It is hard to imagine that anyone who spent some time with Geno, didn’t come away better for it, unless perhaps you were on the other team and crossed his path on the rugby pitch, but even then there was a lesson shared, and generally one learned as well.

Geno had the heart of a warrior, with a gentle soul. He was a fierce friend, and an honest critic. There was no mistaking his voice or his laugh. He commanded respect, not because he demanded it, but because he earned it by example.

The summer that Ted Oczkowski and I spent working with Geno was the hardest I have been pushed at work, and also the work that included the most laughter, mostly at Ted or my expense. Geno always pushing the pace, but in a measured, detailed way that wasn’t about speed, but efficiency. The three of us would squeeze onto the bench seat of his pickup and head to Poulsbo where we would stay for the week- eat, work, sleep, repeat. Daily Geno would feel compelled to at some point shout at us to “Quit Fucking Around!” Even when we weren’t. If you know Geno, there was very little room for fucking around either at work, or on the rugby pitch. So we just presumed he would shout it at us out of habit, rather than necessity.

Forty years have passed since that summer, and it has been my honor and privilege to know and spend time with Geno. Mostly it has been my privilege to know him as a friend.

My deepest condolences to Katy, Anna, and Maggie.

May he rest in peace, we will re.ember him in our prayers. Noel and Angela

A true son of Ireland who made good in America! Inspiring, good humoured, industrious, kind hearted, knowledgeable, strong, athletic, wise and dependable, a man of the world! Gino will be sorely missed, but the memories live on! 

My condolences to family and friends at this sad time. 

In Memory of Gino

It’s hard to say goodbye to someone like Gino.

Eugene McCarthy—but if you called him that, he’d smile and say, “It’s Gino.” He was proud of who he was—Irish through and through—and carried a quiet strength that earned respect.

He was 11 years older than me but treated me as an equal. Where others in the company looked past me, Gino stood by me. He believed in me—and that belief kept me going.

Now I’m doing his job. I don’t know as much as he did, but I feel him on my shoulder when it gets tough. His voice still guides me.

Our birthdays were just days apart—his on September 5, mine on the 2nd—and I’ll always remember that. Gino wasn’t just my boss. He was a mentor, a friend, and a good man.

Rest easy, Gino. You made a difference, and I’ll carry that with me forever.

Memorial Testimonial for Geno

We remember and honor a man who wasn’t just my Dad’s best friend — he was truly part of our family. For more than four decades, Geno stood beside my father through every chapter of life: the milestones, the celebrations, and even the tougher roads that life threw our way. Through it all, he remained a steady, caring, and dependable presence.

Geno had a good heart — always thoughtful, always wise. He was the voice of reason when things got complicated, and yet somehow, he still knew how to bring joy, laughter, and lightness to every room he entered. He had that rare ability to make you feel seen, heard, and supported, whether you'd known him for years or just a few minutes.

He didn't just show up for my Dad — he did so for all of us. He was kind to my husband, welcomed his family with warmth, and celebrated with us on our wedding day, in London, a moment we’ll always treasure even more now.

Geno taught us by example what loyalty, friendship, and genuine goodness looks like. He was a part of the fabric of our family, woven into some of our most cherished memories, and his legacy will live on in the stories we tell and the love he gave so freely.

We are better for having known him. And we will miss him deeply. Our thoughts, love and prayers to the McCarthy girls.

Courtney Oczkowski John & Arron John