My sincere blessings and condolences to Anita’s family and friends, I received a blessing in the form of Anita Maruggi when I went for some counseling at the Catholic family center at the former Sibley building in the early 1990’s and Anita was my therapist there. Her sincerity and guidance was instrumental in helping me to gain insight about my unhealthy behaviors and to continue to take responsible and healthier actions, which allowed me to continue growing as a sober man and beyond as a contributing member of society. I have thought of her often in the past twenty + years, and the depth of my gratitude for her help in my life and thus in the lives that I have been intertwined with since has grown with each passing remembrance of those sessions of love that I received from her and through her so many years ago. I will never forget what she did for me and I try to do some of those same actions with the people I am blessed to have placed into my life, so that her work shall never truly end or be forgotten.
R.I.P. Anita, Steve Perrone loves and thanks you from now til eternity!
Anita was a lovely women on the earthy plane who cared for and empowered many, including me. I watched her help to change many lives for the better. and I was blessed to know her through family and through work at Catholic Family Center.She truly had the heart of a Social Worker who made everyone believe they could do anything,if they did the work! My prayers to your family,
Sncerly Maria Martella, Mundorff
Dear Sue and family; So very sorry to hear about your Mom’s passing. She was an extraordinary person!!! She is an shining example of a life well lived!! Please remember we never lose those we love, they become part of us and are with us always! Love to you, with sympathy. Kim
I will miss Anita more and more as time goes on. I’m sad that I wasn’t able to say a final good bye at the end. She was as much our mother as our birth mother to Shirley(my phantom twin)and me.
Anita introduced our home to new and different things. She was there to listen to us when needed. Anita kept Shirley and me on the straight and narrow since we were always in trouble or close to it.
She took us to Kodak’s Christmas Party where we could choose a gift of our own.
When my parents went to Italy in 1949, Anita was left in charge of the children. That is when the famous “Beans and Potatoes” story originated. As usual the left over items at the store were what was part of our dinner each night. One day I came home and saw what was being served again, and I complained to her: “Beans and Potatoes, Beans and Potatoes…”. At that point Anita grabbed me by the arm and started spanking me on my bottom, with the refrain “Beans and Potatoes one, Beans and Potatoes two, Beans and Potatoes three, etc.” After which I quietly sat down to dinner.
Love, David
Ed – Please accept my sincere condolences on your mother’s passing. I have fond memories of sitting at the kitchen table and having her feed me more than I could eat at one sitting, convinced that I was Italian. Whenever I cam to your house to visit, I always was. Fondly – Joni
My sincere blessings and condolences to Anita’s family and friends, I received a blessing in the form of Anita Maruggi when I went for some counseling at the Catholic family center at the former Sibley building in the early 1990’s and Anita was my therapist there. Her sincerity and guidance was instrumental in helping me to gain insight about my unhealthy behaviors and to continue to take responsible and healthier actions, which allowed me to continue growing as a sober man and beyond as a contributing member of society. I have thought of her often in the past twenty + years, and the depth of my gratitude for her help in my life and thus in the lives that I have been intertwined with since has grown with each passing remembrance of those sessions of love that I received from her and through her so many years ago. I will never forget what she did for me and I try to do some of those same actions with the people I am blessed to have placed into my life, so that her work shall never truly end or be forgotten.
R.I.P. Anita, Steve Perrone loves and thanks you from now til eternity!
Anita was a lovely women on the earthy plane who cared for and empowered many, including me. I watched her help to change many lives for the better. and I was blessed to know her through family and through work at Catholic Family Center.She truly had the heart of a Social Worker who made everyone believe they could do anything,if they did the work! My prayers to your family,
Sncerly Maria Martella, Mundorff
Dear Sue and family; So very sorry to hear about your Mom’s passing. She was an extraordinary person!!! She is an shining example of a life well lived!! Please remember we never lose those we love, they become part of us and are with us always! Love to you, with sympathy. Kim
I will miss Anita more and more as time goes on. I’m sad that I wasn’t able to say a final good bye at the end. She was as much our mother as our birth mother to Shirley(my phantom twin)and me.
Anita introduced our home to new and different things. She was there to listen to us when needed. Anita kept Shirley and me on the straight and narrow since we were always in trouble or close to it.
She took us to Kodak’s Christmas Party where we could choose a gift of our own.
When my parents went to Italy in 1949, Anita was left in charge of the children. That is when the famous “Beans and Potatoes” story originated. As usual the left over items at the store were what was part of our dinner each night. One day I came home and saw what was being served again, and I complained to her: “Beans and Potatoes, Beans and Potatoes…”. At that point Anita grabbed me by the arm and started spanking me on my bottom, with the refrain “Beans and Potatoes one, Beans and Potatoes two, Beans and Potatoes three, etc.” After which I quietly sat down to dinner.
Love, David
Ed – Please accept my sincere condolences on your mother’s passing. I have fond memories of sitting at the kitchen table and having her feed me more than I could eat at one sitting, convinced that I was Italian. Whenever I cam to your house to visit, I always was. Fondly – Joni