Finding Angelo: or how an American obtains Italian dual Citizenship
Here is a list of the documents required for me to become an Italian citizen: (please note these all need to be translated into Italian and have an apostille…whatever that is)
Your maternal great grandfather’s birth certificate from Italy
Your maternal great grandmother’s birth certificate
Your great grandparents’ marriage certificate
Your maternal great grandfather’s certificate of naturalization OR statement of “No Records”
Your maternal grandfather’s birth certificate
Your maternal grandmother’s birth certificate
Your grandparents’ marriage certificateYour mother’s birth certificateYour father’s birth certificate
Your parents’ marriage certificateYour birth certificate
Death certificates for anyone listed aboveThe fun part about having this list is that I’m really going to have to search and learn a lot about my family in order to acquire all of these documents, thus actually getting closer to my roots. The hard part about this list is that the Meles are not the most organized species. At the beginning of the search, we have only very slightly possibly the birth certificates of myself, my mother and my father. The caveat is that I have never actually seen these birth certificates and somewhat doubt that we actually have them.
Additionally, I have learned that my parents do not know where of if they have a marriage certificate. Oy to the vey.
Next up, a trip to Grandma’s house!
I love this post from the new blog Finding Angelo. It’s a great motivation for historical discovery and a bit of detective work. Interesting that citizenship seems to be maternally passed down; what other countries are like that?
Looking forward to following this process through Ariel’s blog; you should follow it too!


I never knew why downtown Brooklyn had streets named after yummy things, but not I know it’s because of Miss Middagh. Miss Middagh’s family, who immigrated to the area when it was still New Amsterdam in 1652, was very influential in the area. She didn’t like that her wealthy neighbors were so arrogant as to name the streets they lived on after themselves, so, she tore the street names down and replaced them with botanical names. The city immediately removed these street names, but Miss Middagh did not stop there. She engaged in a long-term campaign against the city to return the botanical street names. After a prolonged battle, she won out, and the Board of Alderman allowed the names return to what Miss Middagh had appointed them as. The irony in all this, of course, is that there are streets right nearby named Middagh and Hicks Streets, after members of her family, even though she looked down upon the practice of naming streets after families. 




