J. Swierczynski, "Joe Sway," age 67, of Atco, NJ passed away suddenly on
Friday January 5, 2018. He is predeceased by his parents Joseph and
Theresa Swierczynski, and his first wife, Susan F. Powell. He is the
beloved husband of Linda Swierczynski (nee Rappo). Loving father of
Joseph Jr. (Kelly), Brian (Melissa), and Kevin (Jessica). Proud
grandfather of Eric, Dillon, Kailee, and Allison. He is also survived
and will be sadly missed by his brother Paul Swierczynski, as well as
many nieces and nephews.
Joe was born in Camden, NJ and resided in Atco for the past 24
years. He was the owner and operator of Atco Raceway for many years.
Prior to owning the raceway, he owned and operated Thriftway
Supermarkets in Deptford and Echelon. Joe was a hard worker and was
dedicated to his career. He also greatly loved his family and
friends, as well as his cats and dogs.
Viewing will be held on Tuesday January 9, 2018 from 6:00 to 9:00 pm
at the Leroy P. Wooster Funeral Home and Crematory, 441 White Horse
Pike, Atco, NJ. A funeral mass will be held on Wednesday January 10,
2018 at 11:00 am at Christ the Redeemer Parish, Assumption Church,
318 Carl Hasselhan Dr., Atco, NJ. Kindly meet at the church for
mass, there will be no viewing in the morning prior to the mass.
Mausoleum entombment will follow the mass at St. Joseph's Cemetery,
Chews Landing, NJ. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to
Jersey State Animal Rescue, PO Box 609, Atco, NJ 08004. Condolences
may be shared at www.lpwoosterfuneralhome.com.
Published in Courier-Post on Jan. 8, 2018
|FROM THE 2003 YEARBOOK UPDATE
Joe Swierzynski - Atco, NJ
Having been self-employed and maintaining a better than average
lifestyle since 1978. Driving an NHRA Pro Stock Car for 5 years.
Appeared on ESPN a couple of times, even made the top 10 one year.
The excitement of going fast - - What a rush!
March 1967, the day I plan to get my driving permit. Sr. Annuncia decided to
hold everyone back at the end of the day because she was in a bad
mood (or hungry). She finally cuts us loose. I leave 211 and head
out the Decatur Street door. Instead of pushing the door handle,
I push the glass. The breaking glass sounded like an explosion, and
my wrist looked like I was an axe murderer. I took off and went to
the DMV and got my license. Later I called the office to tell them
what I did. Nothing ever happened.
Hit the lottery and go back to racing Pro Cars. The competition out-dollared me so I had to bail out. I know I can outspend them.