John Scott Schroering

It is with great sadness that we acknowledge the passing of our father John Scott "Scotty" Schroering. Born May 17, 1936, to the late great Dorothy and Charlie Schroering. He grew up and learned about the world with his three siblings, Charlie, Allen and Sally. Times could be tough in those days, but the siblings always stuck together, even enlisting their sister Sally to put rocks in the mudballs for fights with the other neighborhood kids. As he grew older, he discovered what would become his lifelong passion, fishing.

He was never happier than he was with a rod n reel in his hands and would gleefully lead a day long expedition of casting around a pond, creek or as the captain of his bassboat. He claimed to have learned more from fishing than he ever did at St. Xavier High School or Bellarmine University.

He was also obsessed with golf and growing up in our house meant infinite discussions about his hero Jack Nicklaus, watching the majors or lengthy dissertations on the mechanics of his swing. He married our mom (Mary) in 1960, and they (like any good Catholics) had four boys, Scott Jr., Tim, Todd and Sandy. Being a busy man putting food on the table meant long hours at work, but he was always home for dinner and made time to be with us at all of our ball games etc., even coaching the St. Albert the Great basketball squad for a time. We never had a ton of money, but we always had enough and enjoyed numerous vacations around the country to visit relatives in all sorts of interesting locales. As time went on the boys all moved out, but we always knew we could come home when we needed to.

Dad was preceded in death by his sister Sally, who will be thrilled to deal with his antics in the afterlife and is survived by brothers Charlie and Allen who will no doubt cherish their memories for the rest of their days. The four Schroering brothers will carry on his legacy by example moving forward with a boat load of great stories about dad that we can share with our children and theirs. A special tip of the hat to Miss Pat Bernardi. She was the love of his life in his later years and taught him about humility, the value of acknowledgement and "thank you". As per dad's wishes, there will not be a visitation. (he claimed that he outlived everyone that he knew) In lieu of donations or flowers, please take a kid fishing or teach them the game of golf... he would have wanted it that way.