In 1806, a baby was left at the Esposito orphanage in Bari, Italy. Due to subsequent natural disasters (I believe at least one earthquake, 1857) and the ravages of war (the Napoleonic War of the Third Coalition - 1805/6 - included the Kingdoms of Italy, Naples and Sicily among others), there are no existing records of the baby's parentage or circumstances prior to his arrival at the orphanage. The orphanage was in the practice of raising the children in their care as Espositos, teaching each of them a trade and training them on a musical instrument. They named that baby Giuseppe. Growing up, he learned to play the violin and was apprenticed as a tailor.

Later in life, married with children, he was working in the local corrections facility (jail or prison). It seems he was unable to sustain a living as a tailor, there being too many other tailors in town named Esposito. Frustrated, he applied to the courts to have his name changed. Reportedly, the judge asked what his occupation was, and he replied,
"I am a secondino (Italian for jailer)." The judge officially changed Giuseppe's last name to Secondino.*

One of his grandsons, also named Giuseppe Secondino, is my grandfather. Because of those two historical facts I also get to say,
"I am a Secondino."