Quote by Francis Ford Coppola

We were raised in an Italian-American household, although we didn't speak Italian in the house. We were very proud of being Italian, and had Italian music, ate Italian food.

We were raised in an Italian-American household, although we

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This quote highlights the sense of cultural pride and heritage that the speaker experienced growing up in an Italian-American household. Despite not speaking Italian at home, there was a strong connection to their Italian roots through various aspects of their upbringing, such as the presence of Italian music and cuisine. It reflects how culture can be deeply ingrained and celebrated even without being fully bilingual, emphasizing the significance of cultural identity and heritage within family dynamics.

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