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Obituary for Antoinette Fronzaglio (Triglia)

Antoinette Ann Fronzaglio, age 105, of Pittsburgh formerly of Carroll Twp., known to everyone as Toni, returned to her Lord on Monday, August 28th. Toni was born to Italian immigrants, Angelo and Rosa (LaBella) Triglia on August 21, 1918, in Clairton, PA. Toni will be remembered for her daily elegant outfits, gentle demeanor, love of family, and an unending appetite for new experiences.
Toni was born into a large Italian family; a closely-knit group she would love, support, and celebrate with during her entire lifetime.
She was preceded in death by her sons Raymond, Ronald, and Daniel, beloved partner Alfred Fronzaglio, five sisters Josephine Fronzaglio, Mary Moio, Jean Stout, Ann Lancianese, and Roslyn "Dolly" DePasquale; and four brothers, Joseph, Anthony(Nino), Francis (Fritz), and Dominick Triglia. She is survived by her daughter Denise (Jim) Rickenbrode, grandchildren Ron Jr. (Ursula Egenhofer) Fronzaglio, and Vanessa (Logan Taylor) Rickenbrode, and great-grandchildren Emilia and Lucas Fronzaglio, longtime friend Bettie Cinello, and many nieces and nephews.

During Toni’s 105 years, she served as an air raid warden during WW2, bookkeeper at Marricini grocery store, salesperson at La-Z Boy Furniture, and held various jobs interacting with people until she was well into her 80s.

Toni was artistic and creative. She was president of the Mon Valley Art Club and was often commissioned to paint portraits. She learned to play the organ in her 60s, loved singing in the St. Phillip’s choir and other choruses, and enjoyed traveling. She was involved with Sons of Italy, kept a menagerie of plants in her apartment at Baldwin Court Towers, and loved animals; fearlessly riding a camel in Morocco and squeezing all pets that came her way.

Toni considered herself a tomboy growing up and earned excellent grades in school. She played softball and was known to “shoot hoops” into her 80s. She was a devoted Catholic; when she was unable to get a ride to Nativity Catholic Church, she would walk to the Baldwin United Presbyterian Church across the street - even as a 99-year-old woman.

Toni had the grace to overlook people’s faults and shortcomings. She showed us, by her example, the importance of forgiveness and understanding. She embraced people, anyone and everyone, and taught all of us to walk in step with the Lord.

In her last four decades, despite not having monetary wealth, Toni lived a rich life. Her wit, sense of humor, and grace attracted people to her. She received amazing care from caregivers at Community Life, Charles Morris, and for the last three years of her life, Concordia Villa Saint Joseph. The aids, staff, and even young boys from food services sought out Toni for a visit. She was always wheeling down the halls in search of her next new adventure. In doing so, she brought smiles and laughter to the staff. Her purpose in life, which is all of ours, was to bring heaven on Earth to all who crossed her path.

Arrangements have been entrusted to the Anthony L. Massafra Funeral Home and Cremation Service, Inc., 40 Second Street Extension, Donora, PA 15033 (724) 379-6900 where the family will receive friends from 2:00 PM to 4:00 PM, and from 6:00 PM to 8:00 PM on Friday, September 1, 2023. Prayers will be recited in the funeral home 10:30 AM on Saturday September 22,2023 followed by a Mass of Christian Burial at St. Andrew the Apostle Parish Donora Campus at 11:00 AM.

Interment will follow at Monongahela Cemetery, Monongahela, PA

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Every human being has a unique and singular relationship with every other human being. The combination of experiences shared can in no way be duplicated, so no two are alike. My forty-one-year relationship with my mother-in-law, Toni Fronzaglio, began when I was dating Denise and Toni was still married and living in Carroll Township. Toni was always welcoming, loving, and appreciative of me from day one. After Denise and I were married, I learned early on that my mother-in-law was a very special lady. Toni would often greet me with, “There’s my handsome son-in-law”, or “How are you doing, Jim?” It was genuine, and it was every time. She was as sweet as sweet can be. That unbelievably rewarding relationship ended today when Toni left her loved ones behind and returned to her creator. This afternoon we lost one of God’s most exceptional and inspiring ladies. Depending on which birthday documentation we refer to, she was an ambitious 104 or an overachieving 105-year-old. Either way, she embodied the qualities of an ambitious Italian woman who had a purpose in her steps, love in her heart, and a to-do list that never ended. Toni’s body wore out long before her love for social interaction did. Until her last days, she shared wisecracks, held hands, offered compliments, and forced her caregivers to smile. And she made them cry, too. Sad faces dripping with tears watched as Toni was taken from their facility and moved into an ambulance. Their work experience had them convinced one of their all-time favorites was not coming back. Hearts were broken only because Toni had touched so many of them. Everyone who met her couldn’t help but love her. They wanted to know her, hug her, admire her, and emulate her. Do you know, that even the teenage boys working in the nursing home’s kitchen would purposely make an effort to visit Toni? She also had an eye for fashion. Anyone looking good got complimented by the lady wheeling down the hall. She built sincere friendships by simply sharing herself with others. Everyone had a special one-on-one relationship with Toni, so here’s a tiny sample of mine. After her divorce, Toni would often invite her family, including me and Denise to her small apartment for her version of an Italian feast. Her love for family interaction and her enthusiasm for being part of a celebration were very alive in her heart. She enjoyed preparing her favorite meals for loved ones and treasured the comradery and laughter that went along with those gatherings. I understand tripe is a common Italian food item and that the depression had something to do with its popularity with certain families. But, eating the stomach of a cow when I had many other choices wasn’t ever going to be a favorite activity of mine. Yet, my mother-in-law tried to feed it to me. Not once, but twice. I enjoyed her fried chicken, stuffed mushrooms, spaghetti and meatballs, but my fork suddenly came to an abrupt halt when I realized something with the mouthfeel of rubber bands was interrupting my enjoyment of her feast. Toni chuckled; you know her short, innocent, childish, little chuckles. Then, she finally confessed. I wasn’t angry. I just didn’t want to eat tripe. So, I told her and Denise that I would never like it, and I never wanted it on my plate again. Toni tried it again. But this time, she told me it wasn’t tripe that was hidden beneath her delicious tomato sauce. It was. She chuckled again. Toni and I both knew she tried to trick me, and she thought it was funny. Forever, I’ll remember this story, Toni’s chuckles, kind gestures, and giving heart. And, forever, I’ll remember the unique and satisfying relationship I had with my adorable mother-in-law. Rest in peace, dear sweet Toni.