Growing up in Verona, Italy this was the home parish for my mom and her sisters.
This is the church which contains a chapel dedicated to St. Blaise, patron saint of throat ailments. My uncle remembers when he was a little boy he and his mother would participate in the procession celebrating the Feast Day of St. Blaise. Following the procession they would go behind the altar and -- get ready for this -- LICK the altar. Oh how we laughed when he told us this story.
This was the church where my parents married.
This was the church where I received my First Holy Communion. On that day, I remember stepping out of my Nonna's house and walking to the church, my veil fluttering in the breeze.
Incidentally, the same priest (Monsignor Venturi) officiated BOTH occasions.
|Parrochia Ss. Nazaro e Celso|