December 12, 1932 – November 21, 2018
It is with great sorrow that the family of Dr. John Joseph Pecora announces his passing at age 85 on November 21, 2018. John was born in Newark, New Jersey. John was a loving and devoted husband, father, and friend. He had many hobbies in his lifetime which included photography and playing the accordion and classical guitar. His retirement hobby was painting for which he won several awards. His favorite pastimes were helping others in need, cooking, eating Italian food and telling jokes. He is survived by his wife Madeline, children Catherine (Pecora) Rice and husband Michael, Margaret Pecora, Pamela (Pecora) Thornton and husband Rod, his sister Joyce Frost, and grandchildren Timothy, John (JT), Julie, William and Jessica. If you would like to make a donation in lieu of flowers, the family requests sending it to the Charlestown Benevolent Care Fund, 719 Maiden Choice Lane Catonsville, MD 21228.
- Interment Service Friday, December 7, 2018
- Memorial Gathering Saturday, December 8, 2018
- Memorial Mass Saturday, December 8, 2018
December 7, 2018
My deepest sympathy to Aunt Madeline, Margie, Cathy and Pam. May you find comfort in the thoughts and prayers of your family and friends. In reflecting on Uncle John, the phrase "Good Shepherd" comes to mind. His love and devotion to his family were his guiding principles. When my father passed, Uncle John and Aunt Madeline made a point of reaching out to my mother so that she could enjoy their warmth, kindness and company during her own struggle with an unexpected loss. I will always remember Uncle John and Aunt Rosie guiding us through Italy on our legendary family trip in 1985. They protected us from the unscrupulous taxi cab drivers and street vendors, while also sharing their knowledge and love of Italy, its history, food, and culture. May the many fond memories sustain you through this difficult time.
December 2, 2018
Where do I start......I met Dr Pecora May of 2017 when I first started to work for Dr Pecora and Mrs Madeline. And over the course of a year they’ve became like my adopted grandparents. He always gave me advice even when it was hard to hear but needed to. Always there to listen to anything weather it be good or bad. I never got a chance to tell you I followed through with EVERYTHING and doing so much better because of your guidance. I’ll miss him joking calling me boss (even though it was truly him) I’ll miss sitting and eating breakfast and lunch and just talking about everything! I’ll forever keep you and your family in my prayers!
With love and prayers!
November 27, 2018
I remember a visit to Uncle John's house in New Jersey when I was young (elementary school age) very afraid of getting "needles" from a doctor. I overheard the adults talking at the dinner table about Uncle John giving everyone a shot before leaving back to Baltimore. That was all I needed to hear! I ran out of the house went down the street and hid in a phone booth...Uncle John found me and very soft spoken coax me out of my hiding place and then "jabbed" me with the needle! I didn't feel a thing-it happen so fast. Since that time during family get togethers I felt a special connection to Uncle John and felt very safe around him. I will always associate getting "needles" with Uncle John.
My thoughts and prayers to the Pecora family with this great lost
November 26, 2018
Hi Aunt Madeline, Cathy, Margie and Pam - I'm so sorry about the loss of Uncle John. I was glad to know that the timing worked out so well for Mom to be able to visit him and she shared a little hello and love from me before he passed. I have fond memories of spending time with him and you all at your home on holidays (was it Easter we always did there?) and of course at Nana and Doo's on Christmas. Uncle John was always sweet and kind and I will always remember the slide shows of his photography. As a photo enthusiast now I can appreciate the time and care he took to put those together. Wishing you and your families peace at a difficult time, knowing he lived a full and meaningful life. love, dave
November 26, 2018
John is my big brother. I have always adored him. My first memory of John is when I was four years old. John would come home from high school and take me for a ride on his bike through our neighborhood in Newark, NJ. In our neighborhood was the Bond Bread Baking factory. “Please don’t go past the factory. Please don’t go past the factory.” I begged. Whenever John caught wind of that inviting scent of bread baking, we would race home so he could get something to eat thus ending my ride.
John had a storehouse of corney jokes. He told me a joke a night before I went to sleep each night. When he brought Madeline home from Hopkins the first time, I was angry that she could be stealing my brother. Since I had given up my bed for her to sleep in the tiny bedroom I shared with Gerry, he had to tell me five jokes before I would get out of the bed. She did steal my brother, but I grew to love her since John was crazy about her.
Last week as I sat with John at the hospital, we talked about our family and events in our lives. He was at peace with his decision to have Hospice help him cross over. He received the sacraments and we prayed. It wasn’t until late in his adult life that he accepted The Lord in his life.
I love my brother and he loves me. The body gives out, but the love never dies.
November 25, 2018
I remember when uncle John would make personal house calls when we were little and sick. Love your niece Jeanne
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