William Anthony Costa

July 27, 1924 - January 17, 2010
Preble NY

William Anthony Costa, age 75, of Rt. 281, Preble, NY passed away Sunday, Jan 17, 2010 after a one  year battle with lung cancer.  Bill was born July 27, 1934 in Cortland a son of the late Carmelo and Evelyn Hoffman Costa.  Bill was graduated from Cortland High School in 1952 and served in the US Army from 1956 to 1958. He worked with his father at Costa’s Produce and became the owner with his wife, Judith, of Costa’s Market for many years until retirement.  Judy passed away January 7, 2000. He enjoyed caring for his property and spending time with his family. If you knew Bill Costa, you will never forget him.  He will be greatly missed by his family and friends

Survivors include his son, Brian A. (Kimberly) Costa of River Oaks, TX; his daughter, Tamara R. (Dean) Potter of Homer;  grandchildren, Anthony  and Brandon Costa of River Oaks, TX and Ashley (Ryan) McIntyre of Cortland and Alyssa (Thomas) Stirrup of Pine City, NY; a great-grandson, Hunter McIntrye; his loving companion Linda DeLorenzo; nieces and nephews.


Memorial Information:

Mr. Costa’s family will be present to receive their friends from 4 to 7 Pm, Thursday, at the Perkins Funeral Home, 55 West Main Street, Dryden.  Private burial will be in McGraw Rural Cemetery.  Those wishing to remember Bill are asked to consider a memorial to the American Cancer Society or Caring Community Hospice of Cortland, 11 Kennedy Parkway, Cortland, NY 13045. www.perikinsfuneralhome.com

One Response to “William Anthony Costa”

  1. Trish Ranney says:

    Brian & Tammy (and to the Costa family), I am truly sorry over your loss. Your father always had a smile on his face, and I’ll always remember that. My mother isn’t able to get around now, but the last place that she was able to walk to on her own was your father’s store, and she has always talked about how nice he was to her. I am eternally grateful for that, as she has had fewer and fewer people to talk to as she’s grown older. Please think of the good times — which I’ve no doubt are many — and know that your Dad is looking down on you, proud of what wonderful family he has. He will, indeed, be very missed by many, whose lives he touched.
    Trish Ranney