"A tradition is a belief or behavior passed down within a group or society with symbolic meaning or special significance with origins in the past."
Italians have a lot of food traditions, once I left home I never replicated any of them. I remember them fondly - hey, food! - but I never bothered with them. There are no cultural/family traditions that I maintain.
There are all the religious/secular holiday traditions, like Christmas. I don't do Christmas tho it is a perfect excuse to give people gifts. I'm for any excuse to give someone a gift. "Oh, hey - you got up this morning - here's a present". I surely do love giving gifts. One of the great pleasures of my life, but hardly a tradition.
Easter baskets were not a part of my childhood but I made them a part of my younger brother's. I saved my allowance and bought all the stuff to make him a basket every year. He's 60, I still send him an Easter basket every year, so I guess that is a tradition. It's just that I never got one.
I've been trying my darndest to think of any traditions or traditional things (aside from you know, like paying the bills) that are a part of my life and I am at a total loss.
The only thing that comes to mind, in the nature of family/cultural traditions, is a superstition. And that is: Never put shoes on the table. I have no idea where that comes from but I remember when I was a kid, you come home from a shopping trip, unpack all your purchases, including your new shoes, and start to lay everything out on the table -"STOP! Do not put shoes on the table." I never asked why. I could google it but I don't want to know.
Come to think of it now, all of my traditions are superstitions. Maybe all traditions ARE superstitions. Or maybe I have used the word so many times now it has ceased to have any meaning at all.
How long do you have to do a specific thing, at a specific time, for it to become a tradition? I make my husband a chocolate cake for his birthday every year. Is that a tradition? I've only been doing it for 2 or 3 years, and it's not my tradition, it's his. I just bake the cake because he likes it. Doesn't really mean jack-all (except that I'm a nice person, a-hem).
So what is it you do just because it has been done, traditionally?
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 3, 2014
Anyway, for years I wanted to know my maternal great-grandmother's name. I never thought to ask my mother - stupid me. I had a session with a medium and he said that she said, I could call her 'Grace". That sound a little odd to me because her daughter, my grandmother was originally named 'Grazia" and I was named for my grandmother.
Italians, or at least the Italians I grew up around named the kids this way; first son after the father's father; first daughter after the mother's mother; second son after the mother's father and so on. You get the idea. Many times the middle name was after the other grandparent. There was also the tradition of naming the first son after the father leading to many 'juniors'. I don't know the thinking behind that one - it only appeared on the maternal side of the family.
Anyway, I recently discovered that my maternal great-grandmother's name was Josephine Grace Vullo - that's the way it showed up in census records, obviously since she was from Italy that is the English version. Which means she used her middle name for her daughter; actually there is no Italian word for the personal name 'Grace". It is most used as 'Graziella' which is considered a nickname. Are you confused yet? 'Grazia' would also be a nickname for 'Graziella' and my grandmother shows up in the records as "Grazia".
It doesn't really matter what my grandmother's birth name was because she changed it to Frances because the kids teased her about her Italian name.
On my father's side of the family, his name is pretty straight forward, Gennaro, named after his paternal grandfather but his sisters are another story. I know what they were called in English and the census records show their English names but their 'real' names are a mystery to me. I could go to New York City and access their birth certificates to satisfy my curiosity, it would so be worth the trip.
One of my father's sisters, born in 1908, was called 'Jean', sometimes 'Jennie' - her real name? who knows. BUT BUT BUT...
My niece started a family tree on Ancestry and entered my Aunt Jean's name as 'Jennifer'. Jennifer? Seriously? In what universe does she think that immigrant Italians in 1908 would name a daughter Jennifer? THIS ANNOYS THE CRAP OUT OF ME.
Jean could be the Americanization of "Giovanna" which is the feminine form of Giovanni which is John. And since my grandfather's name was Giovanni/John perhaps that was the original name. There is a convoluted way back to Jennifer - from the Cornish Guinevere which is, maybe, Ginevra in Italian which could become Jean but Eugenia could also be 'Jean' or 'Jennie'.
Plus there is no "J" in the Italian alphabet. 'J' is only used in loanwords and foreign names. In 1908 - with all the other children given Italian names do you seriously think Italian immigrant peasants were using the name Jennifer? It wasn't even a popular American name at the time. Sheesh.
And here endeth today's rant.