George Pecoraio

George was easy going; some said he was set in his ways, others knew he was stubborn. He was a great provider; George worked his whole life through but he found his real calling late in life. He loved being a grandfather: he was spoiler in chief. If the parents said “no”, he’d always be good for a “yes” and Mr. Softee never made it past his house without him flagging it down. Downtime found him taking the occasional trips to the casinos: he battled the slots in Atlantic City and later at Parx since it was closer. George was great behind the stove: Broccoli rabe was his specialty followed closely by seven fishes. And the best of what he made originated in his garden, especially the tomatoes and basil. He hosted his fair share on Sunday dinners and the holidays (Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving). Best of all was toasting with his homemade wine. And, most likely, he’d have a glass of red in one hand while tossing bocce with his other.  If his T.V was on he’d be checking out some old Westerns, especially Gunsmoke and some old war movies. Or at least falling asleep to one of them. George was a yard fanatic; his grass rivaled Augusta. He will be sadly missed.

George is survived by his son: Louis (Amanda) Pecoraio; grandchildren: Samantha (Ryan), Victoria, and Louis; a great-grandson Givonni.

Come celebrate 93 great years Thursday 8:30 a.m.-9:30 a.m. at Sweeney Funeral Home, Riverside, where there will be a 10 a.m. service. Interment St. Peters Cemetery.