Joseph Schmutte

Doug and family, May you remember the love and happy times you had with your father and may you find comfort in those memories.

Love and prayers to the Schmutte family. We are so sorry for your loss. Remember the great times you spent together and know that you now have another Angel looking over you.

All who know Joe, knows he loves golf! In typical Schmutte flare, he exudes the talent that permeates our family tree...that is to say, Schmuttes get their money's worth by getting to appreciate the full expanse of the golf course --- the tee box, very little of the fairway, the roguh, the rough in the rough, lakes, ponds, creeks, rivers, irrigation heads, maintenance sheds, out of bounds, all the squirrels and birds in the trees, eventually the green, and most importantly the 19th hole. Several years back I had the honor of playing with Uncle Joe in the Annual Schmutte Family Golf outing which lost its "annual" status becasue the Ohio contingent of our family could not deal with annual losses to the Indy contigent. In any event, I was able to cart Joe around the course (he had a knee ailment going on at the time) and that moment in time gave me a moment (as an adult) to experience what it would have been like to play golf with my own father (Bill - Joes's brother - with each having some degree of resemblance to the other - and very close in age). I recall riding along that day, having clear thoughts that this is what it would have been like - and enjoying having those thoughts. Congratulating each other when shots were good - which I can't seem to readily recall happening, and laughing and joking when we displayed typical Schmutte golf prowess - 2 generations deep. Despite having to exchange carts at the turn (9th hole) because the battery went out chasing Joe's ball around (not really, but it makes the story better), I count that as one of my most cherished memories with Uncle Joe. He was joking all day - I had a blast - he had a blast. The only time he got serious is when he asked me why Uncle John had an eraser on his pencil - and I said that's how he keeps his handicap; the method comes straight out of Jim Tressel's book: "Golf and Football No Need To Sweat(er vest) The Rules." Seriously, Uncle Joe would love that! Never told Uncle Joe that that is what he gave me that day, so now I do. We love you Uncle Joe! You will be missed. Tell my dad to get off the couch and go hit 18 with you.

Christine Robertson purchased flowers (Love Everlasting Bouquet) Our Deepest Sympathy, The Dahman Family and The Robertson Family

Played football with Joe and Cathedral season of 1950. Joe was a little guy but tougher than a pine knot. Not much contact since but remember him as a really good guy. He will be my prayers.