Journaling 04/18/24
This journaling is a bit different as there’s some history sprinkled into the mix. But first, we will start with why I chose to write today.
I’ve learned over the past few years that GOD can speak to us in all kinds of ways. We happened to have discussed just that in our bible study this past week. GOD will often toss a word, question or phrase into my head that He wants me to ‘think on’, dig into, research for various reasons. In this way, He also uses dreams. I’ve come to understand that if I have a dream that seems really random, odd, or out of left field OR the individual in the dream is speaking directly to me, as in making eye contact, there’s a reason. I need to pay attention and try to figure out the why behind it, there’s a lesson, a healing, something He wants me to get.
So, about a month ago, I woke up and realized that I had been dreaming about Sal Marino. Now I knew who this person was, I was well acquainted with him peripherally as he owned the company where my boyfriend worked, whom I will refer to as D, who later became my first husband. D started there part-time, afternoons, having been recruited from the Vocational school we both attended our senior year of high school. I was taking photography, looking for easy credits and to get out of regular classes. He was taking auto mechanics. This is how we met, catching the bus from the high school to “voc” as we called it. He was hired to keep up the company fleet of cars and did minor stuff like oil changes and such. Once we graduated, he went there fulltime and worked for many years, learning plant maintenance, production, etc. I hand it to him, all his training was hands on, on the job. Although we were tight financially in those days, he eventually worked his way up to a six figure salary. That was well after we were divorced. I have to say I’m proud of him for that.
This business was the California Cheese Co in San Jose.
San Jose History | CALIFORNIA CHEESE COMPANY | Facebook
“At one point Marino’s company controlled 85% of California’s mozzarella and ricotta business. Marino was married to Precious Maggio, daughter of Michael Maggio, who was reportedly a capo in the Philadelphia crime family for many years.”
Precious was the cheese brand name. We used to get tons of fresh cheese for free. Eventually the company was sold, I think to Sorrento Cheese. The actual building is long gone. The Precious brand still exists but I have no idea who makes it now.
One of the things I remember from those days was on the weekends, the milk trucks would come in and D had to spray them out once they were emptied. I always thought it was such a waste that they’d dump the whey down the drain in the parking lot. Eventually they did start either using it or selling it.
D loved working there and it was obvious that the boss, Sal Marino, had an affinity for D.
For our senior prom, he allowed D to ‘borrow’ one of the company cars for the night.
One of D’s cars was an ex company car, a black Cordoba Sal let him buy for a good deal. This pic is pretty close to what it looked like.
So, there was history here. The Marinos gave D his first job, treated him well, in some ways you could say, favored him. The company had a store attached to the factory and a few times I bought stuff there. Usually though, D just brought it home for free. No one ever said anything about that. I used to get boxes of parmesan and pass it around to family and friends. It was about the size of a gallon of milk.
October of 1977, a few months after we graduated, D was working either swing (3-11 pm) or graveyard shift (11-7). I honestly don’t recall other than someone was on vacation and he was filling in. This shift didn’t have a lot to do, mainly it was having someone on the grounds in case something happened, more than likely it was overnight. Basically, the production line was shut down and the plant was quiet and empty. So, he’d call me to talk on the phone.
This one night as we were yakking away D suddenly popped out with an expletive and said that the power had gone off and he’d call me back. After a while he did, said he had no idea what had happened, but it was back on now. He’d walked around the building and the property and all he saw was Sal and some guys spraying down one of the parking lots. Kind of odd time to be there but maybe they were cleaning their cars or something.
Well, it was a little more than that and an event that had the city tongues wagging for years.
Apparently, the Marinos were a mafia family.
San Jose Mafia Family Chart – GangsterBB.NET Forums for Mafia Movies & More
Members of the San Jose Mafia Family
Marino, Angelo “Don Marino”
* boss of San Jose Mafia Family from 1978 until 1983
* son of Salvatore Marino, member of Pittsburgh Mafia Family
* owner of the California Cheese Company
* born on May 31, 1924 in Sharon, PA
* passed away on February 9, 1983 in San Jose
Marino, Salvatore
* capo of San Jose Mafia Family
* son of Angelo
* became a made member in 1977
* born around 1948 in Sharon, PA
* reported to be still alive and living in San Jose
I think D knew, but whether that info had been relayed to me, I don’t think so. I recall no misgivings or hesitations about Sal, the company, job etc prior to. But I did now as D was worried cause he was the one who was on the clock when this went down and yes, he was questioned. Other than the men hosing down the asphalt, he’d not seen or heard anything but he was definitely a bit fearful that they might think he did and either pressure him or do something to shut him up. Yeah, we had some unnerving discussions about all this.
San Jose crime family – Wikipedia
The son of reputed mobster and California 'cheese king'… – UPI Archives
So, what did happen that night? You can look it up online-the info is out there.
“In the last act of what would be the final comedy of errors in a circus that had performed for thirty-five years, five men gathered together on this Tuesday evening to sort out a problem that was more fitting a Looney Tunes cartoon than a Mafia engagement.
In September, Peter Catelli applied for a job, paying $10 an hour at California Cheese. Marino rejected him as unsuitable.
Catelli’s father, Orlando, was an associate in the Cerrito mob.
Based on court records, “In the first week of October 1977, Catelli (Peter) wrote an extortion letter to Angelo demanding $100,000 on pain of death. Angelo contacted one of his soldiers, Joseph Piazza, for help to resolve the attempted extortion. Piazza then telephoned another associate, Thomas Napolitano, to arrange a sit-down with Peter Catelli and his father, Orlando Catelli, to sort this out.” (5)
Twenty-four and six feet eight inches tall, Catelli had more bulk than brains. Putting the arm on the Mafia is not smart.
“I must be crazy,” he told his father, “but it’s not everybody who takes on the Mafia.”
Marino, Catelli senior, and the other two wanted to scare the young Catelli out of this crazy idea and set up a meet at the California Cheese office, a mobile home or trailer, on the grounds of the factory. Napolitano, related to the Catelli’s by marriage, escorted the young man to the office.
Also in attendance, that night was Marino’s son, Salvatore (right), twenty-nine, who had a long police record and a penchant for violence. He’d not attended the conference with his father and the associates, so perhaps, was not aware of what the plan was. The first thing he did when Peter walked into the office was to slug him with a revolver. As the son lay bleeding on the floor, Orlando pleaded for the boy’s life.
In a confusing stage-act set up to scare the young man, Marino and Piazza escorted Orlando into another room and there, Piazza fired a revolver into a box of cheese stored there. Simultaneously, another shot echoed from the room they’d just left. Salvatore, hearing the noise, assumed his father had killed Orlando, so fired a round from his revolver into Peter’s head, killing him. As the distraught Orlando ran in and crouched over the body, Salvatore fired and hit him in the head.
Bundling the two bodies into the trunk of Orlando’s Cadillac, a wheelman only ever identified as “Andy” is instructed to leave the car at the long-term parking at Oakland Airport. This being the San Jose mob, Andy did everything right and got it all wrong, unbelievably missing an entire airport, he kept driving on the Nimitz Highway until arriving on The Bay Bridge and then, minutes later, into San Francisco. Panicking, Andy dumps the car on Harrison Street in the Mission District. Maybe no big deal, except Catelli senior, shot in the head, was not dead.
Somehow surviving the gunshot wound, Orlando bangs away on the inside of the car’s trunk, alerting a woman nearby.
The police arrest Angelo, his son, and the other two conspirators. After spending over $1 million on the case, Santa Clara County then transferred it to Los Angeles as the prosecution was being challenged for bias because of the local media publicity. After fourteen years and four trials, it finally reached a conclusion. Nothing appears easy with this gang.
Sal Marino went away for nine years. Angelo is found guilty of second-degree murder. On appeal, the court overturns his case. While awaiting a second trial, he dies in a hospital in Rancho Mirage in 1983, of a heart attack triggered by diabetes. The cheese business, sold off by his biological family in 1986, closed in 2002. The location is now a housing development. Orlando Catelli moved to Florida. If he’s alive, he’ll be ninety-one.
There were rumors Salvatore Marino assumed the leadership of the crime family after release from prison. He then had a busy time, suing his family who had sold off the cheesey business, and then, again arrested, this time for owning guns while on probation. Back in the slammer in 1994, he’s released from San Quentin in 1998.
If still around, he’s seventy-two. Maybe the boss of the San Jose zimmer frame gang?”
It took years for the court cases to be finished. I recall one summer at the company picnic Sal came up to D and asked to be introduced to me, having ‘heard all about me’. He was a nice looking man, shook my hand, said a few pleasantries. I remember thinking, ‘I’m shaking the hand of a murderer’.
It was a bit surreal.
So, why in the world would I be dreaming about Sal Marino after all these years? I thought about it on and off most of the day, no clue as to what I was supposed to do with this memory.
However, that night as I prepared for my evening prayer time, it occurred to me that GOD reminded me of this for a reason and if I couldn’t figure out what that reason was, I needed to ask Him to lead me. I
found myself praying about me and D, getting our finances from a defiled source. Well, that would never have occurred to me. I repented for our association with and receipt of money from an obviously negative source. Remember, D worked there for years afterward, through the selling of the company and into the new owners’ reign. I’m sure most people would think something to the tune of, you had no connection to the nefarious activities of said mafia family, so why would you need to repent and ask for forgiveness?
My response: GOD brought it up, Holy Spirit led me in the prayer. I personally do not need to question it further. Obviously, there is something that needed addressing and to be dealt with. At this point in my journey with the LORD, I don’t ask as many questions as I used to, I just move as I’m led.
And yet, it kept eating at me. I realized there was something else needing addressing. Again, with no clue as to why, I settled in for my nighttime prayer a week or so later and asked the LORD to lead me and I found myself praying over the defiled land of that property and how that defilement (from mafia activity, let alone the bloodshed-and who knows if that was the only murder on that property or the only one they got caught for) and how the tainting affected not only us but everyone who worked there, purchased
from there, had any association with those people or that company. I repented for all the sin, asked the LORD to purge and cleanse the entire property, to break all related curses and so forth.
When I finished praying this time, I knew I was done, that whatever it was that He wanted me to accomplish, had been. I don’t know, honestly, just who or what all benefited from my warfaring, but who knows, maybe GOD put me there, on the periphery of that event, a 17 year old girl, knowing that I’d be praying against residual evil energy decades later. I mean, we’re talking 47 years.
Only GOD.
I don’t have all the answers, I just know when He’s leading me to something. I really don’t need to understand, I only need to obey.
So, when the nudge came yesterday that I was to write on this, I knew it was just another chapter to this story.
Hope you enjoyed it and learned something-not about cheese, or the mafia 😊-but about how GOD works.
It just occurred to me in re-reading and editing this,
looking at the pic of Sal, that maybe, just maybe he isn’t saved, so I prayed for him too. I don’t even know if he’s still alive. Y’never know, that in itself could be what this was about. Considering the emotions I felt, looking into those eyes in the picture and the tears it brought forth, I do believe that was a part of what GOD wanted. It seems this assignment had levels to it. First, repenting for our part of this history; then extending outward, cleansing the land and bringing in others possibly affected; third, the salvation of one who was center to it all. It was only in seeing his picture today that Sal’s salvation came to mind. I didn’t see a murderer, I saw a soul who needed Christ.
Again, only GOD. This is a lesson in how He works, it truly is.
I hope someday I get to shake Sal’s hand in heaven.
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