Marjorie “Jeannie” Capozzi was born on Oct. 30, 1943. She was the 3rd daughter born to Verna Allen, and the baby of the bunch. When she was four years old, due to an unfortunate accident, she became deaf. As a result, Jeannie was sent away to live and be educated at the Western PA School for the Deaf. During her time at school, she met a lot of children who shared the common bond of being deaf, many of whom remained life-long friends and acquaintances. Life for Jeannie was not always easy. She was born into a family where alcohol was present…more present than need be. Often times, she was left at her school over holidays, while others were spending those moments with family making childhood memories to last a lifetime.
While Jeannie was attending school, her father took both of her sisters and moved to California leaving Jeannie behind. She never saw her father again. It was until 40 years later that Jeannie got on a plane, flew across the country and was united with her sister, Peggy. She never saw the eldest sister, Joyce, after the day her father left. Later, alcohol would claim her mother’s life at a very young age.
Still, with all the odds against her, she made a happy, wonderful life for herself and her family. She met her husband, Angelo, at a club for people who are deaf and they married in 1970. Shortly after, they had a daughter, Vanessa. Angelo worked as a janitor and Jeannie held a job doing laundry for a nursing home. They didn’t have a lot of money working these jobs, but they had a home and lived simply…and were happy with all that they did have which was a beautifully caring and loving daughter and friends that were family. When Angelo passed away in 2003, she stayed to live in the home that they had together and where they raised Vanessa, and was the place where Jeannie took her last breath on June 18, 2019. She passed in the comfort of that home in her recliner with Vanessa holding her hand, and with her one of her favorite hospice nurses, Cindy, holding the other. Jeannie was always happy, even when she had every reason not to be. She was always giving, even when she had very little to give. And during these last years of her life when illness was raging through her body, she was ALWAYS thinking positively, even when she had no reason to do so. The love that she shared and the smile she was so willing to give will be painfully missed. But to those who knew her, we are left with a memory that will last a lifetime.