Andrew Joseph MONTALBANO
August 6, 1945 – January 11, 2020
Andrew Joseph MONTALBANO was born on August 6, 1945 and passed away on January 11, 2020.
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Andrew Joseph MONTALBANO
Gerald D Montalbano
February 7, 2020
I never got to meet Andrew, but somehow, I feel that we were related in the not-so-distant future. My father/Family comes from a small town about 40 miles south-west of Palermo called Contessa Entellina, Sicilia. My grandfather's name was Frank (Francesco) Montalbano, and spouse was Maggie (Margherite) Castrogiovanni, and a small town should have the Montalbanos from that region related.
About 20-30 yrs back, I used to get "Montalbano letter/mail" on a regular basis from Andrew's mail list, but me not being into genealogy didn't go beyond that. As I got older, I got into genealogy somewhat and would love to check out on Ancestry.com and elsewhere how me and Andrew (if ever) tie in. I also wanted to read his book, but never got to it (probably because the cost was a bit high for my low income). 8-) God Bless Andrew and hopefully at some point (me being a year younger at 73), I will finally get to meet him, hopefully, both of us in Heaven. (smile). RIP.
January 23, 2020
Andrew and I have been friends for over 25 years. We had many conversations and discussions thru the years about his trips to Sicily, Sicilian culture, traditions, family dynamics and historical research. These conversations were the topics of the weekly lunch meet-ups in Metairie. The group was mainly people that had taken Italian lessons from Dora Fiorello. The intent was to practice and speak Italian. Normally we would do what Italians do best - we would practice Italian for a few minutes, then revert to English and “Mangia”. We (the Italian group) would meet for Pot Luck dinners quarterly. Andrew was the “ice cream guy”. He always brought the ice cream.
Long after the lessons stopped when Dora moved away, we continued to meet at the little café gift shop next to Barnes & Nobles, other nearby restaurants, and eventually settled into Mr. Roo’s on Severn. He loved the stewed chicken there. It was his favorite.
That was the last meeting place. The group got smaller. People moved away, got sick, passed, or had other interests, but Andrew was a constant. He didn’t cook so he when there almost every day – remember he was the “ice cream guy”. I went 2-3 times a month to join him for lunch on Saturdays and any of the usual suspects that would happen to drop in.
Before he would head out on his annual trip to Sicily, he would ask me “Is this the year you are coming to visit me in Sicily?” I would answer, “As much as I would like to – not this year”. About four years ago, he asked the same question, but this time he added “This may be my last trip”. I did not want him to go alone but there was no way I could go. I was very concerned because I noticed changes in him that I did not understand until later.
It was his last trip while on this earth, but I am sure that he is there now taking roads and paths to see what he had not seen before or maybe he is just watching a Sicilian sunset from a different prospective.
I miss my friend. I always will.
January 21, 2020
He was the youngest of 8 children and spoiled rotten to the max. He was only 4 years older then me and we grew up like a brother and sister. We did everything together even I would get him a date and we would go to my high school proms. It wasn't until the family fallout that we lost touch with each other. We did connect the last 3 years and now I am glad for that since all this happened. He cried when my brother died and he cried when my hubby died. I am happy he did that because it showed that deep down he really did care