Word: feastings
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...morning sky was grey, and the paraders had bitter words for the priests who had been praying for rain to relieve Italy's drought. Superstitious Communists carried defiant signs: "Is it raining? Will it rain? Certainly not until after the Feast of Unita!" They were right; soon a hot sun enveloped the crowds as they watched bicycle races and boxing matches, played roulette, danced, drank, threw baseballs (50 lire for three shots) at caricatures of priests and bishops and of Premier Alcide de Gasperi and tough Interior Minister Mario Scelba, who was by far the most popular target...
Even more, he loved to make money-and hang on to it. According to one story, he once invited Parisian celebrities to a post-premiere feast at Larue's, ordered the finest food and wines. When the assemblage had cheered him, he had the waiter bring each guest a separate check...
...carry Christ home with me from the altar, I am afraid He will have to come to the kitchen, because much of my time is spent there . . . If I am to create, and I believe God made me to do just that, why can't I create feast-day specials from eggs and milk and butter? . . . I once tried to paint a picture, but the colors ran and the perspective was poor. I tried to write music, but even the dog howled to hear it. I tried to weave a piece of cloth, but the warp broke...
Wear Gloves. Several years ago she described to her good friend, Msgr. Luigi Ligutti, executive secretary of the National Catholic Rural Life Conference, how she had tried to emphasize "the why of religious feast days by preparing special food for the children [she has five], and explaining its significance as they ate.'' Msgr. Ligutti suggested that she make a book of her recipes. The 130 pages that resulted contain 75 recipes, liberally interlarded with explanatory background...
...cock feathers in their caps, run instead of march, and in Trastevere, which always had its own regiment, have been a tradition for almost 100 years. Since World War II, however, Trastevere's regiment had been quartered in Milan. With the opening of this year's feast, the first units of the old Trastevere Bersagliere regiment came home, ran heroically through the twisting streets blowing bugles while exuberant Trasteverini welcomed them with flowers, Frascati and frenzied cheers...