Enrico Marsicano, a longtime resident of the Bronx, died on December 1, 2020. He was 83.
Mr. Marsicano was born on January 25, 1937 in Marseilles, France to the late Saverio and Maria (Mirelli) Marsicano. On May 28, 1961 he married the love of his life, Rita (Fata), in Calabria, Italy. He started his career in food service in Consenza, Italy while working as a deli worker. He emigrated to the United States in December 1964 and in 1968 he started his own business, Rico’s Pizza, as a pizza man. He was in business for 44 years. He was a loving Husband, Father, Grandfather, Great Grandfather, Uncle, Cousin, and friend to many.
In addition to his wife Rita Marsicano he is survived by his daughters, Maria Pulice and her husband Rocco, Luisa Panica and her husband Victor, and Annarita Choy and her husband Allan; his son, Saverio Marsicano; his grandchildren, Cristina, Jessica, Saverio, Victoria, Matthew, Paul, Gina, and Nicholas; and his great-grandchildren, Jose, Michael, Leo, and Lucas.
Visiting will be Wednesday from 4-9pm at Joseph A. Lucchese Funeral Home, 726 Morris Park Avenue, Bronx. Mass of Christian Burial will be Thursday at 12pm at Holy Rosary Church, 1510 Adee Avenue, Bronx. Entombment will follow at St. Raymond’s Cemetery, 2600 Lafayette Avenue, Bronx.
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With our great sadness we will miss a great and loving man, would live with us for the rest of our lives.
Our condolence to the whole family.
From
Robert & De Ann
My family and I are going to miss dearly the man that we had the Honor of calling our Dad! God truly blessed us with a great father who loved us unconditionally. He was an example of a true gentleman.
On December 1 I lost a friend, I was only in the third grade when I first saw him. He owned the Pizzeria on University and Burnside, the only one in the block. My mother worked down Burnside, in the corner of Jerome, in a factory. After school, my sisters and I would walk past the pizzeria to get to the factory to help my mother sew clothing to pay for the catholic school we attended. On the way back, we always begged for pizza. Sometimes we got pizza and sometimes there wasn’t money for pizza. I remember Mr. Rico sometimes let my mother slide, without the full amount. I even remember him take food stamps from her when there wasn’t cash. He was kind to us and always had a smile. I’m now 54 years old and through the years I have had the pleasure to see him a few times. He never forgot me nor I him. Everytime we saw each other it was the same reaction, like seeing a long lost friend. The same kindness and always the pleasant smile. It’s strange what we remember and forget in life. Rest in Peace, my kind friend. Teresa Castillo
Le 1er décembre, j’ai perdu un ami, je n’étais qu’en troisième année lorsque je l’ai vu pour la première fois. Il possédait la pizzeria de l’université et de Burnside, la seule du bloc. Ma mère travaillait à Burnside, dans le coin de Jérôme, dans une usine. Après l’école, mes sœurs et moi passions devant la pizzeria pour nous rendre à l’usine afin d’aider ma mère à coudre des vêtements pour payer l’école catholique que nous fréquentions. Sur le chemin du retour, nous avons toujours mendié une pizza. Parfois, nous avons une pizza et parfois il n’y a pas d’argent pour la pizza. Je me souviens que M. Rico laissait parfois ma mère glisser, sans le montant total. Je me souviens même qu’il lui a pris des coupons alimentaires quand il n’y avait pas d’argent liquide. Il était gentil avec nous et avait toujours le sourire. J’ai maintenant 54 ans et au fil des années, j’ai eu le plaisir de le voir à quelques reprises. Il ne m’a jamais oublié ni moi. Chaque fois que nous nous voyions, c’était la même réaction, comme voir un ami perdu depuis longtemps. La même gentillesse et toujours le sourire agréable. C’est étrange ce que nous nous souvenons et oublions dans la vie. Repose en paix, mon cher ami.
miss & love you nanu