May your family find comfort in the promises of Jesus Christ. His shed blood has made all promises yes because he loves us all.
I read about you in Ring Magazine in the fifties,fascinated by you and your style, then I had to put the magazine back on the rack, no money, Dublin Ireland. Keep punching up there Art, Des Duffin.
I hope the family and friends can find comfort in the scripture at Revelatiom 21:4 where it states that one day God will wipe out all tears from our eyes and death will be no more. We look forward to that wonderful time.
To the family: May the comfort from family and friends continue to strengthen you, and may you find comfort in the words found in the Holy Scriptures: "And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away."
I am thinking of you today and trying to learn more about you. You grew up living very close to my father in Belen, New Mexico. Every time I'd go to visit, he would take me by the lot of your childhood home and point and say..."That's where the Golden Boy lived. He was a famous boxer." As we drove around those old Belen roads, I always knew when we were getting close. Your old home town is very full of interesting history. My prayers are with your family...Your life will be celebrated eternally.
For Art...in the fifties
you were the biggest boxing
WEEP NOT FOR ME
Do not weep for me when I no longer dwell among the wonders of the earth; for my larger self is free, and my soul rejoices on the other side of pain...on the other side of darkness.
Do not weep for me, for I am a ray of sunshine that touches your skin, a tropical breeze upon your face, the hush of joy within your heart and the innocence of babes in mothers arms.
I am the hope in a darkened night. And, in your hour of need, I will be there to comfort you. I will share your tears, your joys, your fears, your disappointments and your triumphs.
Do not weep for me, for I am cradled
in the arms of God. I walk with the angels, and hear the music beyond the stars.
Do not weep for me, for I am within you;
I am peace, love, I am a soft wind that caresses the flowers. I am the calm that follows a raging storm. I am an autumns leaf that floats among the garden of God, and I am pure white snow that softly falls upon your hand.
Do not weep for me, for I shall never die, as long as you remember me...
with a smile and a sigh.
© Joe Fazio
firstname.lastname@example.org /Joe Fazio,
Beverly Hills, California
GOD BLESS GOD!!!
OUR FATHER "ART" IN HEAVEN...
GODSGIRL01 ANGELIKYA ARAGON & OUR SON CHRISTIAN.
I AM STILL KEEPING OUR FAITH TRUE... CAN'T WAIT TILL I SEE YOU!!!
Dear DADDY & BRADY
MY AWESOME BLOSSOMS
LOVING YOU EVERY SECOND
~~~*KIMBERLY A ARAGON*~~~CHRISTIAN*~~~
There will never be another one like UNCLE ART.
Sorry to hear about Art's death. I wish I would have met him. My dad, Leo Chavez from Belen, knew Art. My dad's sister Angie married Art's brother. It sounds like Art had an exciting life. My best wishes to his family.
I was fortunate to visit Art at his bail bonds office years ago. He autographed a program I had from a fight with Cisco Andrades. Art loved fans and spent an hour with me talking about boxing. We later went to lunch a few times. He was a great PR man for the sport of boxing.
I never met Art Aragon but i've seen some of his many battles in the square ring. He sure was one tough cookie today he would have been champ, they just don't make em like mr aragon anymore, we miss you artie. A fan!!
In My Pocket
I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.
My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.
They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.
Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.
But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.
I used to spar with Artie at the Legion Stadium in Hollywood in the '50s. He was a great guy, who went out of his way to show you punches, like his left hook to the body, followed with a hook to the head. After the Basilio fight I asked him what happened. He said,"I made two mistakes. The first was signing the contract, and the second was getting up after I was knocked down the first time.
Bless you Artie. We'll miss you, but, of course, you'll always be in our memories.
sorry about your loss / I think he was one of the crowd favorites, at least one of mine when I was a young boy. Keep the great memories.
I am so grateful I got to meet you when I visited my sister, Sue, who looked after you your last years, I could tell how deeply you cared for each other. She always talked about your wonderful, colorful personality and your tender heart, and I was glad I got a chance to see it first hand. You truly enjoyed life and brought joy to those who were fortunate enough to know you.
May you rest in peace. Paula- Sue Seminara sister.
and not many people can say that. May you rest in peace.
Art, I am so fortunate to have known you. there are few people who can make their mark in this world the way you did. You made every minute count. your enthusiasam for life and love will stay with me forever. thank-you Art. my love goes with you," Honey"
I have very fond memories of sitting on Art's lap as a 2 and 3 year old in Aliso Village, LA. Ca. At the time I had a special crush on him because he was so caring and funny. When he would visit his sister in the village, she would make fresh tortillas and he would always manage to 'slip' me one. The Gaddie family loved (and still do) him dearly.
The next time in L.A. I was planning on visiting him to see if he would remember me from 'way back then'.
So sorry that can not happen now.
My condolences to all of his family, he will be remembered with love.
Art Aragon "The Golden Boy" A Great Fighter From A Great Era, Would Have Been A Champion Today.
Rest In Peace "Golden Boy".
The deepest of sympathy from our family to your. I fondly remember my dad introducing my brother and my self to Mr. Aragon when we were young. They fought on 12/2/1949. Respectfully The Escobar
I MET ART IN THE EARLY SIXTIES AT HIS DOWNTOWN BAILBONDS OFFICE. WENT TO BAIL OUT A FRIEND. HE WAS FUNNY AND JOYFUL. TOOK A LIKING TO HIM RIGHT AWAY. GOD BLESS YOU ART.
TONY F MERAS
I was so sorry to hear of your loss. The thoughts of many are with you at this time of sorrow.
Remembering as a little girl, my Daddy loved boxing and he would talk about Art Aragon, 'The Golden Boy'. Little did I know when I grew up, I would meet Georgian, who later introduced me to the 'colorful' character! I know, Georgian, you adored him. Time for your Dad to rest. May the good memories comfort you and your family in this time of sorrow. You are in my thoughts.
Ah , The warriors of the ring in the great days of boxing . They fought often and they fought hard . Thanks for all you've done .
I'm sorry to say that I have never heard of Mr. Aragon, but I'm sure if my father were alive he would no of his record. I would like to offer my sympathy to his family.