LOU FONTANA
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It was just another story in some ways--a 33-year-old man was killed when his auto was struck by a drunk driver. But there's always much more to such a tragedy--the story of the life that was taken. His was quite a life, according to those who knew and loved him--a life of joy, hard work, dedication, humility and great influence.
THE MAN
Louis V. Fontana was born in Providence, RI in 1948, married his beloved Rosemary in 1974, moved to Maine in 1979. He met his untimely death here in 1982 from injuries received in an accident on Route 201.
Educated in the Providence schools, Lou graduated from Rhode Island College with a Bachelor of Science degree and a Master's in Education.
He was first employed at the J. Arthur Trudeau Memorial Center in Warwick, RI, from 1970-74 as Recreation Director, then as Adult Program Director of the Center's workshop training program. From 1974-77 Lou served as Teacher and Education Director at the Dr. Joseph P. Ladd Center in Exeter, RI. Until moving to Maine in 1979, he was Assistant Special Education Director for two years for the Northwest Education Region in Rhode Island.
For his last three years, Lou was a Special Education Consultant with the Maine Department of Education in Augusta. He and Rosemary lived in West Gardiner, then in Vassalboro. She yet resides in the Augusta area. The tragedy occurred as he was on his way home from a MADSEC event.
LOU FONTANA REMEMBERED BY HIS FRIENDS:
The following was written by a friend for Lou's memorial service, January 31, 1982.
For Lou Fontana and Those Who Knew Him
Cry out, cry out, Oh voices of anger, of grief, of disbelief,
Try to see when one caring person vacates
Others will come to fill the vacuum,
Realize that in the balance of all things,
There is imbalance; and when the weights are placed,
The scales never really stand true
Though they may look so....
Cry out, cry out, and get through the anger, the grief, the disbelief
And remember the pieces of his life that touched ourselves,
Even when his words or actions seemed like straws
He knew the straw well placed can bend a will
Can mend, can mend....
In the storm and quiet of our lives his celebration of life
Carried feeling and reason to our hearts and minds
With a special touch for those of us
Seeming out of tune or season....
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