![]() ![]() Also, don't cut a baby's hair before his or her first birthday because it's bad luck. How about all those weird traditions your older relatives feel the need to STILL follow, even though they make no sense in today's world? Like, when your nose is itchy, you have to slap someone's hand otherwise, you'll get into a fight. And, of course, we can't give that secret ingredient away, so don't ask for it. We are all about the traditions, making sure we keep up with those traditions, and then, making sure we keep them within the family.įor example, that Sunday sauce is so good because everyone has a special ingredient Grandma asks us to throw in. Like, oh-em-gee, you guys were like totally meant to be best friends!!" The TraditionsĮverything, and I mean every single thing, we do has a reason behind it and at least a 10-minute story to go along with it, too. Or the famous, "Your cousin just so happens to be best friends with your best friend's cousins. Or, this is my favorite: "Oh, yes, I know someone who knows someone who is best friends with your cousin." There will always be a time when you talk to somebody who winds up knowing someone in your family. ![]() It is a small world out there, my friends, and even smaller when you have such a large family. You know somebody who knows somebody who. ![]() The chances of you being heard are slim to none. We are loud, and we are proud! Try sitting down to have a conversation with a big group, I dare you. In-between all the mumbling and the hand gestures come the real Italian voices, and I'm talking about the loudness, my friends. What can I say? We like to spruce things up by adding in a few hand gestures here and there. What are they even saying?Īctually, we probably don't even want to know what they're saying because most of the time, they're just rambling off a bunch of F-bombs.Īlso, there is never a point in time when an Italian's hands aren't in full motion during a conversation. How about those relatives who walk around, mumbling Italian words all the time? Yes, you all know the ones I'm talking about. What more can you ask for at a wedding than the finest Italian food and endless dancing with those crazy cousins?Īnd, how can we forget about a little family sing along to the famous Dean Martin, "That's Amore"? What language are they even speaking? There is nothing quite like a big Italian wedding. Or, how about at graduation when you look out in the audience and see that your family takes up a full section of the stands, and they're louder than everyone else combined? Meanwhile, the person standing next to you has two, maybe three people at most, and guess what? They're quiet!īut, hold on let's just bring it back a minute to the weddings. You could pass your road test after failing three times and there would still be a party. All the holidays, birthdays, baptisms, confirmations, weddings, first birthdays - the list goes on and on. We Italians will do just about anything to throw a party. I mean, you can't write half of the stuff that happens in an Italian family. Then, when you finally think you know everyone, there comes along more cousins you never even knew you had.Ī reality show called, "Keeping Up with the Cousins," would put those Kardashians to shame. First of all, there are so many of them, it is impossible to remember all of their names, which kid belongs to who, who's blood-related and who just married in. Let's just talk about the cousins for a minute. Like, come on, how could you not go for two, sometimes three, servings of dinner that night?! The Cousins The smell, the taste, the flavor, the all-around perfection and deliciousness. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, in this world that compares to Mom or Grandma's famous sauce and meatballs. Not one Sunday goes by where you don't have at least 20 family members, friends and neighbors crowded around a table full of every yummy Italian food imaginable. You see, Sundays are dedicated to one thing and one thing only: family. But, say the word "Sunday" to an Italian, and it's likely he or she will identify it as a favorite. To many non-Italians, Sunday might be a contender for least favorite day of the week. And, for everyone who didn't, this one is still for you, since now, you can thank me and pretend like you did anyway: Sunday ![]() and the stories I can share from my lovely family are endless.įor everyone who grew up in a family similar to mine, this one is for you. Ever wonder what it's like to be a part of one of those crazy, big, Italian families? Better yet, ever wonder what it's like to grow up in one of them? Fortunately, I was lucky enough to grow up in one of those families. ![]()
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