Carrying Their Hometowns to Paterson
On the street where I grew up,
everyone knew everyone else.
We knew each other’s secrets,
though we pretended we didn’t.
Our street was lined with
two-and three-family houses
full of immigrants from southern Italy.
There was one young Irish couple -
they moved out quickly.
Another Italian family moved in.
These immigrants came from Cilento
and Calabria and Sicily. Paterson, at the time,
had fifty Italian societies,
named for different southern Italian regions and towns.
My father belonged to the Cilentano society
where he went to play cards
and argue about politics with the other men.
The members of the ladies' auxiliary cooked
spaghetti dinners for the men
at least once a month. On our street
it was as though these new immigrants
carried their hometowns to Paterson,
carrying their dialects and mores
and the pungent cheeses their relatives sent to them
so they’d have a piece of home
to remind them of the past.
On summer evenings, they would sit around
oilcloth-covered tables under the grape arbors
they had planted, playing cards and talking.
They needed their countrymen to replace the relatives
they had left behind in those Italian villages,
the people they never saw again who became
like stick figures, gradually fading into lines
from the blue airmail letters they sent and received,
and they worked hard in America, where the streets
were not paved in gold, but where they knew
they could give their children better lives
than what they could have given them
if they’d stayed in the mountain villages
they called home.
by Maria Mazziotti Gillan
Maria Mazziotti Gillan's newest poetry collection is When the Stars Were Still Visible (2021). Other recent publications are the poetry and photography collection, Paterson Light and Shadow, and the poetry collections What Blooms in Winter and The Girls in the Chartreuse Jackets, a pairing of her poems with her paintings.
Maria's artist website is MariaMazziottiGillan.com and her poetry website is MariaGillan.com.
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so true
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