Concetta E Palmisano

Concetta E. Palmisano, 95, of Abington, passed away on July 30, 2025. Beloved wife of her late husband, Anthony Palmisano of 61 years. She is survived by her son and wife David Palmisano and Abigail Palmisano; her grandsons and families, grandson Jonathan, his wife Kae Lani Palmisano, and her great granddaughter Eureka Palmisano; and her grandson Michael Palmisano, his wife Theresa Palmisano, and her great granddaughters Aline, Rogan, and Madeleine Palmisano.; and her siblings: Michael Germano, and Ann Louise Chadwick. She was predeceased by her siblings: Joseph Germano, Samuel Germano, Mary Bostian, Nancy Germano, and Paul Germano. Connie was born in Easton and was the daughter of her late mother Nancy (Padula) and father, Santo Germano.

She grew up in Easton and graduated from Easton Area High School. She remained in Easton and worked as a phone operator for Bell Telephone for 15 years. She took pride in her work and was happy to assist callers as well as being an interpreter as the only operator who could speak fluid Italian in a city that had many Italian immigrants.

After meeting and marrying her husband, Anthony, in Easton, she worked for over 25 years for PNC Bank. She started working part-time as a teller and was quick to learn everything about branch banking and was one of the first to learn the new computer system in the branch. She quickly became a head teller and spent most of her career as a Bank Manager as well as being a loan officer. She loved people and helped many customers with difficult financing issues to help them secure the loans they needed.

As her son, I was truly blessed to learn at an early age that love is not an abstract idea that you see only on special occasions, but it was present in all of the small daily things many people take for granted. It was being 6 years old and taking the time to walk hand in hand to 7 eleven to get a Slurpee or going to sit at the soda counter at Woolworth's to get a hot dog. Even the walk was an adventure as she taught me to notice the bright blue sky and the billowy clouds or the sunflowers along the way. I still remember these very simple events after all these years because I knew she was there with me.

She was the mother who not only taught me how to ride a bike, but she rode with me. During the summer, she became the Pied piper of all my 6 year old friends as she rode with all of us. Then we would all go in for homemade cookies or freshly popped popcorn.

If there is a pattern to her story, it is also that my mom loved to cook, and she expressed her love for everyone through her joy for cooking. There was nothing like her making a 12 lb turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, fresh baked rolls, green beans, salad, and a fresh baked apple pie on a random Wednesday night in August because we hadn't had turkey for a while. Keep in mind that I am an only child, and this meal was just for my dad, mom, and me.

Over the past thirty years, my mom has been part of my life, as well as a wonderful grandmother to my sons, Michael and Jonathan. We all spent many Sunday dinners together, and Michael and Jonathan stayed overnight at grandma's house many Saturday nights and went to church on Sunday morning. I was so grateful that they got to share in my mother's love the way I did as a child. Part of her legacy is the love she had for me and my wife, my sons, and the same love that I see my sons now sharing with their daughters and my wonderful daughters-in-law.

When I think back to the only time I was ever really embarrassed by my mom it was at Thanksgiving at the age of 10 with her fixing my plate with all of my aunts and uncles sitting there. It isn't until she was still doing this on Thanksgiving in front of my sons and their friends when I was 45 years old, do you realize that a parent's love is in all of the small things and you should never be embarrassed by it. Whenever and wherever I see my sons, I am never embarrassed to hug them in public. There is nothing like hugging your son Michael who also happens to be the minister after he just preached on Sunday morning or getting off the train in center city for a hug with Jonathan as we meet for lunch. There are many things that I will miss about my life without my mom, but my love for her is not gone. I feel it all the time, but I will truly deeply miss her loving hug.

Connie loved her family and friends very much, and they loved her very much too.

A luncheon will be held immediately after the service in the church fellowship hall.

Fleeting hands of time

May be briefly grasped, but love

Is held forever.