Piccinino

Ah, My moms voice left on our answering machine.

Read the story of Nicolo Piccinino @ Piccinino’s the Artisans

My Fathers’, Father and Mother were Rocco and Palma (DeSipio) Piccinino. I believe Rocco worked for the city of Philadelphia as a supervisor for road construction. He was originally from Ortona a Mare, Chieti, Italy (Abruzzo).

A few of his siblings were I believe:
Angelo, Dominique, Frank and Justinia

Palma DeSipio , was from Castellammare di Stabia, off the Sorrento Coast (Naples). When my dad was 3 or 4 his mom went back there for a few years with 2 other siblings. His only remembrance that he told me was that he was not allowed to play where they made cheese.

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Rpiccinino@cox.net

Some nice things people said about my dad:

“He was one of kindest gentlemen she ever knew and I will miss him.” Condolences from west coast side of the Piccinino Family.
God Bless you and your Family.

Love, Palma Piccinino and Fritz Ruben

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I am so sorry to hear about your dad. Among about 1,000,000 other things, I’ll always remember Uncle Guido telling me not to mix whiskey with soda because the bubbles will make the alcohol rise to your brain. He told me always to drink the whiskey with water and not soda!
To this day, I never mix soda with whiskey!

Tony Forlano

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Dear Friends, I just want to take a moment and tell each of you about a special man, my father-in-law, Guido Piccinino. From the moment I met him, he always made me feel like I was part of the Piccinino Family. Without any hesitation, I can honestly say he was the kindest, gentlest man I have ever had the privilege of knowing. You see, Rick and I found out this morning
that he passed on around 5:00 a.m. He will now be with Millie his wife of 60 years. He loved music, art and people. He ran his own store until he was 76, and everyone loved to get special meats cut by Joe, not sure why they called him Joe. He would have special candies for his grandchildren at the house. It seemed like everyone gathered at Guido’s house, and you were
never there without foods of all kinds and wines, too. He wanted everyone to love life to it’s fullest. If there were more Guido’s in this world, we would definitely have a kinder and gentler place for all generations to come. So, if you drink a glass of wine, beer or even soda tonight. . . . .
Hold it up and say, “Guido, you are now at peace and you will be forever in our thoughts.

Love, Mary Sue

P.S. I told Rick that as long as he is
around there will always be part of dad with us. . . . you see they are like two peas in a pod.

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When I think of your Dad, I’m reminded of the lead character/theme of “It’s a Wonderful Life” in that, He always had some humility about his accomplishments in life, also never thinking that the little things that he did on a daily basis for years for whoever he was around, at the time, added up to an awful lot of Good Karma… and well deserved, speaking as a former recipiant of his basic, solid support while tormenting Him with Our rock n’ roll dreams.

God Bless Him.
Michael McDevitt