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Services
Friends may visit with the family from 4 - 7 PM on Tuesday, September 6, 2016 at the Vander May Wayne Colonial Funeral Home, 567 Ratzer Road, Wayne.
Funeral services will be held 8:15 AM on Wednesday, September 7, 2016 from the funeral home then to Saint Marys RC Church, 17 Pompton Ave., Pompton Lakes where a 9:30 AM Funeral Mass will be offered.
(Vecchione) age 87 of Pequannock passed Wednesday, August 31, 2016.
She was born in the family home in Garfield to Anthony and Lena Vecchione. The family moved to First Street in Lodi where Rose spent her formative years. She graduated from Lodi High School with the Class of 1947.
During her high school years she worked as a trimmer for Duco’s Dress Shop in Lodi. After high school she worked in the offices of Liberty Fast Freight in Lodi and later the Charles Fields Plastics Company on Garibaldi Avenue in Lodi.
Rose met a cute boy named Emil Zangrilli through family friends. When he first set eyes on Rose she was wearing a large coat that went all the way to her ankles. She was petite but initially thought Emil was too skinny to entertain as a suitor. Emil took her on a first date to Wagners Farms on Passaic Street in Paterson. He bought her a soda and he ordered a large buttermilk as that is what he saw his fellow employees drinking all the time. Well Emil gagged on his first sip and Rose enjoyed her soda. His attempt to woo her was unsuccessful.
Nevertheless they soon fell in love and married just six months after meeting. They married on September 25, 1948. After the wedding they had a reception at Johnny’s Tavern in Passaic. Their reception was considered a “football” Wedding where if you wanted a sandwich you yelled “ham sandwich” and they would put a slice of ham and a slice of cheese on a large roll and toss it across the room to you. Emil and Rose’s honeymoon was a trip through New England. They drove to Emil’s mom’s trailer home in Pawtucket, Rhode Island.
Rose and Emil had an unwritten rule that he would make any large decisions and she would make all the small ones. According to Emil he never got a chance to make a large decision as nothing big ever came up.
A big family was next on the horizon. After her first son Richard “Ricky” was born Rose dedicated her life to raising her family. She would be blessed with a daughter Linda, a son Mark, and twin daughters Kim and Karen.
Sentiments from Rose’s children:
Standing 4 foot 11 inches and weighing in at best 100 pounds, my mom was a giant to some. Her teeny stature was a joke from God saying good things come in small packages and little girls rule. (sorry, mom, for the shameless plug). We would often joke that grandma was the same height as their youngest grandchild. Poppy always said that she stood 4 foot tall but when she opened her mouth she was more like 7 feet…and those that knew her know she was large and in charge right to the very end.
She was the CEO of the household and ran it like a well-oiled machine. She meticulously cared for the inside of the house and maintained cleanliness at all times. Housework was her job seven days per week and she never missed a day of work in just shy of 88 years.
Her meticulous record keeping could put the most experienced accountant to shame. She was as sharp as a tack and an amazing historian. I called her house countless times to be told by dad that “mother was doing paperwork.” I would often joke that she was running a business on the side that no one knew about.
She was married to my dad her whole life it seemed. They were two peas in one pod. She explained that when it came to marriage she dated my dad and this guy Cosmo. I think daddy won by default, as Grandma Vecchione liked him but thought he was a little too skinny. It was a simple story that was rare in this day and age. Her death just preceded their 68th wedding anniversary on September 25.
Mom kept dad in order and trained him in the ways of husbandry. This, she should have taught classes on. She never, ever liked when Pop would say their marriage “was supposed to be a temporary thing”…or that he “wasn’t sure if it was going to work out yet…” One time he actually crossed over the line and called it a “fling” and she found this filthy. She had a quick response for every one of his one liners.
She was the boss of all things big and small. She managed to raise five kids. Mom sacrificed a career to raise us full time. She ruled with an iron fist and we knew better than to misbehave. She ingrained in us good values of compassion, kindness and hard work. Mom would never, ever accept anything but our best.
Honesty was probably one of her most notable traits. Pop always joked that “if I robbed a bank, Rosie would call the cops.” This, I believe was no exaggeration. She always told it like it was – good or bad...you’d hear it loud and clear. And, this, made a very traditional old lady really quite contemporary.
Roey was a caretaker. She was the ultimate matriarch. She was the first on the scene of a 9-1-1 and cared for five children and nine grandchildren with what seemed like ease. Taking care of my father was different - as we all know how “difficult” he can be.
Three daughters and four granddaughters will now take on the job of this feisty little lady. Cecelia is the only one that I know who can take this on single-handedly.
Her deaf whisper, innocent nature, and insane medical knowledge will remain the butt of many jokes and stories for years to come. Mom and Linda shared a bond by practicing medicine without a license.
She remained large and in charge until the bitter end. I’m sure she’s one of the CEO’s up in Heaven maintaining order and wellness. And probably diagnosing and dispensing medical advice while simultaneously administering first aid care.
She is at last with my brother Mark (her second favorite only to me). She is scolding Uncle Johnny for his cigarette smoking and not backing down to the banter with Uncle Eddie. She is reunited with her parents and siblings. And her weary little body is now at rest. Her gigantic heart lives on and cannot be forgotten.
Rest easy mom…thank you for all you’ve done…until we meet again.
Rose was the loving and devoted wife of 68 years to Emil Zangrilli; cherished mother of Richard “Ricky” Zangrilli of Pequannock, Linda Spinella and her husband Charlie of Wayne, the late Mark Zangrilli (September 11, 2001) and his surviving wife Jill of Pompton Plains, Kim Colvin and her husband Mark of Pompton Plains and Karen DeRosa of Pinebrook. Rose was the cherished grandmother of Lynette, Lauren, Joseph, Alexander, Nicholas, Michael, Mia, Mark Emil, and Cecelia.
Those inclined to make a memorial donation are asked to consider a trust fund being established for Rose’s son Ricky. Please make donations to Emil Zangrill, and mail to Vander May Funeral Home, 567 Ratzer Road, Wayne, NJ 07470.
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Friends may visit with the family from 4 - 7 PM on Tuesday, September 6, 2016 at the Vander May Wayne Colonial Funeral Home, 567 Ratzer Road, Wayne.
Funeral services will be held 8:15 AM on Wednesday, September 7, 2016 from the funeral home then to Saint Marys RC Church, 17 Pompton Ave., Pompton Lakes where a 9:30 AM Funeral Mass will be offered.
Services
Friends may visit with the family from 4 - 7 PM on Tuesday, September 6, 2016 at the Vander May Wayne Colonial Funeral Home, 567 Ratzer Road, Wayne.
Funeral services will be held 8:15 AM on Wednesday, September 7, 2016 from the funeral home then to Saint Marys RC Church, 17 Pompton Ave., Pompton Lakes where a 9:30 AM Funeral Mass will be offered.
(Vecchione) age 87 of Pequannock passed Wednesday, August 31, 2016.
She was born in the family home in Garfield to Anthony and Lena Vecchione. The family moved to First Street in Lodi where Rose spent her formative years. She graduated from Lodi High School with the Class of 1947.
During her high school years she worked as a trimmer for Duco’s Dress Shop in Lodi. After high school she worked in the offices of Liberty Fast Freight in Lodi and later the Charles Fields Plastics Company on Garibaldi Avenue in Lodi.
Rose met a cute boy named Emil Zangrilli through family friends. When he first set eyes on Rose she was wearing a large coat that went all the way to her ankles. She was petite but initially thought Emil was too skinny to entertain as a suitor. Emil took her on a first date to Wagners Farms on Passaic Street in Paterson. He bought her a soda and he ordered a large buttermilk as that is what he saw his fellow employees drinking all the time. Well Emil gagged on his first sip and Rose enjoyed her soda. His attempt to woo her was unsuccessful.
Nevertheless they soon fell in love and married just six months after meeting. They married on September 25, 1948. After the wedding they had a reception at Johnny’s Tavern in Passaic. Their reception was considered a “football” Wedding where if you wanted a sandwich you yelled “ham sandwich” and they would put a slice of ham and a slice of cheese on a large roll and toss it across the room to you. Emil and Rose’s honeymoon was a trip through New England. They drove to Emil’s mom’s trailer home in Pawtucket, Rhode Island.
Rose and Emil had an unwritten rule that he would make any large decisions and she would make all the small ones. According to Emil he never got a chance to make a large decision as nothing big ever came up.
A big family was next on the horizon. After her first son Richard “Ricky” was born Rose dedicated her life to raising her family. She would be blessed with a daughter Linda, a son Mark, and twin daughters Kim and Karen.
Sentiments from Rose’s children:
Standing 4 foot 11 inches and weighing in at best 100 pounds, my mom was a giant to some. Her teeny stature was a joke from God saying good things come in small packages and little girls rule. (sorry, mom, for the shameless plug). We would often joke that grandma was the same height as their youngest grandchild. Poppy always said that she stood 4 foot tall but when she opened her mouth she was more like 7 feet…and those that knew her know she was large and in charge right to the very end.
She was the CEO of the household and ran it like a well-oiled machine. She meticulously cared for the inside of the house and maintained cleanliness at all times. Housework was her job seven days per week and she never missed a day of work in just shy of 88 years.
Her meticulous record keeping could put the most experienced accountant to shame. She was as sharp as a tack and an amazing historian. I called her house countless times to be told by dad that “mother was doing paperwork.” I would often joke that she was running a business on the side that no one knew about.
She was married to my dad her whole life it seemed. They were two peas in one pod. She explained that when it came to marriage she dated my dad and this guy Cosmo. I think daddy won by default, as Grandma Vecchione liked him but thought he was a little too skinny. It was a simple story that was rare in this day and age. Her death just preceded their 68th wedding anniversary on September 25.
Mom kept dad in order and trained him in the ways of husbandry. This, she should have taught classes on. She never, ever liked when Pop would say their marriage “was supposed to be a temporary thing”…or that he “wasn’t sure if it was going to work out yet…” One time he actually crossed over the line and called it a “fling” and she found this filthy. She had a quick response for every one of his one liners.
She was the boss of all things big and small. She managed to raise five kids. Mom sacrificed a career to raise us full time. She ruled with an iron fist and we knew better than to misbehave. She ingrained in us good values of compassion, kindness and hard work. Mom would never, ever accept anything but our best.
Honesty was probably one of her most notable traits. Pop always joked that “if I robbed a bank, Rosie would call the cops.” This, I believe was no exaggeration. She always told it like it was – good or bad...you’d hear it loud and clear. And, this, made a very traditional old lady really quite contemporary.
Roey was a caretaker. She was the ultimate matriarch. She was the first on the scene of a 9-1-1 and cared for five children and nine grandchildren with what seemed like ease. Taking care of my father was different - as we all know how “difficult” he can be.
Three daughters and four granddaughters will now take on the job of this feisty little lady. Cecelia is the only one that I know who can take this on single-handedly.
Her deaf whisper, innocent nature, and insane medical knowledge will remain the butt of many jokes and stories for years to come. Mom and Linda shared a bond by practicing medicine without a license.
She remained large and in charge until the bitter end. I’m sure she’s one of the CEO’s up in Heaven maintaining order and wellness. And probably diagnosing and dispensing medical advice while simultaneously administering first aid care.
She is at last with my brother Mark (her second favorite only to me). She is scolding Uncle Johnny for his cigarette smoking and not backing down to the banter with Uncle Eddie. She is reunited with her parents and siblings. And her weary little body is now at rest. Her gigantic heart lives on and cannot be forgotten.
Rest easy mom…thank you for all you’ve done…until we meet again.
Rose was the loving and devoted wife of 68 years to Emil Zangrilli; cherished mother of Richard “Ricky” Zangrilli of Pequannock, Linda Spinella and her husband Charlie of Wayne, the late Mark Zangrilli (September 11, 2001) and his surviving wife Jill of Pompton Plains, Kim Colvin and her husband Mark of Pompton Plains and Karen DeRosa of Pinebrook. Rose was the cherished grandmother of Lynette, Lauren, Joseph, Alexander, Nicholas, Michael, Mia, Mark Emil, and Cecelia.
Those inclined to make a memorial donation are asked to consider a trust fund being established for Rose’s son Ricky. Please make donations to Emil Zangrill, and mail to Vander May Funeral Home, 567 Ratzer Road, Wayne, NJ 07470.
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