Arthur T. Maddaloni
August 3, 1933 ~ June 25, 2020
Maddaloni, Arthur of Nesconset passed away peacefully early in the morning on June 25, 2020, at the age of 86. As a young teacher, he returned to his Alma Mater, St. Francis Prep HS in Brooklyn, to begin his career teaching French. In 1960, he started teaching at Westbury HS where he remained for the rest of his teaching career.
He is survived by Theresa, his wife of 64 years and his daughters, son-in-law and son — Bob and Denise Keyser, Donna Maddaloni, Rev. Steven Maddaloni, and Michele Krause. He will also be missed by his four loving grandchildren and his nieces, nephews and friends.
We pray that he rests in peace with his parents Ted and Angie, his siblings Connie and Frank, and his nephews John and Frank.
We already miss him deeply and look forward to seeing him again one day.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made in his name to; St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital, 501 St. Jude Place,Memphis, TN 38105
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Visitation: June 28, 2020 2:00 pm - 4:00 pm
Branch Funeral Home Smithtown
190 E. Main St.
SMITHTOWN, NY 11787
Second Visitation: June 28, 2020 7:00 pm - 9:00 pm
Branch Funeral Home Smithtown
190 E. Main St.
SMITHTOWN, NY 11787
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God bless you Arthur and Terri, and all of the Maddaloni family. Paula and I remember Arthur as a kind and happy man, always eager to smile. We miss him so much.
May you rest in Gods arms .
I was a lucky teenager to be assigned to Mr. Maddaloni’s car for driver’s education back in the summer 1981. He had such a great personality, and time spent learning anything was never as fun.
I remember another young man was at the wheel one day, when we came to a stop sign. Mr. Maddaloni had just started to tell a tale of his recent experience behind the wheel with the hopes we could learn from the event.
The story was quite interesting, and the telling it lasted a couple minutes while the driver held his position at the stop sign. Back then, there wasn’t nearly the traffic there is today.
On concluding the story, he turned to the student driver and quipped “What are you going to do, take a picture? Let’s go!” We all laughed for a long couple minutes.
I remember when we all said goodbye a couple weeks later. He said he had enjoyed our time together with such sincerity, I knew he had also grown into the group as much as we had. I think everyone in the car felt a sadness that day knowing this was a once-in-a-lifetime event that had been especially fun. We all bonded in that car, and 40 years later, it seems like yesterday. While we all contributed, it was Mr. Maddaloni that made it especially memorable.
I never had him as a regular teacher, but some of my family did. His name comes up from time to time, always with a thankfulness for his skills as a teacher.
This great man may have moved on, but he will never be forgotten.
He’d be happy to know that I’ve retained much of my French after all these years! Que Dieu soit avec vous, Monsieur Maddaloni!
Mr. Maddaloni was my second year French teacher at the Prep… and I hated French, probably because of my first year French teacher. By the end of second year I loved French and Mr. Maddaloni so much, I took it for a third year. After graduation he left St. Francis for Westbury I went with several other of his former students to visit him there and with a gift for his new-born daughter. That’s how much we all loved him. He was an inspiration to me and an example and I became a teacher. Over the years when I traveled I dropped him postcards written in my far from perfect French to tell him how much I appreciated having him in my life. I am so sad by his passing, that I didn’t know and that I wasn’t able to pay my last respects in person. Thank you, Mr. Maddaloni. You made a difference in so many lives. You will be missed. And by the way, my daughter became a French teacher… and she is so much better than her old man. My sincere condolences to the Maddaloni family.
Was saddened to learn of Mr. Maddaloni’s passing. Had him for French class 10th and 11th grades. He was one of the best teachers I had at Westbury High School. In 11th grade, he encouraged us to speak only French from the moment we entered the classroom. We read works such as Phaedre in class, yet we would also discuss more pedestrian events, such as who was pitching for the Mets that day. It’s been well over fifty years, so forgive me if I don’t recall this exact memory: it may have been for a French Club evening dinner that was held, but I recall we bought him a beret, sunglasses, and director’s chair with his name on it. It was done out of our fondness and respect for him as both a teacher and person. Once again, my sincere condolences.