Biography of John Roncalio

John Roncalio
Author & Webmaster   John A. Roncalio

Welcome - friend,

I wish I could know you personally, but have to be content for now just sharing some of my background and life with you. But please write me if you feel that we have something important to share in common.

As I write this bio I am aged 52 years, having been born on 9/9/108 of the Bahá'í Era (1951) in San Francisco, California. I currently live in Lethbridge, Alberta - having moved to Canada in the year 126 BE. (1970). My wife, Sharon, and I have two grown sons who also live in Lethbridge. My two sisters live in Oregon, and I have cousins in Wyoming, Colorado, California and Australia. Other (more distant) relatives live near Piacenza, Italy.

I am a (retired) member of the Certified Management Accountants of British Columbia, and have worked as an accountant and systems analyst for the past 20 years. My current project is the creation and maintance of the web site which I hope you find stimulating.


Paternal Family

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My father was a first generation American whose ancestors were simple shepherds from Northern Italy. My Catholic grandfather immigrated to the US through Ellis Island on 4/4/60 BE (1903) and was soon thereafter rejoined in Rock Springs with my grandmother and their one child; this son died shortly after arriving in Wyoming.


Like many of the numerous Italian immigrants in Rock Springs, Grandfather Francesco originally worked in the mines supplying coal for the Union Pacific Rail. Grandfather soon quit as a miner to start his own recycling business. He was very frugal – pulling the cart himself to save on the cost of owning a mule. Grandmother Ernesta operated a small Italian grocery supply from the house on Front Street.

Julia, Mary, 'Dolph
Julia, Mary, 'Dolph

Despite the grinding poverty of that time and place, the family grew, including the following

Mary (Peterson) Homemaker
Julia (Smith) Nurse
Adolph Roncalio (my father)  Businessman (piano sales/service)
Teno Roncalio  Lawyer/US congressman

The marriage of my grandparents broke down, Francesco abandoned the family, and my grandmother Ernesta thereafter remarried. Her new husband was an alcoholic, and just prior to the US entering the second war murdered Ernesta and then took his own life.

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Yukon cabin

The first years I spent in Canada were near and in Whitehorse, Yukon. In the first year I lived in a log cabin I built with a friend near Marsh Lake, but later moved into town when I enrolled in the Vocational School to learn welding.

I was introduced to the Bahá'í Faith and declared my belief in Whitehorse in the year 127 BE (1971) being deeply moved by the Faith's principles of the oneness of mankind, the oneness of religion, one world government, abolition of war, an international auxiliary language, the elimination of extremes of wealth and poverty, the harmony of science and religion, elimination of prejudice, equality of men and women, universal education, and the independent investigation of truth

The Trains Inn B&B
The Trains Inn

After leaving the Yukon I lived for 20 years in various places in British Columbia, including Prince George, Dawson Creek, Vancouver, Burnaby, Port Alberni, and Abbotsford. The most beautiful residence we've had was on 10 acres near Beaverlodge, Alberta – a 1929 NAR rail station that we completely restored and from which my wife, Sharon, operated "The Trains Inn" B&B.



  • Welder – 1972-1975
  • Piano Sales/Service – 1975 - 1982
  • Accounting/Systems – 1983 - 2003
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Sharon's bile
Sharon biking near Waterton Park

There's no doubt about it – we love motorcycling. Sharon and I have matching bikes: Yamaha 1100 V-twin cruisers in pearl and black. Lots of wonderful miles, lots of fine memories.

My buddies
Nakusp, BC
Nakusp, BC

Another of our little pleasures is picking wild mushrooms in the Canadian Rockies. This is an adult Easter-egg hunt put on by nature every Autumn. There is a strong commercial market for the available mushrooms and many people (not us) return with a fistful of cash.