Frank Albachiaro Obituary

Papa - break out the metaxa Grandpa Laino is on his way to play boss & soto and mora. It must be like the "club" up there. Watch over those of us left here - and make sure we get a good table!!

just a note dad to let you know your birthday was not forgotten.

miss you, keep us doing the right things.....

Bad news daddy - your sister Carm Died Feb 11th - but you already know that don't you. Thought I'd add this little note of inspiration for anyone checking the book -



Today I feel like a carrot.



Which one are you??? CARROT....EGG.....or COFFEE ???



A certain daughter complained to her father about her life and how things have been so hard for her. She did not know & was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed that just as one problem was solved another arose.



Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen, filled three pots with water and placed the fire on high. Soon the three pots came to a boil. In one he placed carrots, in the other he placed eggs, and in the last he placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil, without saying a word.



The daughter sucked her teeth and impatiently wondered what he was trying to do. She had problems, and he was making this strange concoction. In half an hour he walked over to the oven and turned down the fire. He pulled the

carrots out and placed them in the bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in the bowl. Then he ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her he asked. "Darling what do you see." Smartly, she replied. "Carrots, eggs, and coffee."



He brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg. Finally, he asked her to sip the coffee. Her face frowned from the strength of the coffee.



Humbly, she asked. "What does it mean Father." He explained. "Each of them faced the same adversity, 212 degrees of boiling water. However each reacted differently."



The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. But after going through boiling water, it softened and became weak."



The egg was fragile. A thin outer shell protected a liquid center. But after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened."



The coffee beans are unique however. After they were in the boiling water, it became stronger and richer."



Which are you," he asked his daughter.



When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?



Are you the carrot that seems hard, but with the smallest amount of pain, adversity, heat you wilt and become soft with no strength?



Are you the egg, which starts off with a malleable heart? fluid spirit. But after a death, a breakup, a divorce, a layoff you became hardened and stiff.



Your shell looks the same, but you are so bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and heart, internally. Is this anyone you know?



Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean does not get its peak flavor and robust until it reaches 212 degrees Fahrenheit. When the water gets the hottest, it just tastes better. When things are there worst, you get better.



When people talk the most, your praises increase. When the hour is the darkest, trials are their greatest, your worship elevates to another level.



How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?



II Corinthians 4:8-9 - We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed.



"Prayer Changes Things!"

Hey Dad,

Just thought I would drop you a note,guess you found a pro up there

birdied #1 last week into the wind..

thanks I needed it. Sure am trying to do certian things but it is getting tough, business is soft builders not getting houses out of the ground ect... I have been ok trying to do the right things, sometimes my employees make that real difficult. I had a situation with one that has caused me to be thinking about why I am doing what I do. In fact I have Nick working on some numbers, to either buy out or be bought out. I am leaning on being bought out and go to McAllen and open that resturant. But who knows..... Think of you all the time miss you a great deal, Mom is doing fine she misses you though as do all of us. Eric's mom passed away last week but Im sure you know that we told her to look for you so she could get in at the gate. He is doing fine in fact comming to Orlando next weekend for some golf.

Been listening to a song that makes me think what you would and should expect from me. It makes me cry sometimes but it also is something I have shared with a few employees letting them know what is expected. as always Dad I hope you can guide me. "But whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there with open arms and open eyes." Got the wheel Dad and Im driving..

My sincere condolences. Frank was not only my boss when I started at the Sun-Times he was also one of my mentors. He will be missed.

NEWS OBITUARY

Frank Albachiaro, 76, Sun-Times executive



October 10, 2001



BY BRENDA WARNER ROTZOLL STAFF REPORTER



Responsibility came early to Frank Albachiaro. He was 7 when his father died in 1933, just 9 when he started driving the delivery truck for his family's home-based ice cream store while his older brother lugged around the heavy ice cream containers.



The skills he learned in the ice cream business helped him rise through the accounting department at the Chicago Sun-Times to become controller at the newspaper and of the old Chicago Daily News.



Mr. Albachiaro died of lung disease Friday at Lutheran General Hospital in Park Ridge. He was 76.



He was born and grew up at the corner of Taylor and May streets in Chicago's Little Italy, living over the ice cream store his mother ran. He and his wife shared quarters there for eight years with his mother, until her death, because they didn't want to leave her on her own.



Mr. Albachiaro attended St. Ignatius High School, went to St. Mary's College in Winona, Minn., for two years, then dropped out to join the Army in World War II. He served in Europe as a medic, surviving the Battle of the Bulge.



After the war, he got a bachelor's degree in commerce at Loyola University and worked for a year at Goldblatt's department stores. Then, an uncle working at the Sun-Times told him of an opening, and he joined the paper as a junior accountant, rising to become controller in 1975. He retired in 1984.



His colleague, Bill Galante in classified auto sales, said Mr. Albachiaro was a very warm, friendly man who always asked department managers, "Is there anything I can do to help you do better?"



Mr. Albachiaro would help at his mother's store on Saturdays, and after a year of noticing an attractive neighbor walk by carrying two heavy grocery bags, he offered one day to give Vita Scannicchio a ride home. They dated for a year, only on Sundays because he spent Saturdays with his mother. Mr. Albachiaro proposed in his car in the middle of an argument.



"He kind of yelled out to her, 'That's no way the woman I'm going to marry should behave!' '' said his son, Vincent. "She made him stop the car and said, 'Did you just ask me to marry you?' ''



If he had to work Saturdays, Mr. Albachiaro would take Vincent with him to the newspaper and "make me count the rolls of newsprint with a piece of chalk" to keep busy, his son said. He also helped family members get jobs at the paper. Sunday was family day: out all day to mass, to breakfast, for a drive and supper. Summers, they went to Florida, Hawaii, the Wisconsin Dells. He loved to have the relatives at his house for holiday dinners.



"He supported us; he taught us love; he taught us what it was to be a person and that caring for other people would always bring you the gifts that you're asking for,'' his son said.



Survivors also include his wife, Vita Nancy Albachiaro; a daughter, Susan Camille Lyne; two sisters, Carmella De Santi and Marie Paul, and three grandchildren.



Services were Monday at St. Paul of the Cross Church in Park Ridge, with burial at Mount Carmel Cemetery in Hillside.

Me again....

So, why do you think I have received books on spirituality, and bible scriptures from Johova's Witnesses in the mail since I returned home? I talked with Susan about it and we laughed. I know I asked if you were listening but that is a bit strange the mail I am receieving. Also dad if I can ask a favor can you help with my putting, 3 attemps at birdie last weekend looked for help and missed them all. So while you are up there playing cards and betting on the horses..... see if you have time for a golf lesson or two so you can be of help. Mom is doing ok, Susan Is taking care of everything as usual, you did a good job there pops. Business is ok here, everyone was saddened by your passing and have lots of cards and letters. Well

as I have told you this will be my therapy when ever I feel I need to talk to you. Thanks again for everything dad.... and I am serious about the putting help so work on it will you.

For My beloved Uncle,



I always knew you were a kind, beautiful man...I only wish I had known of all the many things you had done in and for the world before you were gone. Working for your family, earning a Purple Heart, your long history with the Sun-times...I never learned of these things from you...but it's not surprising knowing the kind of man that you were...one of love. You knew it was the most important thing in life and you shared yours so very freely. Recollections of your strong yet waivering voice as you expressed your love for us all will be with me forever...as will my love for you, my aunt, and your wonderful children and grandchildren.



Always in my heart and prayers,

Leanora

This may be the first entry I have in your book Dad, I am sure this may become a regular thing for me.

It is hard to think you are gone, that I will never hear you say..."My Son My Son" again. I have always feared this day, for I like you taught me have always tried to be strong. But strength no longer is an option, I am driven by emotion always have been, you used to tell me it could be my downfall.

I believe you were right, for the pain and grief I feel is paralyzing.

For days I went only on the energy that somehow came to me. Now I cant seem to keep my eyes open at times.

I watched and prayed for you to find peace, I hope they were answered. For you were a man that never should have suffered. You lived your life in the most respected way. You were selfless, always doing for others with little regard for yourself. Compassion and empathy was your way of life. No one can understand but my sister and mother what a truley great man you were. I weep and I laugh, I search deep inside for the strength, for I have had but one true role model my whole life and it is you. Please if you are listening teach me to be more like you, to treat people like you did, to love like you did, to hold all that is just and right dear. Never to loose sight of the objective, to live a life that delivers you to the place I know you are. So dad your journey is done your reward is granted, please look down upon us all and help us be like you. I always tried to do things to make you proud, and now I will try to always honor ur memory. Hold him close lord, and keep us all in your favor, for you are now holding the greatest man I have ever known. Thank you for all the gifts dad.....

FROM THE FUNERAL MASS - 10/8/2001



Throughout this past week family and friends have offered to help us in any way. Many of these offers began with “I KNOW A GUY”



Well, I KNOW A GUY that sat down with a group of his friends to discuss heaven and how to get there. Now his friends disagree whether this conversation occurred on a Plain or a Mount but this is what he said:



Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Our Father had a soft spot in his heart for anyone in need. He was true to his namesake St Francis in caring for all –welcome him Lord

Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Our Father (and mother) attended more wakes and funerals than I care to count. Dad always felt it was important to be there for his family, friends, and even acquaintances to share their grief and offer his strength when theirs was ebbing – comfort him Lord.

Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.

Our Father has been described by so many here today as a GENTLE man – we thank you for his time on the earth Lord

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.

Our Father taught my brother and I to always do what is right, and that easy and right were strangers – satisfy him Lord

Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.

Our Father had opportunities in his life, as we all do, to VANQUISH others, to “put them in their place” yet he always took the other path – be merciful Lord

Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.

Our Father – is seeing God – thank you Lord

Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.

Anyone who is even vaguely aquatinted with Our Father knows his desire for peace – receive your SON Lord

Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Our Father lived his faith, wore his faith on his neck, but more importantly on his heart, and was NEVER ashamed to share it – welcome him Lord



So, I asked “This guy I know” for a favor – Mr. Albachiaro your table is ready.

We all love Uncle Frank and always will. His cheeful, friendly, happy, generous spirit will never leave our hearts and minds. I personally will hold the last special moments I spent with him at family parties. We talked,laughed, hugged and always smiled together. His last words to me will keep me motivated. They were "to stay as beautiful as I am and never let anyone change that". My promise to Uncle Frank is that I will keep true to what he asked of me. He was and will always be the best person I have ever known. God Bless Our Whole Family!

He was was one of the good guys. I know and understand why he was regarded as a man of high integrety and commitment to family, friends and profession.



Frank, one of your legacies is that you will be missed by many who love you.

I wish to send my sincere condolences.



An old Sun-Times colleague



Jack Holm

Our prayers are with your family at this time. We're going to miss you.