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To all my Italian-American brothers

Devil Doc

When Death smiles, Corpsmen smile back
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Have a few zeppole and sfinge and maybe a cannoli or two.
My mother used to tell a story about a woman in the old country that neglected to celebrate St. Joseph's day. He appeared in her bed room that night and beat her with a 2x4. She never forgot again. Don't you forget or he just might pay you a visit.

Doc.
 
Doc...go to Mass for me today will ya...

also for those of you who are not familiar with this...

Customs of the Day
St. Joseph's Day is a big Feast for Italians because in the Middle Ages, God, through St. Joseph's intercessions, saved the Sicilians from a very serious drought. So in his honor, the custom is for all to wear red, in the same way that green is worn on St. Patrick's Day.

Today, after Mass (at least in parishes with large Italian populations), a big altar ("la tavola di San Giuse" or "St. Joseph's Table") is laden with food contributed by everyone (note that all these St. Joseph celebrations might take place on the nearest, most convenient weekend). Different Italian regions celebrate this day differently, but all involve special meatless foods: minestrone, pasta with breadcrumbs (the breadcrumbs symbolize the sawdust that would have covered St. Joseph's floor), seafood, Sfinge di San Giuseppe, and, always, fava beans, which are considered "lucky" because during the drought, the fava thrived while other crops failed (recipes below).

The table -- which is always blessed by a priest -- will be in three tiers, symbolizing the Most Holy Trinity. The top tier will hold a statue of St. Joseph surrounded by flowers and greenery. The other tiers might hold, in addition to the food: flowers (especially lilies); candles; figurines and symbolic breads and pastries shaped like a monstrance, chalices, fishes, doves, baskets, St. Joseph's staff, lilies, the Sacred and Immaculate Hearts, carpentry tools, etc.; 12 fishes symbolizing the 12 Apostles; wine symbolizing the miracle at Cana; pineapple symbolizing hospitality; lemons for "luck"; bread and wine (symbolizing the Last Supper); and pictures of the dead. There will also be a basket in which the faithful place prayer petitions.

The cry "Viva la tavola di San Giuse!" begins the feasting and is heard throughout the day. When the eating is done, the St. Joseph's altar is smashed, and then three children dressed as the Holy Family will knock on three doors, asking for shelter. They will be refused at the first two, and welcomed at the third, in memory of the Holy Family's seeking of hospitality just before Christ was born. This re-enactment is called "Tupa Tupa," meaning "Knock Knock."

The day ends with each participant taking home a bag that might be filled with bread, fruit, pastries, cookies, a medal of St. Joseph, a Holy Card and/or a blessed fava bean. Keep your "lucky bean," and let it remind you to pray to St. Joseph. (The Litany of St. Joseph would be most appropriate today! You can download the Litany, in Microsoft Word .doc format, in English and in Latin).
 
Ah yes, this bring back many fond memories of my Grandparents. La nona had a gift for cooking, and making you feel totaly immersed in love.

Thanks Doc.
 
My mom called me this morning to wish me a "Happy St. Joseph's Day"! I hope get some of the delicious bread my uncle usually makes.
 
Ahh, thanks for the trip down memory lane Doc.

I remember always going to my Great Grandma Chirocchi's to celebrate. Man would she put on a spread. My favorite part was to watch her make bread. She'd never use a bowl or measuring cups. Just a pile of flour on the table, make a well in the center and throw in the ingredients by eyesight. I've never had bread, or food that good to this day. I still have her meatball recipe and try as I might, it's never near as good as hers or my Grandmothers.
My job for dinner was to go down to the basement and draw the homemade wine from the barrel. "Dago Red" was what they all called it. :blush:
I grew up thinking all Italian Americans had a wine press in the basement. It was a treat to go with Great Grandpa to the boxcars to buy the grapes for the wine. I still love the smell of wine fermenting. My wife thinks it's foul, but to me it smells like sweet childhood memories.
Whenever it was time to go, she'd always hug me and say "Don't smoka da funny cigarettes."

Lot of good that did. :laugh:
 
I'm half Irish and half Italian. With all of the celebrations, festivals, and Holy Days for Saints it's a wonder we ever get a day for ourselves :)

- Tim
 
I love every minute of being Italian-American. Thaks Doc!
 
I'm half Irish and half Italian. With all of the celebrations, festivals, and Holy Days for Saints it's a wonder we ever get a day for ourselves :)

- Tim
What da ya mean? We all got feast days. A day to ourselves. Mine's June, 13, St. Anthony de Padua. It was like a second birthday for me.

Doc.
 
I'm half Irish and half Italian. With all of the celebrations, festivals, and Holy Days for Saints it's a wonder we ever get a day for ourselves :)

- Tim
What da ya mean? We all got feast days. A day to ourselves. Mine's June, 13, St. Anthony de Padua. It was like a second birthday for me.

Doc.


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Happy St. Joes day!
 
I always try to go to atleast two or three St. Joseph Altars. Don't forget your lucky bean.

Thanks Doc,

I hope everyone has a great St. Joseph's Day!

Rich
 
If I wear a shiny black suit...does that make me I-talian for a day? :D

<like the green one for St Paddy's...only different!>

Enjoy the Day!!!
 
Ah yes, this bring back many fond memories of my Grandparents. La nona had a gift for cooking, and making you feel totaly immersed in love.

Thanks Doc.


Yep - my fondest memories as a child was attending the St. Joseph's Day feast with "Noni" in the basement of St. James parish. The widowed Italian women all dressed in their finest black dresses, wreaking of mothballs - slaving to prepare all kinds of goodies. And the food was absolutely incredible... :love:

...so much for old traditions. Good luck finding a St. Joseph's Day celebration any more... :angry:
 
I love today, looking forward to the feast tonight!
Christ! If I'd known you were one of us, I'd of given you a pass for that screen name of yours.

Doc.

Yep, second generation from San Diego. Family came over from Palermo through ellis island. San Diego has a very proud Italian history that culminated with the US taking the majority of the Italian tuna boats in WWII and scuttling them. Then in the 70's they ran Interstate 5 through our neighborhood and destroyed half of it.

Those of us that are left are very proud of our heritage. Including the fact that every male member of my family fought in WWII and Vietnam.
 
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