Red Hook Remembers Rose Valenti, by Francois Lecompte and Viviana Gordon

This obituary was originally published in the July 2017 print edition.

After almost a century of living in Red Hook, Rose Valenti (née Yodice) passed away on June 5, 2017 at the age of 98. Rose was born on February 1, 1919 at 343 Van Brunt St.

Rose was one of seven children with three sisters (Millie, Anne, and Fannie) and three brothers (Dominic, Michael, and Eddie). She attended school at P.S. 30 on Conover Street. She is survived by her son Michael Valenti and husband Marco Valenti, who still lives in their home on Van Brunt Street.

At the end of this month, Marco and Rose would have celebrated their 70th wedding anniversary. They were married at Visitation Church on June 29, 1947 and gave birth to Michael the following year. Marco and Rose met in 1946 after Marco returned from serving as a medic in the 94th Infantry Division in World War II, where he received a bronze star and purple heart for his service.

At the time, Rose was working in a bakery on the corner of Van Brunt and Coffey Streets that was famous for their hot cross buns and apple turnovers, but Marco only had eyes for Rose. Rose was an excellent cook and loved children.

After they were married, Rose worked at P.S. 27 for two years before transferring to P.S. 15 when it first opened. Rose subsequently worked at P.S. 15 for 44 years in the school cafeteria where she was beloved by students and staff, including the late Patrick Daly who was a dear friend.

Marco and Rose loved to travel and went on many trips to San Francisco and, most fondly, to The Flamingo Hotel in Las Vegas.

Rose spent her life giving and doing things for others out of the kindness of her heart. Rose is remembered as a good-hearted and generous person by all, a wonderful mother to Michael, and the “woman of my life” to Marco.   

Francois Lecompte and Viviana Gordon are tenants of the Valenti home. The Lecompte family and Viviana have fond memories of Rose as a strong woman, even in the last years of her life. They will continue to care for the rose garden that Rose planted in the backyard so it may continue to bloom beautifully every spring.   

Share:

Facebook
Twitter
LinkedIn

Comments are closed.

READ OUR FULL PRINT EDITION

Our Sister Publication

a word from our sponsors!

Latest Media Guide!

Where to find the Star-Revue

Instagram

How many have visited our site?

wordpress hit counter

Social Media

Most Popular

On Key

Related Posts

Film: “Union” documents SI union organizers vs. Amazon, by Dante A. Ciampaglia

Our tech-dominated society is generous with its glimpses of dystopia. But there’s something especially chilling about the captive audience meetings in the documentary Union, which screened at the New York Film Festival and is currently playing at IFC Center. Chronicling the fight of the Amazon Labor Union (ALU), led by Chris Smalls, to organize the Amazon fulfillment warehouse in Staten

An ode to the bar at the edge of the world, review by Oscar Fock

It smells like harbor, I thought as I walked out to the end of the pier to which the barge now known as the Waterfront Museum was docked. Unmistakable were they, even for someone like me — maybe particularly for someone like me, who’s always lived far enough from the ocean to never get used to its sensory impressions, but

Quinn on Books: In Search of Lost Time

Review of “Countée Cullen’s Harlem Renaissance,” by Kevin Brown Review by Michael Quinn   “Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: / To make a poet black, and bid him sing!” – Countée Cullen, “Yet Do I Marvel” Come Thanksgiving, thoughts naturally turn to family and the communities that shape us. Kevin Brown’s “Countée Cullen’s Harlem Renaissance” is a

MUSIC: Wiggly Air, by Kurt Gottschalk

Mothers of reinvention. “It’s never too late to be what you might have been,” according to writer George Eliot, who spoke from experience. Born in the UK in 1819, Mary Ann Evans found her audience using the masculine pen name in order to avoid the scrutiny of the patriarchal literati. Reinvention, of style if not self, is in the air