Frank J. Albachiaro

Papa - break out the metaxa Grandpa Laino is on his way to play boss & soto and mora. It must be like the "club" up there. Watch over those of us left here - and make sure we get a good table!!

just a note dad to let you know your birthday was not forgotten.
miss you, keep us doing the right things.....

Bad news daddy - your sister Carm Died Feb 11th - but you already know that don't you. Thought I'd add this little note of inspiration for anyone checking the book -

Today I feel like a carrot.

Which one are you??? CARROT....EGG.....or COFFEE ???

A certain daughter complained to her father about her life and how things have been so hard for her. She did not know & was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed that just as one problem was solved another...

Hey Dad,
Just thought I would drop you a note,guess you found a pro up there
birdied #1 last week into the wind..
thanks I needed it. Sure am trying to do certian things but it is getting tough, business is soft builders not getting houses out of the ground ect... I have been ok trying to do the right things, sometimes my employees make that real difficult. I had a situation with one that has caused me to be thinking about why I am doing what I do. In fact I have Nick working...

My sincere condolences. Frank was not only my boss when I started at the Sun-Times he was also one of my mentors. He will be missed.

NEWS OBITUARY
Frank Albachiaro, 76, Sun-Times executive

October 10, 2001

BY BRENDA WARNER ROTZOLL STAFF REPORTER

Responsibility came early to Frank Albachiaro. He was 7 when his father died in 1933, just 9 when he started driving the delivery truck for his family's home-based ice cream store while his older brother lugged around the heavy ice cream containers.

The skills he learned in the ice cream business helped him rise through the...

Me again....
So, why do you think I have received books on spirituality, and bible scriptures from Johova's Witnesses in the mail since I returned home? I talked with Susan about it and we laughed. I know I asked if you were listening but that is a bit strange the mail I am receieving. Also dad if I can ask a favor can you help with my putting, 3 attemps at birdie last weekend looked for help and missed them all. So while you are up there playing cards and betting on the horses..... see...

For My beloved Uncle,

I always knew you were a kind, beautiful man...I only wish I had known of all the many things you had done in and for the world before you were gone. Working for your family, earning a Purple Heart, your long history with the Sun-times...I never learned of these things from you...but it's not surprising knowing the kind of man that you were...one of love. You knew it was the most important thing in life and you shared yours so very freely. Recollections of...

This may be the first entry I have in your book Dad, I am sure this may become a regular thing for me.
It is hard to think you are gone, that I will never hear you say..."My Son My Son" again. I have always feared this day, for I like you taught me have always tried to be strong. But strength no longer is an option, I am driven by emotion always have been, you used to tell me it could be my downfall.
I believe you were right, for the pain and grief I feel is paralyzing.
For...