Tickled by the way his girlfriend pronounced the word
"hamburger," Jerry Marca nicknamed her "Burger."
It was their long-running joke: "Burger, where are you?" or
"Burger, let's go!"
At their wedding reception, Marca had a talk with the band conductor
and soon the romantic strains of "Hold the pickle, hold the
lettuce…" were drifting across the dance floor.
Marca was a devout, sensitive, fun-loving man who enjoyed old hymns,
good food and good fun. When he was around, no one was safe from his
gentle teasing.
Gerolamo "Jerry" Marca died Aug. 8 of cancer. The longtime
Valley resident was 48.
Marca was born in the village of Agrigento, Sicily. When he was only
4, he came to America with his parents, Emmanuele and Maria, aboard the
ship Queen Frederica. After 11 cold, stormy days at sea, they arrived in
the United States and settled in Newark, N.J. When he was naturalized
around 1960, Gino, as he was known to his family, changed his name to
Jerry, like his favorite comedian, Jerry Lewis.
In 1962, the family moved to West Paterson, N.J., where Marca grew up
a typical teenager of the time, bowling and playing baseball with his
brothers, and listening to lots of rock 'n' roll music.
After graduating from Passaic Valley High School in 1969, Marca
worked for Heathkit, which sold all sorts of electronic gizmos in kit
form, to be assembled at home. Marca made his first TV set from a
Heathkit.
Part of his job was to call the General Electric Credit Corp. for
credit checks. Chiara Stella Acacia liked his voice and always tried to
take his calls. For a year or so, they'd chitchat between credit checks,
and eventually discovered they had a lot in common - both were Italian
and had been born overseas.
When they finally met at her parents' house, the first thing Stella's
father said to Marca was that he needed a haircut. Later, Marca
nervously spilled a drink on the sofa. Despite the rocky start, Marca
and Stella married in Bloomfield, N.J., in 1975, and went to the newly
opened Disney World on their honeymoon.
They came to Phoenix in 1979 and, after stints at an insurance
company and United Van Lines, Marca started working for American
Express, first as a new accounts analyst, then in the credit card fraud
department. He enjoyed the challenge of investigative work and got quite
good at it, his team winning the Chairman's Award for Quality in 1993.
Marca's daughters, both adopted, were the world to him. He took great
delight in coaching Juliana's softball team and Daniella's soccer team.
His daughters' teammates loved him, as he stressed participation, rather
than winning, and wasn't afraid to tell overzealous parents to cool it
if they were stressing the kids.
Marca enjoyed the one-liners of Rodney Dangerfield and Henny Youngman
and often traded punch lines with his daughters. .
He knew his way around the kitchen, too, and made a mean lasagna, but
cream puffs were his specialty. Breakfasts were always a treat, and if
Marca wasn't making pancakes, he often made Saturday morning doughnut
runs.
A creative man, Marca wrote essays, poetry and short stories. He
operated his own newspaper as a kid and often set up department
newsletters. In recent years he operated the "Whispering Hope"
Web site, which is filled with inspirational stories, Bible verses,
letters and poetry.
Marca knew just about every hymn there was, and his favorite was Constantly
Abiding. During his illness, the Desert Ridge Community Church
supported the Marcas every way it could. A young member took her violin
to the hospital and played hymns for Marca for two hours. Another member
came to their home to sing for him.
One of the happiest days of his life was in 1985, when he got a call
at work telling him that, at last, there was a beautiful baby girl ready
to be adopted. There was a moment of silence then, as he shook his fists
in the air and everyone realized what happened, the room broke into
loud, sustained applause.
Marca is survived by his mother, Maria, of Phoenix; wife, Stella, of
Phoenix; daughters Juliana and Daniella, both of Phoenix; and brothers
Sal, of Carmichael, Calif., and John and Joe, both of Phoenix.
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