Chiesa di San Calogero

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FEAST OF SAN CALOGERO

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Before dawn the next day they were awakened by a frantic roar down the street: screams, screaming shouts that went to the sky, frightful whistles of marine bùccine.

– THE FISHERMEN … – Maria said, almost to herself, in a sigh, in the dark of the room. Oh yes: that was the day of the feast of the patron saints of the country. Who had thought of it?

Like every year, up from the seaside village, the so-called fishermen were in turmoil, on the dawn of the day: almost all the people who lived by the sea, not dedicated to fishing alone. To them, to the inhabitants of the township, the honor of carrying in triumph through the streets of the city the fèrcolo of the two patron saints, who in the sea had suffered their first martyrdom, was kept by the ancient custom. more especially their protection.

Thus every year the city was aroused by that roaring invasion, as by the stormy sea itself.

Along the streets the windows hurriedly opened, from which leaned out arms, immediately withdrawn, and pale faces of sleep, wrapped in old shawls, in headphones, in handkerchiefs.

None of the three dejected thought to get out of bed. They stood with their eyes open in the dark, and each passed before their minds the vision of those energumeni down the street, between the smoke and the flames of the shaken flashlights, dressed in white, in shirts and underpants, barefoot, a red band at the waist, a yellow handkerchief tied around the head. On many other occasions, over the happy years, they had seen them.

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The first cry of the miraculous barefoot was heard:

– THE HOLY OF THANKS, DIVOTE!

They were boys, young men, mature men, who by miracle of the saints Cosimo and Damiano (of whom the people made a saint only in two people) thought themselves escaped from some danger or healed from some infirmity, and that, every year, by vote, they went about the country, in peduli, dressed in white like the FISHERMEN, and with a vassojo in front supported by a band of silk over the shoulder. On the vassojo were images of the two Martyrs, one, two, three and more.

The first cry of the miraculous barefoot was heard:

THE HOLY OF THANKS, DIVOTE! They were boys, young men, mature men, who by miracle of the saints Cosimo and Damiano (of whom the people made a saint only in two people) thought themselves escaped from some danger or healed from some infirmity, and that, every year, by vote, they went about the country, in peduli, dressed in white like the FISHERMEN, and with a vassojo in front supported by a band of silk over the shoulder. On the vassojo were images of the two Martyrs, one, two, three and more.

The first cry of the miraculous barefoot was heard: