Timeless traditions?


Yesterday was Fastnacht Day. In your neck of the woods, you might call it Fat Tuesday or Mardi Gras, but for those of who live with PA coal region transplants, it’s Fastnacht Day. And on Fastnacht Day, you eat doughnuts. The premise is the same as the other pre-Lenten observances: rid your pantry of anything that might tempt you later and party hard because the next forty days are meant to be somber and sober ones.

At school one of my colleagues, Joe Gabuzda, who grew up in Manohoy City fifty miles north of Reading, would bring the treats in for us every year. He even continued the tradition for a few years after he retired until there were more teachers he didn’t know than he knew. I’m sorry he stopped and not because I miss the doughnuts though I do. I miss Joe more, but I’m also sorry to see that piece of culture fall to the wayside. It’s not something my family ever practiced. Sure we always gave something up for Lent even on Sundays, but we didn’t have a tradition that everyone with a similar surname practiced. I’m afraid that’s truer today than forty years ago when I was a kid.

I am encouraged though by the fact that a teacher in my sister’s school (Yes, teaching runs in my family) makes Italian cookies every year for Christopher Columbus Day. I’d never heard of this before, and this school isn’t far from where I grew up. Maybe if our last name had been Barella instead of Graham we would have too. Maybe there are others named Barella still do. What about you? Do you have a custom that you still practice borne of the region or culture you’re from? If so, please share.

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