In the early years of our marriage, we lived in an apartment in Carteret. It was very common for us to spend our Saturday nights at Aunt Priscilla and Uncle Tony’s home in Port Reading. It didn’t matter who was home, we just enjoyed each others company.
On one Saturday night, we had an unexpected difficulty. Continue reading
Anthony Ragucci Sr. passed away on Feb 28th, 2011. The following are words said by his son Ronny at the Funeral Mass:
Through the years we learn of great men. Some are skilled carpenters, plumbers, roofers, electricans and masons. Others can build entire homes from the foundation up. Some men train to be auto mechanics, fix appliances and repair televisions. Others have minds capable of teaching themselves computer programming. Continue reading
Anthony Ragucci Sr. passed away on Feb 28th, 2011. The following are words said by his daughter Linda at the Funeral Mass:
First I have to say that I rewrote this at least 5 times. Father, I don’t know how you do this every week.
I want to say the best things about Dad, but there is too much to say and difficult to keep it short, but I will. Dad was a do it all man. Continue reading
(Recollections of Joe Ragucci – recorded 1/10/2005 by Joe Ragucci)
Uncle Tony and Aunt Priscilla’s cellar was the gathering place for several teenagers. In particular, Tony Jr., Joe, Linda, Frank Cundari, and Billy Capik. Among other things we used to listen to and sing to popular music of the time.
In the summer of 1965, Uncle Tony decided to help us build a float for the Halloween Parade in Woodbridge. Continue reading
When Tony was young, his brother, Dominic and some others were playing with a big empty box. They decided to put young Tony in the box and bring it up on the porch. They then pushed the box off the porch with Tony inside to see if he would bounce when he hit the grown. Obviously, they were wrong and instead of bouncing, Tony got a broken arm.