and I know he always did his best to do double grandpa duty for my brother and I. It was nice to hear stories about him.
I think it would be great to talk to him about Italy and his home town. I've heard about it from my great-aunt, sure. But, maybe it would have meant more coming from him.
He was also apparently the linchpin which kept everyone close and talking to one another. When I saw my DNA matches for the first time, my parents were over my shoulder saying "Oh, that's so and so's granddaughter in your third cousin bracket. Her father was at our wedding!"
I was like "Wait, What?!" I checked out my parents wedding invitation list and I saw many people whose descendants were DNA matches on my list. Marco apparently wanted to make sure all the Italians in Haverhill, Woburn and everywhere else were invited. Likewise, my grandfather on my mom's side did the same thing.
Really funny how that worked out. Then he passed away in 1983 and the families split off in different directions. Thankfully with the advent of the Internet, I'm back in touch with many of those families who have done DNA testing. Still, it would have been nice to meet him and talk about the family.
Addendum: This just in. I spoke with my dad and he said he'd like to meet his grandmother, Maria Tedesco since she passed away four years before he was born. Oof. The feels! I talked with my mom and she said she'd like to meet Napoleon. Sarcasm. Lots of sarcasm. I think she wants to meet the Revolutionary war soldiers. Right after I get her one of those tri cornered hats!!!!!
Wow, this post is long. Hope you enjoyed it! Ciao!