My grandfather was a man of great ambition and desire. He knew that to gain the opportunities needed for his family, he had to move to Canada. In 1955, on a ship packed with eager Italian immigrants just like him, he was finally making the voyage that he had always dreamed. During the grueling ship ride, he had found something he didn't see much of growing up poor in the small town of Segusta, Sicily. What he found was a brand new 1955 fifty lire coin. Figuring someone must have dropped it, he put the coin in his pocket and kept it.
On one side of the coin, the words "REPVBBLICA ITALIA…
