Giovanni Ciccone (pronounced chik CONE e), Ambridge, PA
Born in San Demetrio ne’ Vestini, Province of L’Aquila, Abruzzo, Italy
Immigrated to United States 1954
“They don’t make ’em like him anymore” is a phrase I often hear people use to describe Giovanni Ciccone. He is one of those larger than life figures who people seem to gravitate toward and just want to be around.
For most of his life, his home was the social center of the local Italian community and Sundays would find many of them gathered around a table in his large double garage.
Perhaps it is because of his generosity with his homemade wine or the taste of his hand cured prosciutto, or maybe it is his strong personality and colorful language that he uses liberally, mostly to elicit a smile or outright laughter, but I think it is much more that draws people to Mr. Ciccone. Most of all, I think they are responding to his young at heart attitude and zest for life, his can-do spirit, his determination and outright stubbornness that keeps him going at 93, gardening, making wine and prosciutto, canning tomatoes and caring for his large property.