Sicilians And The Altars: New Discoveries

I found the town I have been looking for and I will reveal it here, but first let me tell you what the search was all about.

With this Saturday (March 19) being St. Joseph Day, it brings to mind some cultural discoveries from traveling in Sicily. I am not Sicilian, nor Italian, but I have long been fascinated by the local Sicilian cultural contribution. New Orleans experienced the largest Sicilian migration in the nation. One especially colorful and meaningful contribution from this migration was St. Joseph Day altars. I remember visiting my first altar as a child, where I heard an old Sicilian grandma explain that she began building the food altars after a tiny saint appeared in her room and told her to do so. That was a hard command to turn down.

While in Sicily, I was curious about the tradition and how and where it was being celebrated. To my surprise, I got mostly blank stars when I asked about it. Someone might mention about hearing that a certain small village practiced the tradition, but no one was really sure. My other surprise is that St. Joseph, to whom we were told the altars were dedicated for having saved the island from famine, is not a major figure there in the Pantheon of Saints. In Europe (where most of the Saints came from) it is more common for every town to have a native saint than to honor a universal figure; thus St. Rosalie is worshipped in Palermo, St. Lucy in Syracuse and St. Agatha in Catania. Joseph just doesn’t have his own town.

I then learned something else surprising, Sicilian is a dying language in Sicily. Most of the younger generation speaks Italian rather than the language of the island. At dinner one night with some Italian fellow-travelers from Brooklyn, I realized the truth about ethnic preservation. It survives not in the old country but in the places where the emigrants went. In the United States, the language and traditions of the immigrants survives. In the old country, the past is overwhelmed by modernization. The Italians form Brooklyn likely knew more about native recipes than most people in Palermo.

Which brings me back to the St. Joseph altars. I have discovered the epicenter of the tradition. It is a place called New Orleans. Though there are not as many altars as there used to be, and their locations have gradually shifted to the suburbs; here is where the tradition is still practiced, sometimes for reason that are devout, occasionally as a matter of historic preservation. In this town, homage to St. Joseph has even spilled into the Black Creole community, most likely an influence of early Italian neighborhood grocery stores. Where the tradition is practiced around the country, it was mostly likely brought there by someone from New Orleans rather than Sicily.

Mid-March is always a special time in New Orleans with the celebrations by the Irish on the 17th and the Sicilians. But while the Irish’s St. Patrick’s Day parade is really an extension of Carnival, the St. Joseph tradition is spiritual and poetic. St. Joseph might have saved Sicily; New Orleans, in its own way, saved St. Joseph.

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Note: this blog is based on Errol Laborde’s annual update on local Sicilian culture.

     

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