Rose "Terri" Daddario
August 30, 1926 – October 16, 2019
Rose “Terri” Daddario nee Stafki, 93, of North St. Paul, passed away peacefully with her loving daughter by her side on Wednesday, October 16, 2019.
Terri was a strong advocate and lobbyist for the unborn. She was a former President of Columbian Women, a member of the Women of the Moose, and very passionate about helping others.
She was preceded in death by her husband, Guy; seven brothers; and two sisters. Terri will be missed by her daughter, JoAnne Sisco; granddaughter, Abby Sisco; brother, Jim (Joyce) Stafki; and many nieces, nephews, other family and friends.
Visitation will be Monday, Oct. 28 from 4-7pm at Wulff Funeral Home, 1485 White Bear Ave, St. Paul. Mass of Christian Burial will be Tuesday, Oct. 29 at 12pm with visitation one hour prior at Church of St. Peter’s, 2600 N Margaret St., North St. Paul.
Interment at Calvary Cemetery, St. Paul.
- James Stafki
- Shawn Stafki
- Charlie Stafki
- Doug Kastner
- Eric Sandrock
- Evening Visitation Monday, October 28, 2019
- Visitation Tuesday, October 29, 2019
- Mass of Christian Burial Tuesday, October 29, 2019
- Committal Service Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Rose "Terri" Daddario
November 1, 2019
We have lots of great memories of Aunt Rose (and Uncle Guy). We visited them a couple of times in Sedna, Arizona and enjoyed going out to a small Italian restaurant and the San Xavier Mission with them. We also went to Old Tucson with Aunt Rose! We visited with Aunt Rose at many family get togethers too. Always a good time. We pray for comfort and healing for You, JoAnne and Abby.
Sheldon & Mary (Cookie)
October 27, 2019
Rose came into my life about 1945 when me and Mom (Lorraine) were living in California. Rose moved in with us and babysat me while Mom worked at a factory making war machines, airplanes, etc. She stayed with us off and on, and a year after Dad (Joe) came home from WWII we left for Minnesota in a 1939 Plymouth, Dad bought from Uncle Floyd, and Rose came with us. During a visit with her a couple years back, she told me about those 2,000 miles and she added something to the narrative that she'd wanted to tell me for years.
Me, Dad, Mom, 3-month old sister Barbara and Rose crammed into the Plymouth and left California. Rose told me that she and I shared the back seat and she said that I kicked her "the whole trip" and by the time we got to Minnesota she had bruises on her legs. She laughs about it now...not then.
I was 16 years old and I'd flunked my behind-the-wheel test when I parallel parked our '46 Ford on the sidewalk. One day some time later, Rose showed up at our house and said she was taking me for a second try on my driver's test. I didn't know I was scheduled for a retake, but either she or Mom had made the appointment, so off we went in Rose's 1953 Ford. I'd seen the car but I hadn't even ridden in it, let alone driven it. I had a second chance and I passed the test, because Rose was there with me, again.
We were renting Uncle Al Stafki's cabin on Bald Eagle Lake for a couple years, 1959-1961, and in the winter we'd shovel a small skating rink out in front. One dark and bitterly cold winter evening Rose appeared at our door and asked me to go ice skating with her. A little surprised, I put on my hockey skates and out we went. There was a full moon and we skated and chatted for a while and then she asked me if I'd like to learn how to Skate Doubles. Sure I said, and she grabbed my arm and we doubles-skated for a couple hours.
Thank Aunt Rose for more good times than I have room for here, and may God Bless and Keep You.