The third week of October is always a hard one and this year is no different. The lead-up, however, is always a glorious celebration of our Italian heritage.

The weeks leading up to October 16th, social media feeds are full of memories from St. Gerard Feasts of the past. All you see are posts that say “when are you going?” “are you going to follow him?” and “I can’t wait!”

This year was a bit more hectic for me. Last week’s Columbus Day Parade in Belleville and Nutley was rescheduled to the same weekend as the Feast of St. Gerard. Everyone scrambled so they could attend both events. For me, it was extra special, as I had the honor to wave to the crowd from a float as the recipient of the Italian Heritage Award and throw candy to the kids as we passed. It was a wonderful celebration of our heritage and the full diaspora of Italian American culture.

After the parade, it was down to The Old First Ward to enjoy the Feast of St. Gerard. As I was walking to the church, I asked “is he out yet?” and of course I received the usual answer, “nah, he’s always late.” Just as Father Nicastro reminded me when I interviewed him for The Italians of Newark: A History, we talk about St. Gerard like the friend he is to us.

As always, the area was packed! Music was playing, people were enjoying each other’s company, and waiting in anticipation for St. Gerard to come out of the church. As expected, he did come out late, but no one really worries about that. We all wait our turn to go up the steps, assisted by the members of the St. Lucy’s Guard of Honor. You pin your money, or for many the blanket they made, as people applaud the steadfast devotion of his followers. Just like what has taken place for more than a century.

Things may sometimes change, but when it comes to the Feast of St. Gerard, it might as well be 100 years ago.

Remembering Rosina

After the feast ends, the next few days are a let down. You realize you are now a full year away from the feast again. But for at least the next week or so, the faithful will share photos and stories and look forward to next year.

Something also that makes me sad this week is only a few days after the feasts ends is my grandma’s birthday, Rosina Fucetola-Fieramosca. She went home to the Lord in 2001 and there are days it feels like it just happened. Other days, it feels like it was a lifetime ago. She was an incredible individual and I have honestly never heard anyone say a negative word about her. She took care of everyone, was steadfast in her faith, and loved her family. She was our family’s center.

There aren’t words to fully communicate how much I miss her. She was a huge inspiration when I decided to write my book.

Never forget where you came from…

We still have one week left to Italian Heritage Month. Make sure to take time to remember those who came before you and celebrate what they mean to you.