Masses/Processions Held in Honor of Saint Liberata
Throughout the mid- and late-1900's, about 1,000 emigrants from Pizzone had migrated to the Chicago area. Now every June 8th at the Divine Savior Church in Norridge, Illinois, certain of those the emigrants attend a one-hour mass dedicated to the saint and also attend a thirty-minute religious procession around five blocks of the streets there, which also features a live trumpet/drum band, both first exiting and then entering the premise when finished. This is organized annually by the Saint Liberata Club of Chicago, founded 1944, also in honor of the saint. As for in Pizzone, on June 10th, they also hold the same above-mentioned mass/procession also, though it is not known in what the manner they hold the activity.
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