Joy of growing up italian carlo anzelmo7/28/2023 He is in Italy to take part in the Assembly to elect the new superior general of the Fraternity of St. We meet him at Santa Sofia, a little town on the Apennine where he was born, with a flooding rain that locks up 4000 residents of the town in their houses. However, you need to hear his story to see where his joy comes from. You only need to look at a photo of him with children of Nairobi, Kenya, where he is for the past 33 years. I am so blessed to have grown up in my large, crazy, Italian family because there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t feel loved.There is no need to do an interview to know that Father Valerio is a happy man. Your relationship with your family is something that is important and unbreakable. When it comes down to it, blood is thicker than water. One of my family’s biggest traditions is making homemade tomato sauce at the end of August. It’s a tradition that has been passed down from my grandparent’s parents and it’s a day I can never miss. Italian families are all about the traditions and the back stories that go with them. The traditionsĮverything my family does has a story behind it. You basically leave the table twelve hours later and feeling 100 pounds heavier, and happier. It starts with the appetizers and is followed by the pasta, the meats, the side dishes, the salads, the fruit, the desserts and finally the espresso. The second best part about the holidays and being Italian in general is obviously the food! I always like to tell people you truly haven’t eaten a lot of food until you’ve attended a holiday at an Italians house. It seems that even when we are eating we are still screaming and laughing at one another. Holidays with Italian families consist of constant laughter, smiles, joking, and a whole lot of loud talking. There’s a stereotype that Italians are loud, and honestly it’s so true. The holidaysĮveryone loves holidays but growing up in an Italian family has made me love them even more. I will cherish these stories, and the memories with my family for the rest of my life. I learned about all of her hardships and how she moved to America to make a better life for herself and her children. Every Sunday, my grandmother never failed to tell us stories about her childhood and growing up in Italy. Sunday dinners are something that has been so important to me growing up because they are a true bonding experience with your family.įor me, Sunday dinners were a chance for me to learn more about my grandparents growing up. They start between noon and include a solid eight hours of eating. It’s when your family, and extended family come together to eat delicious pasta meals every Sunday of the week. Sunday dinners (or lunches I should say) are an activity that happens in every Italian family. They know me better than I know myself and we are constantly calling and texting each other now that we are older and all over the place. They are who I grew up with and spent all my free time with. I mean my zias (aunts), zios (uncles), cousins, my cousin’s cousins, grandparents, etc.Īll my relatives and cousins are people I would call my best friends. I’m not just talking about my mom, dad, sister and brother. Growing up in an Italian family has made me close with everyone. I have compiled a list of some of the greatest joys I have had growing up in an Italian family. Growing up in an Italian family is one of the things I am most grateful for in my life.īetween the large family dinners, endless amounts of food at holidays, and my screaming loud relatives, I can’t imagine growing up any other way.
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