The article I linked to from the local paper was from 2009. My Dad cut out a copy of it for my Grandmother. Dad said when Grandma was told about the memories I had from those Sunday dinners, she almost cried. She passed away less than a year later.

She, and my grandfather, brought us many happy memories growing up. Glad I could do a small part to return the favor to her.

Thanks for sharing your family history as well. I knew we had a few things common. 😉

Great post. It is too bad most Americans don’t have time to spend a day making gravy and sit around the kitchen table.

This has happened to me, especially over the past 6 months. After almost 18 years my job ceased to be fun and starting sucking up my leisure time. So tomorrow is my last day. Gravy is more important than a job that isn’t fun. And this weekend I will engage and renew the lost tradition of Sunday gravy.

My grandfather, Giuseppe Gattellaro, first came to America in 1905 from Bianco, Italy. His name was Americanized to Joseph Gatelaro. When my dad was in grade school the administration further Americanized his last name to Gatel. My dad moved to California in 1949 and we now have a contingent of Gatel’s in the People’s Socialist State of California. There are scores of Gatelaro’s in Ohio. The generations have happily assimilated and become Americans, but Sunday Gravy prospers and continues.