Oh- i was blamed for everything- but i was still the favorite of the family.
I’m going to take a chance, and make some generalizations here.
I grew up in a very ethnic neighborhood. Everyone was either the child or the grandchild of immigrants from Europe.
The Italian families I knew were loud, but jovial. They were fun folks to be around. The Hungarians, eh not so much. I suspect that was because Hungary went through a lot more grief than Italy did. That carried over to the new country.
Details: My grandparents were all born in Hungary. It’s amazing what they went through to get here. And they were very loving. I enjoyed every minute of my time with them. But, yeah. They were rather pessimistic overall.