Veronica S. Mazur, 85, of Port Washington, died on Jan. 28, 2007. Veronica was predeceased by her parents, Peter and Rose, and her siblings, Frank, Helen Alderman and Val. She is survived by her sister Genevieve and many nieces and nephews. Visiting hours from 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 p.m. at the Austin F. Knowles Funeral Home, Port Washington. A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated at 10:30 a.m. Friday at St. Peter of Alcantara RC Church. Interment will follow at Nassau Knolls Cemetery.
Joe celebrating his 95th birthday.
Few residents of Port Washington can recall the trolley that ran from lower Main Street to Mineola. Or perhaps being among the crowd who witnessed the groundbreaking and historic first trans-Atlantic commercial flight that departed from Port in 1939.
If you were born in 1910, walking along the shores of Manhasset Bay, you would have heard the sounds of boats being built and raced, sand barges carrying sand to Manhattan and "flying boats," or seaplanes of yesteryear.
Joseph Intintoli, or "Uncle Joe" as he was fondly referred to by hundreds of people, died on Dec. 29, 2006 in the home he built. He lived a very healthy, active life for 95 of his 96 years.
Five generations of Intintolis have made Port Washington their home over the past 100 years. Joe's father Giuseppe arrived in 1904 to work in the sand pits alongside many other Italian immigrants. Preferring the feeling of dirt between his fingers instead of sand, Giuseppe returned to Italy in 1915 with his wife and five sons, along with enough money to buy a small farm with his cousin.
When Joe was about 20, he returned to Port Washington. However, the Depression had left little opportunity for work for anyone, much less a young Italian man. Loving the great outdoors, he enjoyed his position with the Government's Civilian Conservation Corps, an initiative begun by President Roosevelt to relieve the high unemployment that gripped the nation as it tried to heal itself after the Depression.
He was proud to serve for the U.S. Army in World War II as a sergeant, serving as a supplies manager. As soon as the war was over, Joe made his way to Italy, walking much of the way through Europe to his family, bringing whatever food supplies he could carry. He also saved his brother, Alfonso, who was serving in the Italian army at the time, from a prisoner of war camp in England.
He founded and headed Intintoli Mason Contractors, a very successful business. While he was naturally proud of his Italian heritage, Joe was also extremely proud to be a U.S. citizen and loved everything American, especially the Yankees, so much so that he was buried with his Yankee cap.
The longevity in the Intintoli family is a testament to good genes and healthy, active living. Even after Uncle Joe became ill, he still spent hours laboring to bring a cord of wood delivered in his driveway to the side of the house where it belonged for the winter. He is survived by three sisters, all of whom are in their 80s and are living very independent lives in Port Washington.
I was asked to write an obituary for Uncle Joe, but instead thought it more appropriate to consider it a celebration of a life that was very well lived, very well trodden, and very well loved. At every festive occasion, Uncle Joe could be seen lifting his glass to toast to something, anything. So, Uncle Joe, we leave you with this toast, "Cinzano! To love, to life, to one man who so deeply and lovingly touched the lives of countless others. To everyone's Uncle Joe, God bless you."