This year for halloween she said
"Hey You! Why the face?"
"cus you're a disgrace"
In honor of this years round of ghouls and harlots. Happy halloween boys and bitchez
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My beloved Grandpa
March 1932-October 2013
John Anthony Mangialetto, Sr, 81, entered his eternal rest on October 1, 2013 in Miami, Florida. He was born March 28, 1932, in Hazleton, PA, the youngest of 8 children, to Leonardo and Rosina (Alban) Mangialetto, originally of Monte Calvo, Italy.
John, his wife Carol and their 3 children settled in Miami in 1976, after residing in Hazleton, Pa, Atlanta GA, Key West, FL and Maryville, TN. John moved to Miami to fill the position of Director of the Miami International Flight Service Station, Federal Aviation Administration. John was a graduate of Hazleton High School, in PA, before training and serving as a Naval Aviation Specialist in the Korean War. Before beginning his career in the FAA, John owned a meat and poultry market and later was employed by The United States Postal Service in Hazleton, PA and Atlanta, GA. He earned many various degrees, throughout his career in the FAA, by means of continued training and education. During this time, John also earned his Commercial Pilot's License for his personal enjoyment. In 1993, after 25 years of service, John retired from the FAA to spend time with his beloved family and enjoy his love of fine food, wine and sausage making and vegetable gardening. John was a member of The Fraternity of Free and Accepted Masons. He was Past Master of The James Carnell Lodge #223, District Instructor and Deputy Grand Master of Masonic District #28, and a member of the Oleeta Lodge #145. He was also a member of the Scottish Rite of Freemasonry, Miami. John was a member of Saint Louis Catholic Church, since his 1976 arrival in Florida.
Surviving him are his wife of 56 years, the former Carol Sando, their sons, John Jr., his children, Alexa, Nicole and John III of Miami, Mark, his children, Danielle and Nicolas of West Palm Beach, FL, and their daughter, Angela Mangialetto Caplin, her husband Todd Caplin, and their son Jett, of Miami.
He is also survived by sisters, Carmella MacNeal of Palm Coast, FL and Dorothy Fendrick of Hazleton, PA. He is predeceased by siblings Daniel Mangialetto, Mary Minneci, Florence Broyan-Bentz, Angelo Mangialetto and Leonard Mangialetto. He is survived by numerous beloved nieces, nephews and in-laws. John, a.k.a. "Pop Pop", is greatly loved and will be sorely missed by his family and friends.
A Funeral Mass will be held at Our Lady of Grace Catholic Church, where John and Carol were married in 1957. Funeral Services will be held at The Moran Funeral Home in Hazleton, PA. The exact dates are pending completion of arrangements.
-written by Angela Mangialetto Caplin
My Dad, John Anthnony Mangialetto, Sr., a.k.a. Joey, Gisepp, Mangialet, Dad, Daddy, Pop Pop, Pop, Uncle Joey, Sweetie and simply John, was loved by all who knew him.
He was and is, fiercely loved by his family, which makes perfect sense, because he loved his family more than anything in this world. My Dad always put his family first, even if that meant working 2 or 3 jobs at a time. I was always fascinated by my Dad’s stories of the many jobs he held in his lifetime. I interviewed him once and used several sheets of a legal pad to get all the details down. He sold eggs as a kid, and his eyes twinkled when he told me how he glued feathers on store bought eggs so they would appear to be “Farm Fresh!”…He worked in a cement factory, for a railroad yard, sold sewing machines to little old ladies, using his unmistakable charisma and charm to make a sale.… He was a bartender, a butcher and market owner, a mailman and retired after heading the largest Flight Service Station in the World after 25 years, just to name a few of many…. My friends have a joke whenever we talk about jobs my Dad has held. They always say ‘he was a butcher, a baker and a candlestick maker.’ I’m not sure about candlesticks, but we could certainly substitute sausage or wine maker!....
My Dad was one of the smartest people I have ever met. He was a radar engineer in the Navy and got his Commercial Pilot’s license just for fun! He could fix anything and always had the tools to do it. He loved his computer, and would build his own hard drives because he enjoyed the challenge. Until the day he died, he was still filling his own ink cartridges because that’s just how he liked to do it. He was such a hard worker and yet still very much a family man.
My parents didn’t have a yard man until the last few years. My dad loved being outside in the yard, mowing and trimming, planting pumpkin flowers for us to fry and eat and tending to his Japanese tomato ring. The same one that we all teased him about. He sweetly and patiently taught Jett and Johnny how to grow tomatoes in that ring though! He was so proud when they harvested and ate them! Dad instilled his work ethic into his children and grandchildren, and that is just one of the many gifts he gave us and for which I am so grateful.
When John, Mark and I were young, we didn’t always get to see our Dad a lot because he was working shift work and sometimes more than one job. ..Occasionally he even slept! But, the time we did spend with him was precious. We had “Sunday gravy” and pasta dinner every Sunday, with whatever extended family was around. Going to the Hickory House or for Pizza was a big treat. Raking leaves in the backyard and jumping into them, making tubs full of sausage or the time he had me stomp the grapes with my bare feet for his latest batch of wine…simple things, just being together, are the times that stand out the most, in my memory.
Occasionally, we would go places like Stone Mountain, or on the Conch train tour or to the beach when our out-of-town family came to visit us, in whatever city the FAA moved us to at the moment. Sometimes I wondered why my family didn’t go to places like Six Flags, The Grand Canyon and Disney world on vacation, like other families. Every summer we loaded up the Corvere (I got the back seat floor with our dog Pepe by the way) or our station wagon, once we hit the “Big time,” and drove straight through to Hazleton for OUR family vacation.
Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED going to Hazleton, we all did, and as I got older, I realized that it was my Father’s sense of Family, that dictated our annual summer vacations.
Most of our Family is here in Hazleton, and he and my Mom never wanted us to lose touch and the closeness we had with our family here. I am so grateful to both of my parents for that gift. I have continued the annual tradition with my husband Todd and our son, Jett, and my brothers, nieces and nephews come to Hazleton as often as they can, also. We all love it here. It’s like coming home.
It only seems fitting that we would end up here, in Hazleton for my Dad’s funeral. As hard as it was to make the arrangements and to get him and all of us here for this day, I am actually comforted by the fact that we’re here…together… with our family and friends…in Hazleton. And yes, we are just a little bit excited about the Senape’s pizza here too. My Dad loved good food, and he loved to take us all to Senape’s, with the sticky table cloths and the Senape’s “ambience”. He would order birch beer for the kids and regular beer for the grown-ups, and of course, all the pizza we could eat and then some!... So, in his honor we will definitely be visiting Senape’s a few times, for Pizza, before we fly back to Florida. Good food, good wine and good hosting were all great loves of my Dad’s, and he has definitely passed that gift on to all of us. We toasted, together with him, in his hospital room until the very end... He licked his lips and smiled, as sick as he was, and we laughed and joked and celebrated his life…as he always wanted it. I have a new appreciation for Anisette, and will never see, smell, or taste it again, without thinking of my Dad and smiling and toasting him.
I will always treasure that last one, and think of his generosity and his joy in giving to the ones he loved so much, when I look at it.