This is a picture of our Saint Joseph table that I mentioned in the book. The story goes that when my Uncle Tony was a little boy he was very sick with scarlet fever. Like any parent they prayed for his life and made a promise that if he lived every year on March 19th, the feast of St. Joseph they would do a table in his honor. Our family was blessed and their prayers were answered. On the morning of the feast our family priest came to the house to bless the bread and food that was being prepared for the day by my grandparents and as the years passed even Uncle Tony was cooking. The table as you can see was filled with only meatless dishes, all kinds of omelets, macaroni dishes and desserts including our favorite THE FIG COOKIE. Just take a good look at all the food that was prepared for the feast and the fact that Grandpa was able to find two live Christmas trees in March still amazes me to this very day. The day started with family and friends visiting from early morning all through the day with many coming over on their way home from work. I remember someone always at the stove making fresh macaroni or more omelets. Now what they did was have dinner then donate money which was pinned on the ribbons that hung from the statues. The next morning my grandparents brought the money to our church which was called St. Joseph Patron and donated it with graditude for the life of my uncle. This was a tradition I can remember like it was yesterday. I can still see grandpa serving his home made wine with pride and feel the love that was in our family. Now all these wonderful people are gone, but they have left us with these precious memories of what family was like in the good old days.
Always use caution when working around the kitchen, stove and cutlery.