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Tuesday, March 7, 2006
I've worked with Carmen's son, Terry, for many years. I never met Carmen, only heard how Terry described him from time to time with tremendous love and affection; he must have been a remarkable man. I know he will be greatly missed by his family and friends. My deepest sympathies go out to all of them.
Olinda Sawyer
osawyer@hensleyind.com
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
Terry,
Hey man just wanted to let you
know you are in my prayers, and we love you. Look to the hills
which come our help all our help comes from the Lord.
Lamon Bursey
lbursey@hensleyind.com
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
Unfortunately, I never had the honor of meeting Mr. Noto, but I have had the pleasure and honor of meeting his son, Terry through working at Hensley Industries in Dallas, TX. I only know what a wonderful person his son, Terry turned out to be and with that, it is obvious that Mr. Carmen A. Noto was also a wonderful person. My deepest condolences to Terry and all his family for their loss. I pray the Lord's presence be among you during this very difficult time.
Laura Rodriguez
lrodriguez@hensleyind.com
Wednesday, March 8, 2006
Cheryl, Swanny and children,
Our hearts and prayers go out to you during this time of loss. Please know you are in our thoughts, and remember God has a plan for all of us. I did not know much of anything about Carmen, but with the flag waving, I assume he was in the service to our country. We are truly grateful for this, and for the fine family he left us to enjoy.
God bless,
Vernon and Betty
vernonmoore8388@sbcglobal.net
Wednesday, March 8, 2006
Dear Aunt Reenie and Family~
I was so sorry to hear about Uncle Carm's passing. I remember as a little girl how much charm and class he exuded. He always spoke fondly of his children Terry and Cheryl. May he enter the Gates of Heaven and rest in eternal peace. May you and your family be comforted during this difficult time.
Tanya Garren
tanya_garren@msn.com
Thursday, March 9, 2006
Grandpa,
I love you very much and will miss you tremendously. I know you are in a better place now and are looking down on us now. Don't worry about Grandma - we'll take care of her.
Love,
Ash
aswanson@zadv.com
P.S. I think I'll have a creamsicle
in your honor!
Thursday, March 9, 2006
Terry,
I am so sorry for your loss, unfortunately I know how hard this can be. I would like to send my condolences to you and your family. Don't forget you will always have the memories in your heart; no one can take those away from you. You are in my prayers.
Ivonne Carpenter
Hensley Industries
icarpenter@hensleyind.com
Thursday, March 9, 2006
Although never meeting Mr. Noto personally, he was spoken of with great adoration and love by his son Terry. My deepest sympathies go out to his friends and family.
Shanna Easley
seasley@hensleyind.com
Thursday, March 9, 2006
Dear Mrs. Noto, Mrs. Swanson and Family,
My deepest regards go out to all of you during this time. I really wish I had the chance to meet Mr.Noto. I know he was a wonderful man because he has a wonderful granddaughter, Taylor. Taylor had so many great things to say about you, Mr. Noto. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
P.S. Thanks for your service to our Country! May God Bless You!
Jason Doherty
Jdoherty11@msn.com
Friday, March 10, 2006
I will always remember your deep love and devotion to Mom and
both Terry and me. You were and will always be larger than life
in my eyes. I admired and love you so much. You are my hero. I'm
so glad that I know we will be together again, I look forward
to that day, but for now please watch over all of us and keep
us safe.
Love ya Dad,
Cheryl
mommaswany4@aol.com
The following tribute was reading at the Funeral Mass for Carmen by his son Terry.
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Good Morning and thank you for being here. Tom Brokaw called them "The Greatest Generation". The men and women that grew up in this country during "The Great Depression". They went on to fight for our freedom in World War II. The fortunate ones returned home, started families, and lead this country into a long period of growth and prosperity. We are here today as proof of their pride and courage. Tom Brokaw didn't know my Dad... but Carmen Noto was the heart and soul of "The Greatest Generation". Like his peers, he grew up during the "Depression". The son of Italian immigrants. At nineteen, he enlisted in what was then the Army Air Corps. Along with his brother Joe, they flew 33 missions over enemy territory to deliver their payload to the intended target. "All the Brave Young Men" According to the stats. . . They only had a one in three chance of coming back alive. Imagine that at Nineteen. Imagine what it must have been like in that airplane. But they made it back... not always in the same condition... but they made it back. When Pop returned to the states, like many other GI’s, he went to work in the private sector, but he stayed connected to his roots in the Military as an Air Force Reservist reaching the rank of Lt. Colonel. He reunited with the woman of his dreams.. .the woman who would become his wife. Carm really loved Renee... and he really loved his family in the truest sense... Dad was a "Family" Man. He was a wonderful provider... he was a caring father and a grandfather... and he was a loyal and devoted husband... I've said before... He always put his family first... Always. We feel honored to have been his children. We are grateful to have know such an "Honorable" Man" And a member of "The Greatest Generation" |
Wednesday, March 8, 2006
"Carm" Noto and I served many years together on the P'burg Police Force, including some time as detectives. He served from 1952 to 1963 and I served from 1956 to 1968. While Carm's passing over the threshold is, of course, most solemn, thoughts of our past encounters certainly conjure up some of the hardened and sensitive experiences that should forever remain untold to the general public for whatever reasons. That leaves much of the lighter side of police work which has its own merits in remembering a comrade-in-arms when it comes to final good-bye's.
During the day-shift one afternoon, Sgt. Andy Tarpey was on desk duty in police headquarters while Carm (still in uniform and not yet a detective) was out on routine patrol with a marked patrol car. I was on routine patrol also but in another car when I heard Carm radio to headquarters for a "backup" as he was stopping a suspicious vehicle on Marshall Street near Roseberry Street in the vicinity of then Bill Norton's Esso Service Station/Oil Company. I intercepted the transmission and told Tarpey I got the message and I would go to the scene. Carm had not specified any type of emergency in requesting assistance so it was not necessary for me to take off with red lights flashing and sirens screaming.
In short order, I entered the overall scene and could see Carm in the distance routinely checking the motorist out along with another young lad. By the time I pulled up and got out of the police car, Carm laughingly said everything was alright as the two young lads got in their car and took off. I asked Carm what was so funny. He said he had pulled up behind the suspicious vehicle as it turned off Roseberry Street onto Marshall Street and he got a glimpse of a man's foot and ankle sticking out of the partially open trunk . He said he stopped the vehicle and got out cautiously to check the situation. The driver approached Carm and said, "Ya' got me, officer, the body's in the trunk!" Carm sized up the situation and immediately determined nothing to be seriously wrong because the driver was too casual in his approach, especially in the daylight when it's not a smart thing to have human body parts hanging out of the back of a car. Before Carm could check the trunk himself, the driver lifted the trunk lid and a guy crawled out in perfectly fine shape and smiling sheepishly. The driver told Carm that the two of them had been trying to locate a strange noise and they determined the best way to locate it was to have one of them ride in the quiet confines of the trunk and perhaps the noise might be detected easier. Along with a good laugh, Carm still cautioned the two lads about their unsafe practice and suggested they seek the help of a bonafide auto mechanic.
Back in those days Phillipsburg was on the tail end of a soft community atmosphere of closely knit togetherness with the townsfolk... a lot on a the first-name basis. Life was at a slower pace with violence and hardened criminal activity basically a rarity. At certain times I guess we fell into the "Barney Fife" and "Car 54, Where Are You?" syndrome in comparison to the kind of highly trained, flak-jacketed, gas masked and combat-ready troopers we have today.
Anyway, one more short story about Carmen Noto and I'll let him rest throughout eternity with a smile. This time we were on the "graveyard shift", midnight to 8:00 AM. Again, Carm was on routine patrol alone and I was patrolling with a partner (his name is lost in the dust of time now) in a separate sector than Carm. It was our duty to split up and check business places for any unlocked doors and windows or for possible burglars. As a place was checked on the scene, we would call the name of the business into the desk-officer and he marked the time we checked it on a nightly printed check-list.
On this one particular quiet night, early morning actually, a sergeant was on desk duty. Keep in mind that the midnight shift is a normally desolate and boring one at times and mother nature has never completely taught the human body how to stay totally awake throughout the entire shift. Everything was going fine until Carm got involved in an extremely rare mishap with the patrol car. He was involved in slowly cruising around a gas station on Memorial Parkway with his spotlight on the building before getting out to check the doors and windows when he was suddenly jolted out of his wits. A telegraph pole jumped right out in front of him and he hit it head on. He had forgotten about the pole being there, a strange quirk of fate that sometimes happens to us all no matter what our profession might be. Fortunately he was not hurt but the patrol car was rendered out of commission for the night.
The only thing Carm could do was to radio the desk officer of the problem which he did. "Hey, Sarge, I just struck a pole. You're gonna have to call a tow truck to take it to the town garage." The sergeant obviously had been lulled into "closing his eyes for a moment of silent prayer" and obviously did not hear Carm's message properly. He radioed back to Carm, "Okay, get his license plate number and bring it in for the report." Carm, of course, embarrassed enough as it was for him, gave the message to the sergeant again and the matter was taken care of. Needless to say, the sergeant took a bit of razzing for awhile.
Carm resigned from the department to go on to greener pastures before I did and I don't believe I've seen him only once in close to 40 years. However, whatever his Creator has in store for him, I'm sure it will be done flawlessly. I can only wish him Peace and Eternal Rest.
Ron Wynkoop, Sr.
Monday, April 10, 2006
My heart goes out to Mr. Noto's family. I had the pleasure of working in the same building as Mr. Noto and also of knowing his daugher Cheryl. Mr. Noto was the epitome of what a caring and generous person should be. His smile and "corny" jokes and constant visits into the Warren County Nutrition Program's office was something that we looked forward to.
No matter where I seen him, no matter what the weather I could count on a smile and kind word from him.
The world was a better place because of people like Mr. Noto and I feel honored that for numerous years my days were touched by his present.
Again, my sincere and profound condolences to Mr. Noto's family.
Sherri Izak Brockel
slib52256@hotmail.com