Angelo Indrisano of Melrose and formerly of Boston’s North End on May 23, 2015. Beloved son of the late Olimpio and Anna Marie (Micarone) Indrisano. Loving husband of Jacqueline Anne (DesRoches) Indrisano. Cherished father of Michael Angelo Indrisano of Melrose. Dear brother of Ralph of Wakefield, Joseph of Worcester and the late Victor and William. Also survived by many loving nieces and nephews.
Funeral from the Boston Harborside Home, 580 Commercial St., Boston on Monday, June 1st at 8:45am followed by a Mass of Christian Burial to be celebrated in Sacred Heart Church, North Sq. at 9:45am. The family will receive visitors on Sunday, May 31st from 2-7pm at Boston Harborside Home.
RIP My childhood friend …another life taken way to soon!!! I have many great childhood memories of you and will cherish them forever!!! Hoping you and so many other North Enders that were taking too soon are all together..my thoughts and prayers will be with your family. Forever in our hearts!!!
Angelo was a pioneer and explorer; I cannot think of a better term to describe him.
When the Aquarium was being built, and the voids in the foundation area were filled with water, he was the first to discover that huge pieces of foam could be used as boats. I walked to the aquarium that day after school and the picture of him navigating this huge chunk of foam as he stood on it, as a gondolier would his craft, is and shall be forever ingrained in my mind.
He studied and mastered EST before anyone knew what it was, achieved self-control and learning skills which he applied to everything in ways that astounded us all. He emerged as a bartender at the European, the best it ever had, and this a regular hangout for many of us because of him.
He mastered sports therapy and massage, traveling the country and abroad with the Women’s Cycling Team, had hands and a heart of gold, and would transform the weary and aching into new persons – I am living testimony to this.
Perhaps his most endearing quality was his ability to recognize the genius in others, especially his son, Michael Angelo. I remember him recounting to me one day how he warned his son of getting coal in his Christmas stocking if he misbehaved, and the joy in his eyes as described how Michael Angelo methodically (and Angelo so carefully narrated the steps) explained that receiving coal as a gift would not be such a bad thing, it could be used to write, and if it became cold it might be used as fuel for a fire.
We built go-carts together from roller skates, walked “uptown” and back – like the adventurers to the north and south poles, wherever in the world it was, Angelo was there first.
With all my love and affection I can manage with a broken heart,
your friend forever, sandro
Dear Jackie,
I was so sorry to hear about your husband,Angelo. Sandra had told me. I want you to know that my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family during this very sad time. Take care of yourself,Jackie.
Karen G.