In most peoples’ minds, the state of Connecticut has very WASPy (White Anglo Saxon Protestant) associations: Yale University; “lace-curtain” wealthy families; and a Yankee in King Arthur’s Court (courtesy of Mark Twain, who once lived in Hartford).

But did you know that, per capita and based on population, it is a state with the highest concentration of Italian Americans, even more so than in big, bad New York? As Ripley used to say, “Believe it or not!”

Though there are mentions in documents of Italian musicians during Civil War times, the state’s number of Italians didn’t really explode until about 30 years later, when immigrants from Abruzzo, Naples, Sicily, and the outskirts of Rome stopped at Ellis Island but then kept on going until they stopped in Connecticut, which abuts the Long Island Sound.

For such a small state –  only nearby Rhode Island, another state with a huge Italian population, is smaller – Connecticut has produced some profound role models, from Ella Grasso, the first American woman elected on her own as governor, to today’s Ray Dalio, the billionaire investment guru whose firm, Bridgewater (in Westport, CT), is world-renowned.

And this just in, courtesy of a recent email shared by my colleague, Frank Di Piero: Connecticut also boasts the first female mayor in the state, Ann Uccello, who recently celebrated her 100th birthday last month (May 19th). Wow!

A working-class Italian student from Gary, Indiana (played by
Ramon Navarro) earns a scholarship to Yale in Huddle (1932) 

A few years ago, I also learned about a long-forgotten film called Huddle (1932). It’s about a working-class Italian kid from Gary, Indiana (played by Ramon Navarro) who gets a scholarship to Yale and succeeds despite the prejudice he endures. I’ve yet to find a copy of the film, but it certainly validates the Italian American experience in the state.

Another thing which does, of course, is food-related: New Haven-style pizza. Two of America’s most famous pizzerias, literally down the block from each other (and run by cousins) are Frank Pepe’s and Sally’s Apizz, both Connecticut institutions. The secret to their success? Allegedly it’s the type of water used in the dough, which makes the flat pies fresher and tastier. I’ve sample both and can honestly declare the unofficial pizza war “a tie!”

The pizzerias are located around the block from Wooster Square Park, the city’s “Little Italy” area. The one sadness to relate about Italians in Connecticut is that, despite their numbers, they recently lost their legal fight to have the community’s beloved Columbus statue returned to its rightful pedestal (it was removed during the 2020 protests).

In mid-June, 2022, City Hall declared a victory and is now proceeding full-steam to replace the Admiral of the Ocean Sea with another statue – that of a poor, bedraggled Italian immigrant family, ready for their American Dream.

What seems to be lost on the City’s fathers/mothers is that Columbus’s voyage is what made the “American Dream” possible for millions of immigrants, Italian or otherwise. What they see as a tribute to “all Italians in Connecticut” is actually a not-so-subtle form of visual diminuendo (the Italian musical word from the Latin, diminuendum, meaning “to break into small pieces or diminish”).  Basically, America has turned all Italians into low-level peasants again.

But no matter: Connecticut also produced the famed operatic soprano Rosa Ponselle, whose voice proved that, no matter how low the Italians started there, they continued to soar ever upward, then and now. -BDC