Alphonse
Turlo, Alphonse Born October 5, 1923 in Rymanpziski, Poland, passed away Thursday, July 20, 2006 in Torrance, CA. Alphonse was a graduate of Winslow High School 1939, a WWII Veteran and a carpenter in construction for 60 years. He leaves a brother, Fred Turlo and a wife of 58 years, Doris. He is survived by three sons: Stephen (Shirley) Turlo of Victorville, Casimir (Christy) Turlo of Huntington Beach and Matthew (Christine) Turlo of Torrance and his daughter Joy Turlo of Redondo Beach; grandchildren Andy (Annie), Kirsten, Nicholas and Ian; and two great-grandchildren Shelby and Haley. Visitation with reception will be held Monday July 24 from 4:00 PM to 8:00 PM at Rice Mortuary in Torrance with Vigil Services beginning at 7:00 PM. Mass of Christian burial will be celebrated Tuesday, July 25 at 10:00 AM at St. James Catholic Church, 415 Vincent Street in Redondo Beach. Burial will follow with procession to Green Hills Memorial Park in Rancho Palos Verdes.

View current weather.

Memories Timeline

View the Timeline

Guestbook

  1. I can never forget that Al was my dads closest friend. What a pair they were, Al and Joe! You never knew what would happen when they got together. We will miss him but never forget him, always in our prayers. God bless you. The Reny Family.

  2. I can’t add a certain anecdote, but all I can say is that I LOVED Uncle Al’s laughter. He was one of the most easy going, fun loving, happy men I’ve ever know. I wish I could have spent more time with him to get to know him better. Love to you all, Mary & Jeff

  3. I had vague memories of Uncle Al and Aunt Doris from their Maine years. It was special getting to know them all over again during our 3-year tour of Coast Guard duty in LA/LB back in the late 70s. He was a character and always fun to be around. And of course he’s the one who got Linda to enjoy what’s become her libation-of-choice, the margarita. The get-togethers in Torrance are our best memories of living on the other coast. Uncle Al cored a pineapple once when we were living in Calif and stuffed the core with sugar. He’d heard it would ferment. It did. And it was the vilest tasting swill I’ve ever tried. But that was Uncle Al — always inquisitive, and always learning whether it was about gardens, orchids, ferns, or even fermented pineapples. Our love and thoughts to Aunt Doris and all the left-coast Turlo’s and extended Turlo family members.

Sign the Guestbook, Light a Candle

Sign the Guestbook