Oregon-based author Vincenza Scarpaci was scheduled to visit Milwaukee to talk about her book, "The Journey of the Italians in America," late last fall, but a broken wrist put the kibosh on that. Now, Scarpaci has two events here on Tuesday, April 7.

At noon, she appears at the Milwaukee Public Library's Central location, 814 W. Wisconsin Ave., and she'll be at Three Holy Women's St. Rita Hall, 1601 N. Cass St., from 7 to 9 p.m.

There have been a number of coffee table books using historical photos to recount the story of the Italians in America, but I think Scarpaci's "The Journey of the Italians in America" -- published by Pelican -- is different.

And it's not because it has a picture of my great-grandmother in it or because the late John Vagnoni and I helped Scarpaci secure some photos from Milwaukee, either. (She already paid for that work with a bottle of wine and some great hazelnuts from Washington State!)

First of all, I think the book's 300 pages -- cut from something like 800! -- aim to create something more compelling and engaging than a "family album" of Italian-Americans. Sure, there's the de rigeur photo of Lee Iacocca and a shot of the Italian Carabinieri Band playing in front of the Statue of Liberty. But, Scarpaci isn't afraid to air our "dirty laundry" and admit that the road to America wasn't always paved with gold and with dreamy thoughts of paradise on earth (see that great-grandma photo I mention above).

But I also know that Scarpaci worked long and hard on this book, digging everywhere for photos and tirelessly networking and working leads and connections to help ensure that her book would not only include photos from the Little Italys of San Francisco, New York, Boston and Philadelphia, but would also have photos of Madison's Greenbush and Milwaukee's Bay View neighborhoods, as well as from small cities and tiny towns across America.

Because Scarpaci knows that despite the stereotypes of the Italian city kid, immigrants went anywhere there was work. That's why you'll find great bakeries, sausage shops, mutual aid societies, restaurants and more -- all bearing Italian names in small-town Western Pennsylvania, in the UP of Michigan and in Northern Wisconsin, in the iron ranges of Minnesota and Ohio, in the mining towns of Colorado and in dust bowl Texas and Oklahoma, too.

Vincenza put her heart and soul and her sweat into this book, so it makes perfect sense that the cover photo shows her parents' wedding. It's her book. But, it's mine, too, and as Americans -- of Italian heritage or not -- it's also yours, since it cuts to the heart of how nearly all of us got here: through determination, hard work and by surviving the downs and celebrating the ups.

In case you want to cut to the (hometown) chase, photos from Milwaukee are on pages 47, 54, 58, 181, 218, 244 and 254. Madison pics can be found on pages 62, 81 and 172.