Category Archives: Growing Up Italian
I am Italian! By now everyone knows that. My adult kids read my blog and will text me and say things like ” I don’t remember having sauce 3 times a week.” or “I never saw plastic on Nana’s furniture.” Look at that face in this picture. That is an Italian face!
Below is a letter to my children….
Your Mother is 100% Italian. I do not THINK I am Italian, I am Italian. The reason you don’t remember some of these things I write in my blog is because they are memories of my childhood and guess what? You weren’t there. I really was a kid ya know.
We, meaning my mother, grandmother, brothers and sister, had sauce 3 times a week. Not We, my kids and I.
When I was 10, I vividly remember my mother having plastic on her formal living room furniture! She took it off when we had company. Again, I am pretty sure you weren’t there.
My mother only bought Italian bread. Yes, you kids had other bread. If you read by blog correctly, you will see that when I was 18, I was introduced to other breads so you children had other breads when you were little. Not me, I only had Italian. I also only had Italian cookies. Not you kids….you enjoyed all kinds of cookies, but I only had Italian. We were also very Religious in my house and that I did carry onto my life with you kids so you can’t dispute that.
Haha, I think it is so funny that you think I was born 20 years old and everything I write is after you guys were born. I had a life before you and that is what I am writing about. Pay attention, you can learn some interesting things about how “I grew up Italian!”
Love you guys! LBR
1.You called pasta “macaroni.”
2.You spent your entire childhood thinking what you ate for lunch was pronounced “sangwich.”
3.Every Sunday afternoon of your childhood was spent visiting your grandparents and extended family.
4.You ate pasta for dinner at least three times a week, and every Sunday.- Absolutely!
5.You grew up thinking no fruit or vegetable had a fixed price and that the price of everything was negotiable through haggling.
I still haggle!
6.You thought everyone’s last name ended in a vowel. This is so true! I really did!
7.You never knew what to expect when you opened the margarine, after all you thought washing out and reusing margarine containers was normal.Could be leftover sauce or meatballs!
8.You thought Catholic was the only religion in the world. Wasn’t it?
9.You were beaten at least once with a wooden spoon or broom. Once?
10.You thought every meal had to be eaten with a hunk of bread in your left hand. ALWAYS had bread, ALWAYS
11..You can understand Italian but you can’t speak it. I understood every word my great grandfather said, but could not speak Italian.
12.You have at least six male relatives named Tony, Frank, Joe or Louie. Yep haha
13.You thought sugared almonds and the Tarantella were common at all weddings.
14.You thought that talking loud was normal. I still talk loud!
15.Your grandparent’s furniture was as comfortable as sitting on plastic. Wait!!!! You were sitting on plastic! My Mom had a formal living room that we NEVER sat in and it had plastic on the furniture.
Italians DO NOT like Olive Garden
Real Italians will never order meatballs in a restaurant.
Italians make everything with macaroni……Peas & Mac, Beans & Mac, Broccoli & Mac, Zucchini and Mac….you get the idea.
Italians are ONLY Catholic, even if the priests are pediphiles. We do not go to church with those scumbags, but continue to practice the religion we were raised in.
Italians show respect to friends and family even if they don’t like them.
Italians are having a hard time cooking for the new generation that doesn’t eat meat, dairy, gluten- WTF! What do we cook? Hummus- Oh dear.
Family is EVERYTHING! You have to be loyal to your family or you are thrown out of the family!
If a family member has a problem, everyone gets involved to help solve it! Thanks for all the help with my anal fischer family!
Italians are not afraid of confrontation, they rather enjoy it. It is invigorating- reminds us of the fond memories we have of our childhood. Family fighting on Sundays.
I am proud to be Italian!
I grew up in an Italian home. We lived in an Italian Neighborhood and we shopped at Italian grocery stores.
I am the oldest of 2 brothers and 1 sister. I believe I am the only one that has continued on with the Italian traditions and customs and I am the only one that really remembers them all.
My oldest brother grew up VERY Italian and sometimes his Italian comes peaking out, but at a very young age he married my sister- in-law who is 100% polish! At first my Mother couldn’t believe he was marrying a girl that was Polish, but when she met the entire family and realized they all had very dark hair and really looked Italian, she was ok. She figured she could pass my sister- in law off as Italian and no one would be the wiser. Even their kids all had dark hair and looked Italian. ( actually, their kids looked more Italian than mine). Throughout the years though, my brother, of course, has succomed to his wife’s traditions. Instead of Italian Sausage on the Holidays, they have ….gulp……Polish sausage and instead of ravioli, they have….Oh dear….I can’t even say it… Pierogi. I do believe my brother has buried some of his Italian customs and traditions and he is just plain old American now. So sad…… I will tell you though, that my lovely sister-in-law tries very hard to keep some of the Italian alive in her family. She recently asked me for my grandmother’s chocolate cookie recipe. As much as I love her and as much as she tries….she still makes lasagna with ….COTTAGE CHEESE!
Love you sissy!