Easter was important. The Lenten season begins with Ash Wednesday (40 days before
Easter). Ash Wednesday was the day you went to church to get ashes placed on your
forehead by the priest. It signified the beginning of this sacrificial season. I felt so proud
to go all day in school with that mark (the ashes) on my head. Lent is a season of fast and
sacrifice. It is our belief that just as Christ died for us on the cross, we could surely spend
this season reflecting on that sad time (the days before he was put to his death) and
sacrifice for Him. So, during Lent, we were expected to sacrifice something. When we
were younger, it was usually candy, or gum or sweets. As we got older, it was more
customary to do something “extra” during Lent. For years, I went to mass every morning
before school during the days of Lent. (The best part was buying two Hostess chocolate
cupcakes at Cumbo’s grocery store after mass, and eating them on the way to school.)
There were no celebrations during this season. No one could get married during Lent,
and there were no big parties in the Church basement. It was a time of mourning. The
week before Easter (starting with Palm Sunday) is referred to as Holy Week.
My brothers and I went to public school and attended religious instructions. Even so, we
usually had the whole week before Easter as vacation from school. The Sunday before
Easter was Palm Sunday, when palms were blessed and handed out (sparingly) to each
parishioner at church. (Palms are given to symbolize the event when the people of
Jerusalem greeted Jesus with palms.) It was always a topic of conversation about how
generous or stingy the ushers were with the palms. We all knew how to make crosses out
of the palms and would display at least one cross somewhere in our homes for a year
until it was replaced with a new one the following year. Some of us could make pretty
fancy crosses. It was also customary to exchange a “cross” or palm with another person
(as a sign of peace), or to give a palm or cross to someone who could not make it to
church. We usually gathered at Grandma Greco’s house after mass and made crosses for
hours, trying to outdo one another. Some time during the next week, we made
Easter breads
to eat and give away. And, we dyed Easter eggs with our
families and displayed them in a bowl until we could exchange eggs with our friends and
family on Easter Sunday. This special week was always filled with great anticipation.
My girlfriends and I spent the afternoon going from church to church saying a prayer at
each one and observing the decorated altars. We had to genuflect on two knees because
the Blessed Sacrament was exposed. People were invited to bring flowers to church, so
the altars were filled with them, especially lilies, (to be taken away and returned to the
altar on Sunday). We went to mass at night on Holy Thursday. It was a very long mass.
Good Friday was the most solemn of days. Everyone I knew went to Stations of the
Cross every Friday afternoon or evening during Lent. I often knew the altar boys who
had to carry the cross and the candles to each of 14 stations around the church. We
would try to make them laugh when they passed by our pew. No one ate meat on Fridays
during Lent. It was a day to eat tuna, macaroni with butter, peanut butter and jelly,
peppers and eggs, or pasta and beans—no meat at all. I remember forgetting to fast at
lunchtime and then going to confession, thinking I had committed a very serious offense.
On Good Friday, we would agonize all morning about the thought that we had to keep
silent between noon and 3 o’clock p.m. (the time Jesus spent dying on the cross). No TV,
no talking, no playing, nothing. It was the hardest three hours. It was our sacrifice. I
still try not to talk from noon to 3 o’clock on Good Friday. (It’s easier when you’re
older.) Church, at that time, was quiet and dark; it smelled of incense, and was generally
more mysterious than it is today. The mass was said in Latin. I remember having very
profound feelings in church. I used to look at the statues for a long time, and was
convinced the eyes actually moved.
This was the day we could bring water from home and get it blessed to keep in our
homes. At noon on Saturday, Lent was officially over. I’m told people really partied on
Saturday night because, theoretically, they hadn’t partied for the past 40 days!
During the entire Lenten season, all the statues in the church were covered with purple
garments, not to be revealed until Easter morning, representing the new day, the risen
Lord, the new beginning—a time to start fresh and new. I loved Easter. I sang in the
children’s choir at 9:00 mass. It was so special sitting in the choir loft and observing the
people below. I always had a new outfit on Easter, including a new hat and patent leather
shoes. The lines were long for Communion and the colors in the church were bright and beautiful.
Some people who only go to church once a year, go on Easter, because it is
such a renewal, and it is called your “Easter duty” to go to confession and communion at
least once a year. I used to be angry with the people who crowded the church once a
year, but have grown to love that at least once a year, people are welcomed for whatever
they want to receive from it. I like it best when the priest giving the homily
acknowledges the people for coming, not scolding them for only coming once.
On Easter morning, my brothers and I woke up to a basket of goodies like chocolate
bunnies and chocolate eggs, which were left for each of us by the Easter Bunny. Toasted
Easter Bread with milk was a favorite morning treat. After mass, the
morning was spent visiting family and friends, and exchanging decorated hard-boiled
eggs. Dinner was served about 1:00 p.m.
Our Easter Sunday meal typically consisted of:
Appetizer
Celery dipped in olive oil, salt and pepper
Tray of black and green olives/roasted peppers
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Holiday Soup
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Macaroni (Ravioli, Gnocchi, Lasagna, or Penne, etc.)
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Roast Leg of Lamb or
Roast Chicken
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Roasted Potatoes
Salad with olives, celery, carrots, etc.
Oil and wine vinegar dressing
Easter Desserts such as:
Ricotta (pronounced rdi-gaut´) Pie
Calginetti– (pronounced cowl-gin-eat´) stuffed deep-fried fritters
Zuppa Inglese (pronounced zoup-in-glaze-a) (Rum custard cake)
Taralle (pronounced tod´-dahl) stuffed baked horseshoe cookies
Ceci Chiata (pronounced chick-a-la-chod) honey balls
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Red Wine
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