Poppa, I heard your whipper whill whistle the other day while in my porch. Thank you for letting me know you are and always will be near. I loved you so very much, my daddy. Your daughter, Linda
Wow - You all put together a legacy of photos that brought back so many great memories for me as well as showed me a glimpse into his earlier days when I was just a twinkle in the sky. So amazing to see how much he changed through the years but how his smile and the heart that could not be hidden behind it, always shone through so brightly. His spirit of openness to new experiences, cultures and people and child-like curiosity lives through me and many others. I can almost hear him chuckle every time I come across some dance in the park and join in, or find some new food and somehow end up having a new friend insist on buying it for me. We both have a common love for food - that was always evident to anyone who had a meal with us. I have recently been nick-named by my friends in China a term that literally translates as someone who lives to eat. I think this name may have more or less been given to him at some points as well. I know his wife Francis knew the way to his heart and won it easily through cooking. I know he is joining me up in heaven for some of my more extravagant meals of Peking duck and braised pork belly here in China. He always did love Chinese food. A close second to Italian. I love you Grandpa - Marin Toscano
Joseph, Helen, and Marin,
Joseph always had a smile on his face. He was a very happy father, and husband. I remember the day I met him when you got married. He loved the celebration of marriage and the feast that followed. God Bless you all.
Love, joy and peace,
Cathy and Jack
Some of the things that I remember about my Uncle Joe:
We shared some of the same taste in music: Sinatra, Jerry Vale, Mario Lanza and Rosemary Clooney to name a few. It was how we communicated.
He seemed to have an abundance of zeal for life.
He brought so much joy to my Mom, his sister Mary, during his visits with her in her last days. For that, I will always be forever grateful to him and all the brothers, my uncles.
And last, but not least, his infectious smile. Rest peacefully, Uncle Joe.
Linda, Joe, and Aunt Frances, my prayers are with you. Love, your niece and cousin, Mona.
He was the biggest little man we have ever met. May God bless him and his beloved family in this time of sorrow. He will be missed.
Marianne and Bob Colucci