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A peak at the carnival games, rides, and concessions, early in the morning, slowly waking up, wondering what the day has in store….
Good Morning, Fiesta.
St Peter’s Fiesta is also celebrated in the small fishing village where I was born Lajes do Pico Azores.
The tradition is a bit different; women carry baskets of sweet bread “rosquilhas”, the bread is blessed and than distributed to the people, they celebrate mass in the small chapel (San Pedo’s). The village, guests and family sit down and share a meal. The events may be different, but the bringing together of community and family is the same. Viva St Pietro / Pedro / Peter.Viva
Photos shared by my cousin João Ávila
Junior and Senior race champs “Bad Intentions” and “Wharf Rats” win on Sunday
For anyone who has grown up in or around Gloucester, the St. Peter’s Fiesta has clearly served as the true kick-off to summer. But, it is much more than that. The funny thing is that the importance and significance of Fiesta has probably also changed throughout each individual’s life time depending on their age. At times the religious celebrations have been of upmost importance… and later the rides. At times maybe the five day celebration was all about family… and later it was all about hanging out with friends. At times it was about hoping to get a glimpse of that certain “crush” under the ferris wheel and years later it was all about air guitar at Old Timers or trying to cut in line at The Gloucester House. Still later, possibly you’ve come full circle, and celebrating with loved ones makes the Fiesta a time to truly be treasured. At times the parade reigned supreme….and later, maybe the fireworks. For many years playing on the beach during the seine boat races was more fun than actually watching them….and later cheering for a certain crew was equivalent to the Kentucky Derby. The Greasy Pole has always been….well, the Greasy Pole. Whether you love it for the tradition or the insanity, the sport or the absurdity….whether you watch it from Pavilion Beach or by boat in the harbor…there is nothing quite like it.
I’ve been there for all of them. I have fond memories of the Fiesta that range from being a very young child, to a preteen, to a teenager, to a college student, to a bar-crawling 20 something year-old, to a “grown-up”, and now as a parent….who feels blessed to be sharing the experience with my own children. I have Fiesta memories that involve holding my grandfather’s hand as he guided me through the crowd and later memories of holding his hand as I supported him. I have Fiesta memories of holding the hand of long ago boyfriends and later Fiesta memories of holding the hand of my now husband. Maybe the best memories are the newest….as just today, I held the hands of both of my sons while jumping from ride to ride.
So, as the mother of a 5 and 7 year-old, St. Peter’s Fiesta to me so far this year has been all about the rides, the games, and the food. It is all about the color, the sounds, the smells…and the way they all seem to blur together. While I may have desired to capture other aspects of this year’s Fiesta and I would love to get that “perfect shot”…..I have found myself enjoying it through my children’s eyes.
And this is how they see it.
Andrew and Marc Nicastro were at Strawberry Fest at Mile Marker One this weekend selling these killer Fiesta Caps and T Shirts printed and embroidered by Julie Lopes at www.shirtsillustratedsalem.com (Julie was also at Strawberry Fest with her husband giving out awesome aluminum water bottles with the shirts illustrated logos on them)
Anybody who’s anybody is gonna want one of their killer lids for Fiesta, check out their online store here-
Glad you liked the shirts/hats. The other day was the first time we brought them out so hearing some good comments was great for has.
We have an online store at http://st-peters-fiesta.myshopify.com and any press you’d be willing to give would be much appreciated.
Also, in about a week, I’ll have a fiesta mobile app done and if you’d be willing to talk that up as well, it would be huge for downloads!
Here are a bunch of images of the Fiesta Apparel we are selling this year. Thank you for posting this for us. Since this is our first year, we have no idea what to expect, sales wise. We really appreciate it.
If people don’t want to use the online store, they can call us directly at 978-810-0553 or email us at email@example.com
The Stage Is Being Set-
Within this trailer, the St Peter’s Fiesta Altar Is About To Become Erected Once Again To Bring On The Greatest Time Of The Year For Our Fair City.
Gloucester’s Superbowl- The Saint Peter’s Fiesta 2014 Edition- Ladies and Gentlemen, Start Your Engines
Mike Lindberg’s Classic Here (I don’t know why but I tear up every time I watch this)-
Here’s an entertaining video by Cape Ann TV’s Lisa Smith that captures all sorts of 2013 Fiesta fun with profiles of the Hat Ladies and Greasy Pole Champs, plus a special appearance by Gloucester City Councilor Sefatia Romeo Theken . ENJOY!
Hi Joey, Here is my Fiesta Story. The Heart of Fiesta: Prayer for our Fisherman.
My son, Hilary, actually had you post my pictures before, but they are so beautiful,
I like to look at them over again. Virginia (Frontiero) McKinnon
PS. My Father’s side Frontiero Family is having an informal reunion at the
Cupboard on Stage Fort on Thursday, June 11 from 4-5 pm
My mother’s side the Piscitello’s are having a Grand Reunion on
Sunday, July 14th at Stage Fort Park. My mother was the first born of 11 children.
I will send pictures and an account of the Grand Affair Piscitello Reunion..
“Viva San Pietro” Virginia (Frontiero) McKinnon 6/2013
Another Fiesta, another joy for Gloucester, starting with the nine day novena. I participated with my friends at American Legion Hall.
The ladies look forward to this annual event. Seeing old friends again. Rose Verga is the organizer of this pre-fiesta program. She reads a verse from the Bible, followed with prayer to St. Peter for his intercession in keeping our fisherman safe, praying for our beautiful city of Gloucester and many prayers for healing, receiting each name of people in need of prayer. We recite the rosary in Italian and sing our traditional Sicilian hymns .The service last for one hour. Renewing friendships over coffee and wonderful pastries each evening. On the ninth day, Tuesday evening our Pastor Father Kiley celebrated Mass. After mass our traditional cassata cake was served. Our new St. Peter’s pins were distributed Then the statue of St. Peter was taken down from the altar on the stage of the American Legion hall. We had a procession, chanting “Viva San Pietro,” all he way down 14 Beach Court to Pavilion Beach. After a dedication ceremony, the St. Peter‘s statue was taken back to the St. Peter’s Club on Roger St. On Friday evening the ladies accompany the St. Peter statue in another procession to St. Peter’s place of honor on the altar in St. Peter’s Square.
So many memories and stories to tell of Fiesta’s in the past. I have seen 83 of the 86 fiesta’s, I remember seeing a group of fishermen wives and families seated in a circle on Commercial St., praying for nine days to St. Peter for his intercession to bring their loved ones safely home from their fishing trips. proceeding St. Peter’s fiest day on June 29th. In later years beautiful ornate altar’s were erected on this spot. Every year an Italian man came from Boston with his sons and put the masterpieces altars together, mostly with paper, foil and pins. Each year the altar was different and took a month to erect. I have so many precious memories of 14 Beach Court, where my Dad lived before he married my mother. This was our family gathering place for Fiesta. My grandfather, Paul Frontiero and my Aunt Vincie made us all feel so special. Lots of cold drinks, cookies, sandwiches, everyone together having a good time. My dad had seven siblings, all had large families. I have lots of cousins. I loved watching the seine boat races on Pavilion Beach, the greasy pole, many contest for children, the procession on Sunday and the fireworks on Sunday night. Big set pieces fireworks on the beach followed by the American Flag display. Sometimes we would climb out my grandfather’s bedroom window on to a little ledge for a bird’s eye view. Recently I looked up at that little ledge and wondered how all the kids were able to fit on that little ledge.