The record

Remembering
1948 – 2025
Father. Builder. Storyteller. The person everyone called when something needed fixing.

May 2002 · St. Francis Parish, Toronto · Love
Mom wanted a quiet dinner. Dad booked the parish hall, the same one, and invited everyone who was there the first time — plus everyone who wasn't. He danced with her to the same song and told the car story again, and she laughed like she'd never heard it. Ninety dollars and a borrowed car, thirty years later.
Added by Anna Smith

1988 · Campania, Italy · Travel & places
The only time I ever saw him cry. He walked us up the hill to the house he was born in — someone else lived there by then — and just stood in the road for a long time. Then he knocked, introduced himself, and within an hour we were all eating lunch in the kitchen he'd grown up in. That was his superpower.
Added by Paul Smith

1988 · Nonna's house, Toronto · Family
Every Sunday Dad would pile everyone into the car and drive us to Nonna's house on Euclid Avenue. He'd insist we leave by 11 sharp, then spend twenty minutes talking to Mr. Greco across the street before we actually pulled out. Nonna's kitchen was the size of a closet and somehow fed fourteen people. Dad's job was the espresso after lunch — nobody else was allowed to touch the machine. He'd stand at the stove, sleeves rolled up, telling the same three stories about the village, and we'd laugh like we'd never heard them. I didn't know it then, but those Sundays were the whole point.
Added by Paul Smith
The record
The record
Labourer, then foreman
1967 – 1974 · Toronto
Learned English on the job site
Founded Smith & Sons Contracting
1974 – 2025 · Woodbridge, Ontario
Sant'Agata de' Goti, Italy
1948 – 1967
Youngest of six
Napa Valley Avenue, Woodbridge
1976 – 2025
Built it with his own hands
First grandchild
2001
Arrived in Canada
April 11, 1967 · Pier 21, Halifax
One suitcase, a letter to a cousin, no English
Became a Canadian citizen
1979
The record
Wife · 1972 – 2025 · 5 photos · their page ·
Daughter · 4 photos ·
Son · 4 photos ·
Mother · 1 photo
Sayings & songs
“Measure twice.”
Every single time, and then a third. · added by Paul Smith
“A job is done when it's done properly.”
added by Anna Smith
“Nobody leaves this house hungry.”
To every guest, with a jar of sauce on the way out. · added by Maria Smith
Volare — Dean Martin
Every Sunday dinner, loudly, with the espresso. · added by Paul Smith
That's Amore — Dean Martin
added by Anna Smith
In a few words
Left for them
“Love you, Dad. Measured twice.”
— Anna Smith
“He fixed our fence the week we moved in and wouldn't take a dime. We felt at home immediately because of him.”
— Priya Sharma
“There will never be another one like him. Thank you for everything, John.”
— Dave Kowalski
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May 2002 · St. Francis Parish, Toronto · Love
Mom wanted a quiet dinner. Dad booked the parish hall, the same one, and invited everyone who was there the first time — plus everyone who wasn't. He danced with her to the same song and told the car story again, and she laughed like she'd never heard it. Ninety dollars and a borrowed car, thirty years later.
Added by Anna Smith

1988 · Campania, Italy · Travel & places
The only time I ever saw him cry. He walked us up the hill to the house he was born in — someone else lived there by then — and just stood in the road for a long time. Then he knocked, introduced himself, and within an hour we were all eating lunch in the kitchen he'd grown up in. That was his superpower.
Added by Paul Smith
+11976 · Woodbridge, Ontario · Milestones
Dad and Mom bought the lot with everything they had. He framed the house on weekends with two friends from work, paying them in sauce and beer. The bay window in the living room was a "mistake" — the supplier sent the wrong size — but he decided he liked it and built the whole front of the house around it. It's still the best room in the house.
Added by Paul Smith

September 1971 · St. Francis Parish Hall · Love
He asked me to dance three times and I said no three times, because my sister told me he was trouble. On the fourth time he said, "I'll fix your father's car for free if you say yes." I said yes. He did fix the car. He fixed it for the next forty years.
Added by Maria Smith

1988 · Nonna's house, Toronto · Family
Every Sunday Dad would pile everyone into the car and drive us to Nonna's house on Euclid Avenue. He'd insist we leave by 11 sharp, then spend twenty minutes talking to Mr. Greco across the street before we actually pulled out. Nonna's kitchen was the size of a closet and somehow fed fourteen people. Dad's job was the espresso after lunch — nobody else was allowed to touch the machine. He'd stand at the stove, sleeves rolled up, telling the same three stories about the village, and we'd laugh like we'd never heard them. I didn't know it then, but those Sundays were the whole point.
Added by Paul Smith
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