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The Saturday of the big time is when my friends would come over and hang out and socialize. It was great to have such amici grandi [great friends.] One of my favorite memories is the Sunday Procession. First, when our second grade class received Holy Communion, as an Altar Boy, when my daughters received their Communion and later when they were in the court. My brother Phil marched with the Cornet Band and to this day Uncle Chubby drives the beautiful float. Everyone in the community has these ties to the Big Time. As a young child watching the procession go in front of the butcher shop, I could see the love in my Grandparent’s eyes with the look of pride. They were proud that in America not only could you keep the traditions of the old country but also make them flourish in your own community. My Grandfather’s sister Mary and her family from Philadelphia would always visit on that Sunday and Grand pop was so happy to entertain them and enjoy the ”Sunday Supper “ of macaroni, gravy meat and roasted chicken and potatoes which seemed to taste better with the extended family there.