2011-11-10 / Obituaries

ARTHUR P. DE LUCA

Arthur P. DeLuca died on the evening of November 7, 2011, just short of his 93rd birthday. Arthur was born on November 15, 1918 in Manhattan to Pietro Arturo and Anna Muratore DeLuca, the ninth of ten surviving children. When Arthur was a child, his mother bought a house on Hone Avenue, where the family became early settlers of the now crowded Williamsbridge section of the Bronx.

On October 25, 1942, Arthur married Rose Camino, a neighborhood girl, with whom he had two children, Diana and Arthur, Jr. Childhood polio disqualified Arthur from serving the military during WWII; instead, he commuted daily to work in the Brooklyn Navy Yard, home of the Manhattan Project.

Arthur worked with his in-laws, running a grocery store, then a country resort in New Paltz. His skills with his hands, learned from his father (a sculptor and master wood craftsman in Italy) landed Arthur a job at Serval Zippers in Long Island City. Arthur converted the entire plant of sewing machines to electricity-run machines.

Arthur worked as Head Electrician at Serval (whose clocktower can still be seen) for many years, consulted often by electrical engineers who had degrees but not his talent.

On retirement, Arthur and Rose moved to Carmel, where they were popular members of the Carmel and Kent Seniors. Life was not the same for Arthur after Rose passed in 2007. He paid daily visits to the cemetery until his own health deteriorated. They are together again.

Arthur is survived by his sister Frances; his daughter Diana and her husband Dan Fiorentino; his daughter-inlaw Annie; his grandchildren Nicole and Michael Somsag and wife Tara; Alana and Deanna DeLuca and greatgranddaughter Allison Rose Somsag.

Visitation will be held on Thursday, November 10, 2011 from 2 to 4 p.m. with a service commencing at 3:30 p.m. at Cargain Funeral Home, Inc., 10 Fowler Avenue, Carmel, 845-225-3672.

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