December 17, 1936 – June 6, 2020
Louis Michael Amoia, 83, long time resident of Clinton and later Old Saybrook, died peacefully on June 6th, 2020 from complications of Covid 19. He was born on December 13, 1937 to Ralph and Philomena Amoia on Staten Island, NY, the youngest of three children. His brother Vincent and his sister Virginia Sterlacci predeceased him. He is survived by his two daughters and their husbands, Karen and Michael Milano of Killingworth, and Susan and Ken Corbin of Pomfret. He leaves three grandchildren, Kristen and Michael James Milano, Shelby Corbin along with several nieces and nephews. After graduating from McKee High School on Staten Island in 1951, Louis joined the Air Force and was stationed at Seymour Johnson Air Force Base in Goldsboro, North Carolina. As a leading draftsman there, he helped design the expansion of the base which at the time served as one of the nation's Strategic Air Command locations. Returning to Staten Island he attended what was then Richmond College, married, and began a long career at Proctor and Gamble at Port Ivory. When Louis moved to Clinton, Connecticut, he continued in the same field of work at the Cheeseborough Ponds manufacturing site in Clinton. Lou was a founding member of the Staten Island Modeleers, and had a life-long love for boating. He actually built a snipe from a kit on his property on Staten Island. Neighborhood boys were happy to lend a hand in the project. After owning two sail boats, Lou bought a cabin cruiser which he enjoyed living on for years in Clinton Harbor. Friends remember many good times aboard Louie the 14th. He circumnavigated both Manhattan and Staten Island numerous times entertaining and sometimes scaring both family and friends. Lou will be missed by family and friends. A memorial gathering will be planned for a safer time in the future. The Family would like to extend a Thank you to the staff at Apple Rehab Old Saybrook for their care and commaradarie during his last years. Memorial contributions in his name can be made to The Wounded Warrior Project.
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June 9, 2020
June 9, 2020
Scott - Thank you so much for this lovely tribute to your friendship with my father in his last years. I am his daughter, Karen, and I can't tell you how comforting it is to read these good times and friendships he was able to build during his time at Apple rehab. I was proud of him for forging a life for himself there, and also grateful to all those who worked there and visited, who made his life enjoyable in circumstances some would not thrive in.
June 8, 2020
I first met Lou in the lobby of Apple Rehab soon after my Mother arrived there in early 2017. He spent a good part of his day in the comfy chairs commiserating with an assortment of residents and passers-by, always quick with a joke or story, keeping the good vibe going for himself and everyone in his circle.
My mom was well known at Apple: she went to the main dining/activity room every day in the morning and never left till bedtime, and she played cards all day. She was like a magnet for other residents, and Lou’s long walks brought us into regular contact. Eventually he came every night to watch us play double or triple solitaire, never playing—watching the cards and figuring out the odds—and helping my mom if she missed a play. Donald, Martha and Teresa welcomed Lou with open hearts—and as long as nobody brought up Trump, we all got along!
Lou and I shared a special relationship. I listened to all of his stories (several times!) and gave him encouragement—and he told me the tales of his life: Proctor & Gamble, his military service, friends and family. He trusted me. One night he came to the big room with a bottle of whiskey hidden in his shirt. He wanted to be alone, so we snuck into an empty room, sat on the bed together and shared and toasted our friendship. We cried a bit.
When I turned him onto drones our friendship really “took off”! Little did I know he was an old RC expert, and before long we were flying kids drones in the main room after it cleared out! Oh my, we had a fantastic time. He was filled with joy while we were playing together, and worked for hours perfecting the technique. He figured out that an errant radio frequency was making our drones crash, and his goal was to make adjustments until the drone would hover perfectly without moving. As I think back to that, I am laughing! Once his brain focused in on something, he kept at it until he figured it out.
He faded a bit after his bout with pneumonia last year, but when I last saw hi
June 8, 2020
I’ll always remember how excited Lou was over the birth of his daughters He was so proud of them. Rest In Peace