Wednesday, August 6, 2008

The summer church festival -- the sights, sounds and hairspray

Nostalgic piece about growing up in Pittsburgh and the local church festival. They were (are) quite the event. Maybe another good reason to "swim the Tiber"?

"I grew up in Penn Hills where our parish festival ran for six nights. It started Sunday afternoon with a spaghetti dinner and ended Friday night with fireworks. In between there was gambling, skydivers, bingo, hayrides, raffles and plenty of junk food -- hot dogs, hot sausage sandwiches, fries, Sno-Cones.

That first night of the festival, walking to the church grounds was such a giddy-kid time. When you arrived, the atmosphere was overwhelming to every sense: the colored lights, the smell of popcorn, the sound of the merry-go-round."

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