Growing up Sicilian

       Growing up Sicilian means a multitude of things but as we grow older the memories of fun and sense of togetherness are the two that clearly stand out above all others. Family cannot be mentioned without food, they are inseparable predominant associations. There is a pride, among the men, who seem to have an inherent sense of duty to teach and pass to the young men of the family that to be a Sicilian is to be a person of your word. La parola è sacra (the word is blood).

Growing up a Sicilian little girl you realize before you are of school age just how generous and warm the people of Sicily are with one another. Friends, families share in everything from life’s celebrations, their sadness of loss, their yearly harvests from gardening. Food is prepared from only the freshest ingredients and generously shared among neighbors. A lifetime neighbor is considered and treated as one would blood family.

As little girls you are guarded, protected as if you are a precious jewel from the moment you are born. Women and girls have a host of known yet unwritten dos and don’t that come with their responsibility for the caring of the family. The women take pride in the preparation of meals, cleaning of the home. At age nine on a trip to Germany with my grandparents I observed the absolute mortified look on my grandfathers face when we arrived to witness an aunt painting the shutters on the house. Chores such as painting or gardening were revered in the same way that it was unheard of woman staying out late in Sicily.

“You were born a princess but you will die a queen”. An adoring compliment by my grandfather I treasured, it’s a compliment most fathers and grandfather’s used to counsel their daughters. Most of us grew up knowing no one who was not Catholic. For Giuseppina, and I, the princess in us was awakened when like all little girls we were dressed in white dresses and a vail for our First Communion. It was the beginning of becoming a Sicilian Princess. Being Catholic comes with another set of rituals and traditions preciously guarded and celebrated among Sicilian life.

Saturday evening card games amongst family and neighbors allowed the children time to catch fireflies, play tag, or a game of Jack’s as we sat on the sidewalk. Sunday dinner usually extend from daylight into evening. Music, dancing and laughter was as much a part of the day as hearing the men gather and talk politics. The immense pride of a Sicilian comes largely as a result of the fact that Sicily was not a part of Italy until 1860.

In the late 1960’s through the 1970’s most Sicilians had family members that had traveled, and or worked abroad in the States, Venezuela, or to Argentina. Sicilian parents, grandparents were eager to take jobs abroad in these countries not only for the immediate need of their family but in the hope of a great education and prosperous opportunities.

LucianaGiuseppina and I are two of those girls, two girls who were brought abroad by their families in hopes of great education and prosperous opportunities for them. Giuseppina Farach was raised in Venezuela until coming to the states to settle in Alpharetta, GA. I Luciana P. Fellini was schooled between France and America, raised traveling between Italy and New York until, like my Sicilian sister twenty years ago, I moved to Alpharetta, Georgia. Today I continue a life that means splitting my time between Italy and Georgia.

It was an alignment of the moons on the morning when a studio production worker at Gem Studios told me he had met my sister. I was sure he spoke in jest, I have no siblings, until I came face to face with Giuseppina. Our resemblance would surely garner the joke about whose father strayed. But far stronger than our physical resemblance is the character of two Sicilian girls brought to tears when reunited.

We have traveled different paths, but we are Sicilian. We have discovered that we paint quite well, both self taught. We are the generation our passionate parents and grandparents of Sicily created, both women who are avid and active humanitarians and political activists. We both have parallel careers in fashion, writing and acting. Growing up Sicilian we are passionate modern women outside the home that who know life is a self-changing and that we have to invest in ourself to get better each day. And when we return home in the evenings we take immense pride in returning to the more traditional roles as Sicilian women caring for families, basking in the security of a strong traditional male that leads the family. There is an immense pride in who we are, and have become, as we are Sicilian, and we are proud Atlantans now too.

Luciana Patrizia
Luciana Patrizia
My art began as a school girl who loved to use water colors to capture the beauty of the landscapes around me as I traveled between Sicily, France and the States with my family. It was while I was sitting on a beach in New York capturing the beauty of the harbor that I was discovered and began a modeling career. My love for design and to be surrounded by beauty took my interest to study Architecture & Design in College...

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  1. I loved it, I cried as a #Sicilian #Woman It was like reading about my #family. It was if I was sitting in the #kitchen with a #friend, #articulate yes but #personal, #warm, #funny and very #touching!

  2. This is a wonderful expression of the Sicilian Culture and people themselves. It is also touching and emotional to know that against all odds these girls would meet again as women. Warm, embracing and a fabulous tribute to Sicilian life.

  3. A #compelling story of #Sicilian #Life,#family-values, and #traditions. Two girls who look so remarkably alike it seems utterly impossible
    that they are not #sisters.I had no idea even as a Sicilian born man,old enough to be #father to the girls, of the #Historical fact of when Sicily became a part of #Italy, but placed in that context it brought to light the #strength and #pride of the people.

    the #strength of the #values can be seen, or in this case read as the girls after years of separation an moving to other countries retain the same values, and #lifestyle at heart. Bravo to Sicily.

    The phrase “La parola è sacra” brought tears to my eyes as I recalled hearing my Uncle repeat to me and my brothers. the best part of reading this for me was that it was like I was sitting at home with #friends, the writer tell as story not just of facts but with #charm, #laughter, fact as if she is company or a friend at #Sunday-dinner.

  4. I loved this story..2 #beautiful~girls raised in Sicily #reunited! I loved hearing our values
    Portrayed in the positive light, with love. And yes a love and #sharing of #foods that all #Italians share! Beautiful girl..beautiful story!! I love her website and how it seems she lives with such passion. Luciana you have a bunch of new #Luciana fans now!

  5. A #friend passed this story and your paper along. I have never been to Sicily,but was raised by #parents who migrated to the states for marriage in 1947. My father and his father when he came to visit took me there through #stories of their #life. No one I knew took more #pride in her #heritage than my maternal #grandmother. My brothers and I listened each #Sunday-dinner, which was hours long, when she visited.

    Reading this story was a reminder of her words, her life there as a girl. As boys we never paid much attention to those words now I realize in reading this just how true her words and experience was, not just stories to hold boys at the table. Thank you #Times of #Sicily and to the writer for a sharing her life, the life of my grandmother and #mother. This story was like a small #gift.

  6. Hi. Could anybody from your site translate “The family first” from English to Sicilian for me I’m finding it difficult to find. Thank you. DINO.

    • Thank you Antonina for your translation from English to Sicilian of “The family first”. almost every Sicilian in the UK speak only Italian. I have only just looked at this site again after all this time.completely left my mind. Thank you again…….Dino

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