I love this story written by Dr. Ed Iannuccilli. It captures what it feels like to be an Italian American on Thanksgiving. It most likely speaks to all of us who have relatives that came here in search of something better and are so very thankful for what they have received.
Today I am home with my daughter, she is sick, and my husband is making the annual trek to Prudence Island to be with his family. My very caring parents-in-law offered to stay with Julia so I could go, but I can’t have a good time anywhere if I know she is home sweating out a fever.
I am thankful that I have two sets of family traditions- the Testa/Fiore’s and the Mitchell/Naughton’s. Both sets of families are full of laughter and love, along with the usual ‘unfun’ and difficult times that we all face. But I wouldn’t chose to be part of any different families. I am home with both.
Jeremy please be sure to bring us back some turkey. Mom, save me a little stuffing.
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I love that my husband, daughter and I have been enjoying Thanksgiving on Prudence Island with Jeremy’s family these past few years. It’s a wonderful, festive day full of delicious food, family, and laughter, not to mention a walk around the nearly deserted island in the chilly autumn afternoon.
But there is also something to be said for a traditional Italian Thanksgiving spread too, with either lasagna or home-made macaroni and a platter full of antipasto with prosciutto, salami, provolone, olives and the ever famous pickled peppers.
I miss those times with my family, and as it stands we may never have a Thanksgiving together like that again. But I am thankful for those times. And for today.