Carrocci Family History has been in progress for more than 30 years. I
have been saving pictures, letters, and bits of paper all this time
knowing that one day I would put it all together in some kind of
A big breakthrough came in the fall of 1985, when I had the
opportunity to go to Caulonia,
Reggio Calabria, Italy where my father, Pietro Carrocci, was born
and to Altavilla, Cosenza, Italy
where Annetta Siciliano, my mother, was born. I was able to gather a
wealth of information about the Carrocci side of the family. I also had
the opportunity to meet many family members. The familial resemblance
astounded me. I had never before seen so many short, stout Italians with
moustaches in one place. And those were just the women. That trip will
be described in this history.
Most of what is written here is accurate. The sources were either
Pietro or Anna themselves, or good friends of theirs who were in a
position to know what was going on at the time. Unfortunately, some
information has not been forth-coming because I have not been able to
find the right source or because someone with the knowledge has chosen
to keep it to themselves. Some of what is written is pure guesswork.
I am the last living
soul of the sons and daughters of Pietro Carrocci and Annetta Siciliano.
This history will end with my generation, even though the genealogy
reports that are in the addendum contains information on the generations
that follow mine. It will be up to someone in those younger generations
to gather information and continue the work. It is my hope that someone
will step forward and take up the task. There are important events that
happen during each generation, occurrences that should be noted for the
All families have heroes and villains. Ours is no different. We
should be careful in judging the actions of some members of the family
because, after all, they are the colorful events that make up the
texture of the fabric of every family.
It is my hope that you will find this effort rewarding to read,
even amusing at times. It has been a labor of love for me.