The Mad Rush for Dual Citizenship

Where did you say your grandparents came over from?

Remington Write
The Partnered Pen


Photo Credit — Remington Write / Who’s ready to bolt?

This morning’s phone call wasn’t particularly curious or odd. Another friend is pursuing dual citizenship as a hedge against whatever the next catastrophe to slam into the United States turns out to be. In her case, it’s a spouse’s Irish grandparents that could be their ticket to relative safety. Are you hearing more of these kinds of conversations? Maybe you’re having them.

We are.

My great-grandfather came over from northern Italy in the early twentieth century. The old guy did pretty well for himself, growing grapes in Western New York for Welches and filling his big house with dead animals — relax, he was a taxidermist — and wonderfully strange oil paintings. Grampa Nick could have given Grandma Moses a run for her money.

He lived to be 104 and remarried without telling anyone in the family when he was 98.

The challenge for me to establish dual citizenship with Italy would be almost insurmountable. I’d have to prove that my grandfather was born before my great grandfather became a naturalized citizen of the United States. Tricky. And expensive. And if it turns out that my grandfather was born after Grampa Nick got his red, white, and blue stamp of approval, too bad. And no refund on any money…