Amalia Maffei is my paternal Great-Grandmother. Since I do not have contact with that side of the family and know very little, I don't even know her maiden name. That is what she would have used in Italy since women always keep their maiden name, even after marriage.
All I know is that she was my biological father's maternal Grandmother, his favorite.
Of Austrian heritage, Amalia was born in Verona, Italy.
Amalia's mother died when she was a child. She was raised (along with her sister Maria) by her father until the age of 14 years old. It is then that her father got remarried and began a new family. Amalia was sent to be a kind of attending girl for a couple of wealthy sisters, who were unmarried and without relatives. They provided for Amalia very well. They purchased the nicest dresses for her and when they died they left Amalia half of their fortune. Due to the two world wars and bad business investments by her husband, little remained of that inheritance.
My father describes Grandma Amalia as a very pretty young woman, tall and robust, she often caught the attention of men because of her beauty. One time Amalia was going for a stroll in one of Verona's many squares, when an Austrian soldier on horseback yelled some remarks about her looks, he expressed his appreciation of Amalia's pretty looks in a way no lady would put up with. Angered by it, Amalia grabbed the soldier's whip and hit him in the face with it. She had a bit of a temper my father said but it was always for something that warranted it. She was good natured and loving. My father adored her.
Amalia married Amedeo Maffei, the son of an Austrian teacher and a gentleman from Verona who worked for a kind of state department of finances. They had at least two daughters that I know of, one my paternal grandmother Giulia.
Amalia died before my birth, in 1969. She was 75 years old. I never met the lady who's name I bear but I know she was a very special woman who had a very complicated life, she lived with grace and dignity despite of it all.
All I know is that she was my biological father's maternal Grandmother, his favorite.
Of Austrian heritage, Amalia was born in Verona, Italy.
Amalia's mother died when she was a child. She was raised (along with her sister Maria) by her father until the age of 14 years old. It is then that her father got remarried and began a new family. Amalia was sent to be a kind of attending girl for a couple of wealthy sisters, who were unmarried and without relatives. They provided for Amalia very well. They purchased the nicest dresses for her and when they died they left Amalia half of their fortune. Due to the two world wars and bad business investments by her husband, little remained of that inheritance.
My father describes Grandma Amalia as a very pretty young woman, tall and robust, she often caught the attention of men because of her beauty. One time Amalia was going for a stroll in one of Verona's many squares, when an Austrian soldier on horseback yelled some remarks about her looks, he expressed his appreciation of Amalia's pretty looks in a way no lady would put up with. Angered by it, Amalia grabbed the soldier's whip and hit him in the face with it. She had a bit of a temper my father said but it was always for something that warranted it. She was good natured and loving. My father adored her.
Amalia married Amedeo Maffei, the son of an Austrian teacher and a gentleman from Verona who worked for a kind of state department of finances. They had at least two daughters that I know of, one my paternal grandmother Giulia.
Amalia died before my birth, in 1969. She was 75 years old. I never met the lady who's name I bear but I know she was a very special woman who had a very complicated life, she lived with grace and dignity despite of it all.
Amalia Maffei is my paternal Great-Grandmother. Since I do not have contact with that side of the family and know very little, I don't even know her maiden name. That is what she would have used in Italy since women always keep their maiden name, even after marriage.
All I know is that she was my biological father's maternal Grandmother, his favorite.
Of Austrian heritage, Amalia was born in Verona, Italy.
Amalia's mother died when she was a child. She was raised (along with her sister Maria) by her father until the age of 14 years old. It is then that her father got remarried and began a new family. Amalia was sent to be a kind of attending girl for a couple of wealthy sisters, who were unmarried and without relatives. They provided for Amalia very well. They purchased the nicest dresses for her and when they died they left Amalia half of their fortune. Due to the two world wars and bad business investments by her husband, little remained of that inheritance.
My father describes Grandma Amalia as a very pretty young woman, tall and robust, she often caught the attention of men because of her beauty. One time Amalia was going for a stroll in one of Verona's many squares, when an Austrian soldier on horseback yelled some remarks about her looks, he expressed his appreciation of Amalia's pretty looks in a way no lady would put up with. Angered by it, Amalia grabbed the soldier's whip and hit him in the face with it. She had a bit of a temper my father said but it was always for something that warranted it. She was good natured and loving. My father adored her.
Amalia married Amedeo Maffei, the son of an Austrian teacher and a gentleman from Verona who worked for a kind of state department of finances. They had at least two daughters that I know of, one my paternal grandmother Giulia.
Amalia died before my birth, in 1969. She was 75 years old. I never met the lady who's name I bear but I know she was a very special woman who had a very complicated life, she lived with grace and dignity despite of it all.
All I know is that she was my biological father's maternal Grandmother, his favorite.
Of Austrian heritage, Amalia was born in Verona, Italy.
Amalia's mother died when she was a child. She was raised (along with her sister Maria) by her father until the age of 14 years old. It is then that her father got remarried and began a new family. Amalia was sent to be a kind of attending girl for a couple of wealthy sisters, who were unmarried and without relatives. They provided for Amalia very well. They purchased the nicest dresses for her and when they died they left Amalia half of their fortune. Due to the two world wars and bad business investments by her husband, little remained of that inheritance.
My father describes Grandma Amalia as a very pretty young woman, tall and robust, she often caught the attention of men because of her beauty. One time Amalia was going for a stroll in one of Verona's many squares, when an Austrian soldier on horseback yelled some remarks about her looks, he expressed his appreciation of Amalia's pretty looks in a way no lady would put up with. Angered by it, Amalia grabbed the soldier's whip and hit him in the face with it. She had a bit of a temper my father said but it was always for something that warranted it. She was good natured and loving. My father adored her.
Amalia married Amedeo Maffei, the son of an Austrian teacher and a gentleman from Verona who worked for a kind of state department of finances. They had at least two daughters that I know of, one my paternal grandmother Giulia.
Amalia died before my birth, in 1969. She was 75 years old. I never met the lady who's name I bear but I know she was a very special woman who had a very complicated life, she lived with grace and dignity despite of it all.
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