Sense of what's to come clouds joy of Fiesta
It should have been a more joyous occasion: My son Ben and I were taking his 19-month-old son Isaac to his first St. Peter's Fiesta.
My mother had accompanied my brother and me when Fiesta started up again after the war, and I, in turn, took my own three kids, beginning in the 1960s. If you count the fact that my mother, born in Gloucester in 1910, had attended the earliest Fiestas in the 1930s, four generations of our family have been celebrating the Feast of St. Peter with our Italian friends and neighbors....continued
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