The Anthony W. Marro Foundation, Inc. is a not for profit organization under the 501 C3 code. EIN # 26-304-608.
The Anthony W. Marro Foundation
"Together we can fight diabetes, while easing its effect on families."
Who was Anthony W. Marro?
Anthony W. Marro was your regular dad, brother, uncle, son, cousin and friend. He had three kids and a brother. "Tony" was known to be a dad that never missed an event that his children were in and enjoyed family gatherings. He was the life of the party no matter what the occasion. His morals, values and ethics were passed on through his children and anybody he met. As he said often "Family is the most important part of life. Friends may come and go, but family is forever." Please read a little about the man who loved his family so much.
A story about Anthony "Tony" Marro from his son "T":
"I remember that I had a baseball game on the day my father had to get his toe amputated. His kidneys had failed and his circulation was very bad in his feet. It was going to be the first game he ever missed since I started playing at 4 years old. The doctors wanted him to spend the night in the hospital. As I was taking warm ups with the team, I saw a skinny, fragile man walking towards the field. He was limping, and to my amazement it was my father. I had never seen my father cry before, but this day was different. He had a large bandage on his foot and had a cane. He stopped every 5 feet and wept like a little boy. When he reached the bleachers he collapsed in relief. I ran to him and asked him why he was there. He wiped his tears away, trying to hide them and said "I have never missed a game and don't intend to miss one, now go get a couple hits today." Little did I know, that he let himself out of the hospital against doctors wishes. Just to see a non-league high school baseball game. This was the type of guy he was."
A bit about "Tony" from his oldest daughter Mary:
Dad had a sense of humor that never quit even when he was sick. He referred to the kids as Rugrats long before there was a cartoon. He has these sayings that were part of his everyday dialogue, as a teenager I would cringe but now I find myself repeating his lines . . .Better than a sharp stick in the eye . . . .Put an egg in your shoe and beat it . . .the list goes on. My father taught me the importance of family. He was a loving, caring father who wanted to “know” his children before there were terms like “quality time”. It came naturally to him. When my first marriage failed and I was suddenly a single Mom there were no questions. My father said, “You will come live with us” and I did. This was the most precious time with my father. He was on disability because the years of being insulin dependant had taken its toll. My dad was still the same guy though, easy going, thoughtful, funny and intelligent. During that time I got to know him on a whole new level yet there was always that feeling of safety and the assurance that he would be there to help me fine my way. My Dad loved being a grandfather and enjoyed every second with my son. He was always generous with compliments and affection but the compliment I treasured most from my father is when he told me that he thought I was a wonderful mother. My father instilled in me that I was special, that I could accomplish anything I wanted bad enough but the most important thing I can do for myself and the world is take care of my family. I have heard my brother say Dad was just a “regular guy”, some people would say “traditional”. To the outside observer that may be evident. As I grow older I have learned that men who love there children with their whole heart, who truly want to be there for the big moments and the small ones are few and far between. My Dad was one of those guys. He gave us everything material he could, but most of all he gave us his time, his ear, his shoulder and his heart.
Some memories from his youngest daughter Irene:
To this day I still think of my father as the smartest man I ever met. When I was a sophomore in high school studying Chemistry; just about every day I would come home with an impossible homework assignment . I would bring it to Dad while he was watching re-runs of the horse races and he would without fail, every time, with one eye on the TV and one on my homework help me understand my otherwise impossible Chemistry lesson for the day. I remember that to interrupt him while watching horse racing re-runs was a nerve wrecking thing as a kid, because knowing he was on disability and struggling with exhaustion from dialysis treatments twice a week, horseracing was his sweet little escape that you could tell made him relax and just enjoy life that little bit more. His sense of humor was one that I have brought with me throughout my life. For a man who was suffering every second of every day with hard to control blood sugar, a low functioning kidney, heard disease, circulation problems, and so much more I would have never realized as a kid, he never stopped from laughing. It’s his unique laughter with an occasional snort and general sense of humor that has always helped me get through tough times. If my father could push through and begin every day looking like he slept with a coat hanger in his mouth, as we would say, then there isn’t anything too difficult in life that I can’t get through. My fondest memory which will forever leave me with a void was our before bed ritual. Every night before bed I would go into my parent’s bedroom and gave Dad a goodnight kiss on the cheek and tell him I loved him. He would say back, "Love you Bear, but you’re nose is cold!". I would laugh and then go to bed with a smile on my face. I remember after Dad had passed; walking into the bedroom where he would have normally been waiting for the good night kiss; and just standing there, crying at the realization that I wasn’t going to hear those words tonight or maybe ever again. When I met my husband almost 7 years ago, I can remember one night the first month of us dating, I had given him a kiss goodbye on the cheek, and he said “God, you’re nose is cold” after laughing and crying like a fool I realized it was dad’s little way of keeping me smiling. It wasn’t until I grew up that I realized that the years that I did get to share with my father have shaped the person I am today. Watching how my father fought to carry on with our lives, like he wasn’t suffering taught me that no matter what challenges life throws at you, you can get through them, with family and laughter.
A funny story from Joan, his wife of two kids:
We just bought our first house on Priddle point. We went to a Halloween party with some people that worked with Dad.
Dad and I thought it would be fun to go to the Costumer in Schenectady and actually rent a costume.
We rented two clown costumes.... WE HAD A BALL AT THE PARTY, We won the prize for the best costume, which was a free oil change to Firestone.
We drove home after the party and realized our house keys were in the house, so we decided to climb in the bedroom window, not a good idea, one of the neighbors didn't know it was us and called the cops. The cops were going to take us to the police department, we had to convince the cops that it was our house and we forgot our keys, It took awhile, they asked us if we knew any of the neighbors and we said yes, the next door neighbor so they knocked on the door and woke them up to see if they recognized us .... they did inspite of the clown paint we had on our faces.... we laughed the entire night and for quite sometime after....our neighbors thought it was a riot... any neighbors we didn't know we got to know after that incident.
WHO WE ARE:
The Anthony W. Marro Foundation is a non-profit 501 (c)(3) not for profit organization started up by Tony Marro and his family to honor his father, Anthony W. Marro. Anthony was a "regular" dad who battled diabetes his whole life and this horrible disease finally took his life on June 21, 1995, the day before his sons' high school graduation.
To honor Anthony, there is a golf tournament held to raise money to give to various diabetes organizations. The golf tournament is held at Airway Meadows, in Gansevoort, NY on the first weekend of October. The first year, the AWM Foundation gave a donation to the American Diabetes Association. The second year we gave to the Albany County Diabetes Coalition. The third year we gave to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation.
Often times non profit organizations are named and founded because a person was famous or rich. It is rare to be a part of an organization where it honors the everyday person; the type of person that makes the world a better place, without fame or money. This organization represents the everyday parent, friend, or family member that may never be famous in the worlds eyes, but the eyes of the people they have touched. Help us recognize the "regular" family member. The one that you remember and love. Help us fight the diabetes, the disease that hurts so many.
A story from a family friend:
I was a regular at the Marro household; as much as a regular that you could have been without actually being a Marro. Anthony's son was one of my best friends (and still is 25 years later) and I would spend countless hours hanging out at the house around the Marro clan. The place was the epicenter for all of the kids to hang out and that in itself is a testament to Anthony and his wife Joan and how welcome they made everyone feel who came over.
I remember a particular moment that has stayed and will stay with me for the rest of my life. During my years growing up, I lived in the neighborhood and often I would go to hang out with Tony Jr. with Anthony there. I would often go there unexpected as my dad and I fought A LOT. Their house would always be a place of refuge for me during those teenage years when as a teen, you always thought you were right and misunderstood, and your parents were always wrong and not understanding.
My experience during these times were particularly bad and often during very loud screaming matches involving my father and myself, I would storm out and head to the Marro's for solace and comfort. There was one time in particular that I had come over and walked into the Marro house and was welcomed with open arms (as always). Anthony Sr. was sitting at the kitchen table, looking at the racing program for tomorrow's races and asked me to sit with him. I obliged and knew I was going to get one of the classic Marro handicapping lessons, of which I would get many (such as "never bet a horse that hasn't gone 2 turns" (in a route race) and "horses for courses" (horses favoring certain tracks)).
As I sat down he looked at me and said "what's the matter kid?" as he could clearly see in my face I had come from a really bad fight back home. My response, of course, was "Nothing, I am ok, just wanted to get out of the house - too much yelling".
Tony Sr. stood up in his very fragile way, limped to the fridge, grabbed me a soda, and came back and put his hand on my shoulder as he sat back down at the table and said "Hey, you can come over here any time you want, and there will probably be yelling here too, but it will NEVER be at you."
"Now, lets get back to work.".....and we resumed looking at the program together.
A wide smile crossed my face, and it had been the first smile I had in days. The most interesting part of the story was....Tony Jr., my good friend, wasn't even there. He was working at the mall and I had they day off during this summer day.
That is the kind of guy Anthony Marro Sr. was. That is the kind of people Marro's are. And that is why he was like a father to me and their family is my own.