John F. Mangino, 100, of North Haven, passed away Wednesday, February 26, 2014 at his home. He was the husband of the late Ann Martorelli Mangino. Born in New Haven on April 21, 1913; son of the late Joseph and Josephine Ciazo Mangino. John had served his county faithfully in the US Navy during WWII and had been the sexton at St. Therese Church for about 20 years. He was a member of the Legion of Mary and was a passionate farmer and landscaper. Father of Laura Mangino and John (Susan) Mangino. Brother of Harry Mangino. Also survived by 5 grandchildren and 3 great grandchildren. Predeceased by 12 brothers and sisters.
His funeral procession will leave the North Haven Funeral Home, 36 Washington Avenue, Tuesday, March 4th, at 10:30 am. A mass of Christian burial will be celebrated in St. Therese Church at 11:00. Interment will follow in All Saints Cemetery. Relatives and friends may call Tuesday morning from 8:30 to 10:30. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions may be made to the ORTV, 15 Peach Orchard Road, Prospect, CT 06712-1052.
Laura and Family,
I am so sorry to read about the loss of your dad. I have fond memories of him from Church. Laura, no regrets , you and your dad had a very special bond and you took very good care of him. I am glad I had the opportunity too know you both . Sending waves of prayers your way.
I didn't know John but, I knew of him from his daughter Laura. She
would say different things that gave me a picture of a very good man.
Rest in peace good servant for a job well done. Sorry for your loss
I will keep you in my prayers.
Anthony
Dear John & Laura; We were deeply saddened by your loss and pray for your father. Besides being a loving father and provider he was a man of deep faith and showed it by his devotion and love to the church. In the hope that it will help you I quote St. John Bosco on Heaven from his biographical visions "The 40 visions of St. John Bosco": in which he described what a wonderous place it is; "It seemed to me I was standing on a hill, looking down on an immense plain that stretched away into the invisible distance. It was as blue as the sea in perfect calm, but what I was looking at was not water; it seemed like crystal, unblemished and sparkling. Long and broad avenues divided the plain up into large gardens of indescribable beauty, in which were lawns, groves of ornamental trees, flowering shrubs and flower beds with an amazing varity of ornamental flowers. What you have seen in gardens can give you little idea of how wonderful all this is. There were trees whose leaves seemed to be of gold, the branches and trunks of precious stones. Scattered here and there in the gardens were buildings whose appearance and magnificance rivaled the setting in which they stood. As I stood there in rapt wonder, the sound of sweet and entrancing music filled the air; all possible instruments seemed to be combining in wonderful harmony, together with them choirs of singers………..