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Roseanne FAMA posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 15, 2025
Mom, We Love You. I wanted to begin with the words that mean the most. We Love You.
My mom, our mom, Lena Musco, was not one for long talks. But, it was the small talk that hit home - and she did just fine. She made friends and acquaintances everywhere she went.
With a sparkle in her smile and a twinkle in her eyes, she'd meet new people and they'd automatically know she was a lovely warm-hearted person who brightened everyone's day.
her usual conversation starters were -- "how's everything"?, "How's everyone at home?". If you told her about any challenges or problems, she'd just say - "well, it will all work itself out". "You do what you have to do.", "I pray it will all work out.". she'd say - "oh dear Lord!" a lot. and she'd leave you with "Bye, Bye now, and "send my Love home". she' sent a lot of love home - a gazillion times. That was our mom, Lena.
Where do i begin to tell you Lena's story, without telling our father's story. Their story. And our story as a family.
When our dad passed away back in 1986, it was so sudden. (For those of you who don't know, our father, Nick, passed away in his sleep - a heart attack - the morning after his 65th birthday. We had all gone out to dinner to celebrate - and it was a month after our parent's big 25th wedding anniversary party where they renewed their vows in church. It was great fun and with so much love that night. it was special.
I'm telling you all this because I didn't get a chance to speak for my father then, (I was so young -19- we were so stunned - I always felt badly not being able to give our father a very well-deserved eulogy - to this day. But now, we can honor them both.
Nick Musco was a gentleman, a street-smart, man's man, yet so funny and a very kind person. Oh, and did i mention he was a good looking guy. He had a nickname - Dino (because he resembled Dean Martin). We didn't have much time with him in our lives, but what an impact he made on Nicholas, Joanne and my life -- and he made a great impact on the life of our mom Lena. Mom used to say, her life started when she met our dad. My cousins can share my place and tell many great stories of how our father was the best thing that ever happened to our mother -- and how it was our Dad who kept the Campone family together; by picking up mom's sisters every Sunday morning at their homes in the Bronx and bringing them to have macaroni dinner with their sister Lena -- AND he would drive them all home in the evening -- all with bags of fruits, vegetables and meat he brought home from the market.
But, my Dad's side of our family can also tell you how important and extremely special Lena was to Nick. First, my cousin Louise reminds us always about how beautiful and sweet Aunt Lena was and how Uncle Nick never brought home anybody before our Mom. Boy, they were a match. I want to sing "If you knew Lena, like i knew Lena, Oh, Oh, Oh what a gal!". You can see all the pictures from her early years - wow! she was also such a personality -- happy, sociable with such a welcoming, sweet soul ; anyone she met became an instant friend.
if you read my mom's obituary, you would learn all about her love of family, friends and enthusiasm for life. You also may have learned how strong she was after the love of her life passed away. She never wanted to be a burden to her children. So, she picked up and started a new life working as a school aide for 10 years. After Joanne was ready to have a baby, and little king Dino was born, she retired from her busy job being a 'mom' to hundreds of children at Public School #22.
Our mom was extremely polite. Growing up, we must have heard "thank you so much" literally a million times. I get a kick out of hearing our daughters Alexandra and Isabella talking with people and saying those words -- i think of my mom.
We wrote also how she loved her big Italian American family growing up with 12 other siblings. She said it wasn't easy having 8 other sisters - she told us how they used to lock their clothes individually in trunks to prevent each other from using. Did they fight, of course they did, but the Campone family never held grudges.
But, what was it like to grow up as Lena's kids. Well, it wasn't a bed of roses all the time --we had a few run ins. Mom was a tough cookie, while our Dad was the softie. Joanne and I shared a room and normally when we were supposed to go to sleep, that's when we had so much to talk about. Mommy used to send Daddy to our room and 'discipline' us -- he would say 'make believe i'm hitting you, say ouch' and he would hit the bed with his belt. Mom figured this out quickly. when she had enough of our laughing and carrying on, the wooden stick would come out of the kitchen and mommy would be ready for business. Oh, and she had a nickname for me, 'piss eyes'. because i cried about everything. i was a very sensitive kid -- i was always crying about something. Mommy was tough, she didn't like all the emotional baggage i brought to the family -- while Joanne and Nicholas were very similar in personality (they were go-with-the-flow type of kids, not me). I gave our mom a bit of a challenge. that's why i clung to my dad, he was more more empathetic (he was a Pisces, enough said). and I found and married a Pisces man, enough said.
When we were kids, we'd ask mommy what she wanted for her birthday. her response would be, 'three good kids'. Joanne would then say, "great, then they'll be six of us".
All kidding aside, our mom was great -- we had birthday parties in the basement - that's where all the parties would be, even our cousin's wedding. We had great Christmas where we each remember our favorites presents of our childhood; we had great summer vacations. I think as kids, we had it all and there was nothing we could ask for that wasn't given to us -- although i did push the envelope a few times.
It wasn't until we all became adults and parents ourselves did we notice one small piece of information that seemed to be missing from our childhood -- our mother never said "I LOVE YOU". hmmm how did this happen. We had everything we wanted, we knew we were loved, right!? -- She fed us, clothed us, made sure we went to school and religious instructions. We were baptized, made our communion and confirmation and had great parties in our honor. Joanne and I talked about it a lot. You felt loved, right!? Reassuring each other of our loving and caring childhood. But never remembering our mom saying those amazing words - "I LOVE YOU.".
As a grandmother, she said it freely -wait, what!? and in her later years, said it all the time to her children and grandchildren. So what makes a mother strong and tough raising her kids and then soft and sweet sharing time with grandchildren.
The moral of the story goes - as you show your love, speak your love. People may never know really what you think, how you feel. Even though actions do speak louder than words -- words matter, a lot.
We love you Mom! - You were never a burden. It was an honor to care for you, especially these past four weeks. Joanne, Nicholas and i were blessed to be with you. We are so grateful for you and and Daddy.
Thank you for loving us with all your heart and soul -- and saying it all the time in your later years.
Well done mom, we are all awesome, because of you.
xox Your daughter, Roseanne aka piss eyes ;)
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Roseanne Musco Fama posted a condolence
Sunday, January 12, 2025
Mom, We Love You. I wanted to begin with the words that mean the most. We Love You.
My mom, our mom, Lena Musco, was not one for long talks. But, it was the small talk that hit home - and she did just fine. She made friends and acquaintances everywhere she went.
With a sparkle in her smile and a twinkle in her eyes, she'd meet new people and they'd automatically know she was a lovely warm-hearted person who brightened everyone's day.
her usual conversation starters were -- "how's everything"?, "How's everyone at home?". If you told her about any challenges or problems, she'd just say - "well, it will all work itself out". "You do what you have to do.", "I pray it will all work out.". she'd say - "oh dear Lord!" a lot. and she'd leave you with "Bye, Bye now, and "send my Love home". she' sent a lot of love home - a gazillion times. That was our mom, Lena.
Where do i begin to tell you Lena's story, without telling our father's story. Their story. And our story as a family.
When our dad passed away back in 1986, it was so sudden. (For those of you who don't know, our father, Nick, passed away in his sleep - a heart attack - the morning after his 65th birthday. We had all gone out to dinner to celebrate - and it was a month after our parent's big 25th wedding anniversary party where they renewed their vows in church. It was great fun and with so much love that night. it was special.
I'm telling you all this because I didn't get a chance to speak for my father then, (I was so young -19- we were so stunned - I always felt badly not being able to give our father a very well-deserved eulogy - to this day. But now, we can honor them both.
Nick Musco was a gentleman, a street-smart, man's man, yet so funny and a very kind person. Oh, and did i mention he was a good looking guy. He had a nickname - Dino (because he resembled Dean Martin). We didn't have much time with him in our lives, but what an impact he made on Nicholas, Joanne and my life -- and he made a great impact on the life of our mom Lena. Mom used to say, her life started when she met our dad. My cousins can share my place and tell many great stories of how our father was the best thing that ever happened to our mother -- and how it was our Dad who kept the Campone family together; by picking up mom's sisters every Sunday morning at their homes in the Bronx and bringing them to have macaroni dinner with their sister Lena -- AND he would drive them all home in the evening -- all with bags of fruits, vegetables and meat he brought home from the market.
But, my Dad's side of our family can also tell you how important and extremely special Lena was to Nick. First, my cousin Louise reminds us always about how beautiful and sweet Aunt Lena was and how Uncle Nick never brought home anybody before our Mom. Boy, they were a match. I want to sing "If you knew Lena, like i knew Lena, Oh, Oh, Oh what a gal!". You can see all the pictures from her early years - wow! she was also such a personality -- happy, sociable with such a welcoming, sweet soul ; anyone she met became an instant friend.
if you read my mom's obituary, you would learn all about her love of family, friends and enthusiasm for life. You also may have learned how strong she was after the love of her life passed away. She never wanted to be a burden to her children. So, she picked up and started a new life working as a school aide for 10 years. After Joanne was ready to have a baby, and little king Dino was born, she retired from her busy job being a 'mom' to hundreds of children at Public School #22.
Our mom was extremely polite. Growing up, we must have heard "thank you so much" literally a million times. I get a kick out of hearing our daughters Alexandra and Isabella talking with people and saying those words -- i think of my mom.
We wrote also how she loved her big Italian American family growing up with 12 other siblings. She said it wasn't easy having 8 other sisters - she told us how they used to lock their clothes individually in trunks to prevent each other from using. Did they fight, of course they did, but the Campone family never held grudges.
But, what was it like to grow up as Lena's kids. Well, it wasn't a bed of roses all the time --we had a few run ins. Mom was a tough cookie, while our Dad was the softie. Joanne and I shared a room and normally when we were supposed to go to sleep, that's when we had so much to talk about. Mommy used to send Daddy to our room and 'discipline' us -- he would say 'make believe i'm hitting you, say ouch' and he would hit the bed with his belt. Mom figured this out quickly. when she had enough of our laughing and carrying on, the wooden stick would come out of the kitchen and mommy would be ready for business. Oh, and she had a nickname for me, 'piss eyes'. because i cried about everything. i was a very sensitive kid -- i was always crying about something. Mommy was tough, she didn't like all the emotional baggage i brought to the family -- while Joanne and Nicholas were very similar in personality (they were go-with-the-flow type of kids, not me). I gave our mom a bit of a challenge. that's why i clung to my dad, he was more more empathetic (he was a Pisces, enough said). and I found and married a Pisces man, enough said.
When we were kids, we'd ask mommy what she wanted for her birthday. her response would be, 'three good kids'. Joanne would then say, "great, then they'll be six of us".
All kidding aside, our mom was great -- we had birthday parties in the basement - that's where all the parties would be, even our cousin's wedding. We had great Christmas where we each remember our favorites presents of our childhood; we had great summer vacations. I think as kids, we had it all and there was nothing we could ask for that wasn't given to us -- although i did push the envelope a few times.
It wasn't until we all became adults and parents ourselves did we notice one small piece of information that seemed to be missing from our childhood -- our mother never said "I LOVE YOU". hmmm how did this happen. We had everything we wanted, we knew we were loved, right!? -- She fed us, clothed us, made sure we went to school and religious instructions. We were baptized, made our communion and confirmation and had great parties in our honor. Joanne and I talked about it a lot. You felt loved, right!? Reassuring each other of our loving and caring childhood. But never remembering our mom saying those amazing words - "I LOVE YOU.".
As a grandmother, she said it freely -wait, what!? and in her later years, said it all the time to her children and grandchildren. So what makes a mother strong and tough raising her kids and then soft and sweet sharing time with grandchildren.
The moral of the story goes - as you show your love, speak your love. People may never know really what you think, how you feel. Even though actions do speak louder than words -- words matter, a lot.
We love you Mom! - You were never a burden. It was an honor to care for you, especially these past four weeks. Joanne, Nicholas and i were blessed to be with you. We are so grateful for you and and Daddy.
Thank you for loving us with all your heart and soul -- and saying it all the time in your later years.
Well done mom, we are all awesome, because of you.
xox Your daughter, Roseanne aka piss eyes ;)
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Lena was my neighbor for many, many years. She was a terrific neighbor. She was always looking out for me. I visited her often. She was selfless. She loved her children and her family. She was always telling me that she prays that she won't be a burden to her children when she got older. God granted her that wish. She was in dependent till a month or two before her death. She has wonderful children, and she would never be a burden to them. She died peacefully at her own home with her children by her side. Lena I am going to miss you! The memory of you will always stay in my heart! With Sympathy, Christine Spiegel
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Debbie Seppell-Statler posted a condolence
Wednesday, January 8, 2025
Nick, Joanne and Roseanne…. My sincerest heartfelt condolences to you all and your families on the loss of your mom. I truly have such fond memories of her. I hope you all know how blessed you were to have her in your life. May you find comfort knowing that she is at peace in heaven with your dad , family and our Lord God!
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eileen higgins posted a condolence
Tuesday, January 7, 2025
May the Musco Family heal and remember all the wonderful times with Lena. What an amazing life! eileen higgins
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