I am watching the feast on u tube ,my father it Michael Moccio use to carry it , we lived on north 7 right ,he died in 1955 and we moved to Conn. I will never forget the neighborhood . The Giglio brings back a lot of memories,
My dad played this feast from 1970-1995. The big guy standing in the pink shirt playing trumpet is my uncle Larry and my dad is sitting to the right of him playing the sax. 🇮🇹💪🏼💯🇮🇹
Beautiful memories. I was born in this neighborhood and was an Altar Boy in the Parrish. The annual Feast, the music, the smell of the food!!! God bless you all. Blessings from sunny San Juan Puerto Rico!!!