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Angelo  Arcidiacono
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1938 - 2016
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My Dad

I’m Alicia, Angelo’s daughter.  I am the third and last child my mom and he had.  I know he secretly wished for a boy, and I often joke he got his wish as he taught me how to fish, shoot a gun, and catch snakes.   I recall our weekly excursions to the Farmer’s Market and one particular time when I was ten.  He bumped into an old friend who asked, “Is that your grandson?”  I accepted my woe-begotten haircut and later told my Dad, “Don’t worry, you don’t look that old!”

Sometimes, the mark of an artist is a fire within.  My Dad was fiery and often difficult to get along with.  I remember often wandering into his woodworking basement and enthusiastically watching him use his burning tool to etch meticulously detailed feathers into his duck carvings.  It was mesmerizing and beautiful to see blocks of wood transform into life-like carvings of wood ducks, pintails, mallards, and canvasbacks, birds I would eventually study when I grew up, little did I know then.

My Dad raised me with a respect and reverence for nature and the outdoors.  His solution in life was to take a trip to the river and “blow the stink off of you.”  I’d like to believe this is always the solution in life.

One of my favorite memories was “blowing the stink off of us” and collecting mussels at the Delaware River, before it was so polluted, and spending the day being father and daughter mussel hunting.  At the end of the day, we’d take our bounty home and cook them with homemade red sauce.  I remember those carefree days sitting “sidekick” style in the same Lazy-Boy with him as we devoured our catch.

I will miss him dearly and carry his love of nature and his wild spirit with me.

 

Posted by Alicia Arcidiacono
Wednesday September 14, 2016 at 12:00 pm
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