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Spokane, Washington  Est. May 19, 1883

Ric Naccarato filled days with food, friends, family


Ric Naccarato co-owned Farmer's Market and Garden Center on East Sprague Avenue with his older brother, Mike.
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The coals are cold in the old boiler stove at the Farmer’s Market and Garden Center. The social banter that once filled the third-generation Italian produce market has ended. Ric Naccarato is gone.

“The presence that he had touched everybody,” said Mike Naccarato, Ric Naccarato’s older brother and business partner. “He was magnetic. You just wanted him to like you.”

Ric Naccarato, of Otis Orchards, died Aug. 14 from injuries suffered in a motorcycle accident. The father of three boys was 39.

The market was Naccarato’s natural habitat, the place where he and Mike grew up assembling produce boxes and filling them with peaches for their grandfather, Jay Naccarato. At 1420 E. Sprague Ave., Farmer’s Market and Garden Center isn’t in the best area of town. It is not the community of Italian merchants that existed when the market first opened in 1949. There are sometimes streetwalkers on the corners and you can frequently catch the sour smell of alcohol on the breath of passers-by.

The setting didn’t bother Naccarato. He’d give produce away to strangers if he thought they needed a meal, and usually had a dollar to offer neighbors who were down on their luck. At lunchtime, he’d go down Sonnenberg’s Market and Deli and pick up some fresh Italian sausages, throw them in a skillet with some market peppers and fry them on his old boiler stove. His lunch guests included members of the Spokane Superior Court bench as well as the man on the street. Naccarato, who dressed in long johns even on the hottest days of summer, would cook for all. He always said he felt cold.

Naccarato’s father, Mike Naccarato Sr., said, on occasion Ric would start his day by having coffee with members of the Catholic clergy, serve lunch to the members of the Superior Court, and then end the day by having a beer with the bikers from the Hell’s Angels clubhouse just east of the market. Naccarato learned his skill with a skillet from his mother, Jan.

The crowd at Naccarato’s funeral reflected the cross section of society with which he interacted at the market, said Mary Naccarato, Ric’s wife. The burial Mass filled St. Mary Roman Catholic Church.

“Ric would find the good in anybody,” Mary Naccarato said. “I guess I always knew that.”

Mary met Ric in 1987. She was 19, just a year beyond her senior year of high school. Naccarato was 20. He’d attended college for a couple of years trying to build on a solid performance as a high school baseball player. He played second base as a teenager and even attracted the attention of scouts from the major leagues, but playing for Eastern Washington University and North Idaho College turned out not to be the steppingstone for which he hoped.

What attracted Mary to Ric Naccarato was his humor. He was funny in almost a nerdy sort of way, the kind of guy who seldom had his picture taken without making a goofy face. They dated for four years before marrying in 1991. In that time Mary Naccarato received her teaching certificate and got a job with Central Valley School District. Ric Naccarato was working seven days a week at the Farmer’s Market and Garden Center with his brother, Mike.

“We didn’t take a honeymoon,” Mary Naccarato said. “I just got a job and didn’t want to get fired.”

Mary and Ric have three boys, Jake, Bo and Luke, ages 13, 11 and 10. Like Mike and Ric Naccarato a generation before, the sons were fixtures at the market, doing odd jobs almost as soon as they could talk. Naccarato would take the boys to work. The foursome always finished off their day with a trip to Sonnenberg’s for Carmellos and paper cups filled with Naccarato’s personalized blend of fountain sodas.

Now it’s Mary Naccarato whom the boys must remind to stop for candy and sodas, and sometimes the mom who always played the bad cop to Ric Naccarato’s indulgence of sugary treats, has to be reminded. She’s both parents now.

August and September are filled with special days for Ric Naccarato’s family. His wedding anniversary is in the fall, as are his brother’s birthday and his father’s. The family bought Ric Naccarato’s casket on Mike Sr.’s birthday. Ric Naccarato’s charm made those family days so special. His absence makes them so hard.