Obituary of Alexander A Bosna

Alexander Aristide Bosna 1920 is a leap year when Babe Ruth hits his first home run for the NY Yankees, the Nineteenth Amendment is ratified, granting women the right to vote, the NFL plays its first game, the 18th Amendment is ratified prohibiting the sale of alcoholic beverages, Joan of Arc is canonized a saint and Alexander Aristide Bosna is born. He was a brilliant scientist, inventor, engineer, father, grandfather, great grandfather, singer, Ensign with Merchant Marines, sailor, storyteller, lover of music, and was masterful with duct tape. As a scientist, the list of accomplishments are many but to list just a few: at the age of eight he built his own sail boat, as a teen made his own crystal radio headset (now called iPods), worked as Senior Fellow for General Electric during the space program and helped create the engine that ran the first Apollo lunar rover vehicle, 13 patents while working for General Electric and the after retirement, obtaining a patent for his own invention of an industrial coating called Copperlok. As a father, his greatest gift was his ability to keep a child-like fascination and appreciation for the simple things in life. When asked why his father left Italy as a young man to come to the United States he replied "He was an adventurer". Alex embodied this adventurer spirit for life and passed it on to all his children: Catherine, Christine, Daniel, Kenneth, Claire, Constance, Faith, Mia, Alexander, Stephen, and Jack as well as his grandchildren and great grandchildren. As his mother Clementina would say, "The dough is good for seven generations". He is also survived by his sister Adrianna Bosna and her three children. He was a character much like the one that was created by an American animation studio in the early 60's who described him this way: "He was a short statured retiree who gets into a series of comical situations as a result of nearsightedness, compounded by his stubborn refusal to admit the problem. Affected people tend to think he was a lunatic rather than being nearsighted. However, through uncanny streaks of luck, the situation always seems to work itself out for Mr. Magoo, leaving him no worse than before and loved by all." Our Mr. Magoo was loved dearly by all. Grief never ends, but it changes. It's a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It is the price of love. There will be a private memorial service.