Dominick A. Taddonio

om and I were members of the Military Order of the World Wars. I was the editor for the Detroit Chapter newsletter. Dom, Col. Marston and I would meet at Doms house to go over stories. After getting business out of the way, the three of us enjoyed a memorable fellowship. Doms wife once remarked, given our enthusiasm, we sounded like a group of young boys even though I was the youngster, born in 1947, of the Vietnam Era as opposed to the two WWII vets. If memory serves, Dom said he played...

Dominick was such a great influence on my life and a great friend and colleague for 49 years. Our home in Windcliff is the result of visiting him there. I was grateful to have seen him at the 50th xcountry reunion. He will certainly be remembered by the Clark family.

Coach Taddonio was my cross country coach for 4 years at the University of Detroit. During the turbulent 60's, he instilled in me the values of integrity and hard work. I never met a finer man and will always remember Coach Taddonio.

Sr. Anita I'm so sorry to hear about your father I know the love you had for him. And you telling me all the wonderful times you had with your family. It was my joy to be able to meet them and be welcome in heir home. God's blessings to you and your family. I'm thankful you still have most of your family left as mine are all gone now. You are in my prayer every day. May God bless you always

My deepest sympathies to the Taddonio family. Although I never met Mr. Taddonio, I have known his son Paul for many years and have met some of his other children. I'm quite certain that he along with his wife instilled the great qualities I have come to know in Paul. Rest assured that in this time of loss, Mr. Taddonio and his legacy will live on through each of you.

May God bless you and your family in this time of sorrow.

Helen and Chuck, so sorry to read about your father's death. He sounds like he was a wonderful man.

When I was a kid every summer we would load up the "magic van" and head west to Estes Park to visit Grandma and Grandpa. They lived up a steep mountain pass in a home overlooking Rocky Mountain National Park and the YMCA of the Rockies. Every morning Grandma would wake up early to make us homemade cinnamon spice donuts, always slightly burnt which I think made them more charming, while Grandpa helped us scout out the best hiking trail for the day. In the afternoon we would gather on the...

When I was a kid every summer we would load up the "magic van" and head west to Estes Park to visit Grandma and Grandpa. They lived up a steep mountain pass in a home overlooking Rocky Mountain National Park and the YMCA of the Rockies. Every morning Grandma would wake up early to make us homemade cinnamon spice donuts, always slightly burnt which I think made them more charming, while Grandpa helped us scout out the best hiking trail for the day. In the afternoon we would gather on the...