Tim is listed as dying in 1996 but I am fairly certain that it was much earlier than that. I am fairly surein the late 1970s but memories are tricky. There are a few other differences in my comments below but none of them are significant.
Tim was one of my best friends and probably the person I spent more time with the last few years at CHS than anyone else. He was a wonderful person. I would like to share some of Tim’s life after CHS with our class. Some of you may remember that Tim wanted to go to Notre Dame and was accepted but needed a partial scholarship in order to attend. ND had two partial scholarships that were given each year to applicants from Arkansas and CHS students usually received both of them. Our year we received neither. Tim went to another really good school but continued to want to attend ND. During January finals week at ND, Tim showed up at my dorm door, needing a place to stay. My roommate was a good guy and so that worked out. What was surprising, but not really if you really knew Tim wsa that he had hitchhiked in winter from Memphis to South Bend ( which is in the northwest corner of Indiana, just 90 miles from Chicago). It was really cold and Tim was wearing only an army leather flight jacket. Tim went to the admissions and scholarship office and asked about the two scholarships that were reserved for high school graduates from Arkansas. He found that one was given out to a student who wasn’t from CHS but the other wasn’t awarded. There was a new person in charge of scholarships who didn’t know that there was a second scholarship to grant. Tim convinced him that he needed to review the records and check the number of available scholarships. Of course, Tim was correct but no decision was made on the next steps. I suspect that in the scholarship office that there was little more that Tim needed to do than apply. His grades were excellent and how many people hitch hike hundreds of miles in winter for a chance to convince someone that there was a scholarship for him. That summer, Tim got the acceptance letter and the scholarship. He went transferred to Notre Dame, majored in mathematics and graduated on time. He was accepted into a number of MBA programs including both Stanford and UC Berkeley. He decided to go to Berkeley. After receiving his MBA he got a terrific job with the Ford Finance Staff a very competitive spot. He excelled there for a number of years. One day, while jogging, Tim was hit by a drunk driver and died shortly thereafter. We lost a terrific classmate, a wonderful person and someone who would have made a difference for us all. May he rest in peace.
Gordon and Mike. Thanks the answer to what happened to Tim. Wow. Schroepfer's grave is about 50 feet from Tribou's at Calvary cemetary. My parents are buried there. Three or four times a year I bend a knee and put some plastic flowers on Tribou's (purple and gold/yellow), Tims, and a couple of other graves with CHS/family connections. I will go there tomorrow since you guys slammed my memory. I will post a pic or two.
I truly believe that Tim was a saint. I don't know what I have based this feeling on, except it has been in my heart since I last saw him. I remember him as being an extremely kind and loving person. Your comments show me that I was right.
The Lord let me find Tim's grave, without really looking for it, in Calvary Cemetery in Little Rock many years ago. I found it when wandering around in the graveyard after visiting the graves of my holy and beloved parents, Vince and Joyce, and of my saintly uncle Bill Brock. Nearby are the graves of my ex-wife's holy parents, Helen Nabholz Wewer and Fred (Fritz) Wewer, who once knocked Rocky Marciano, the heavy-weight champ, into a pool with his, Fred's, massive fist. Fred was a truly gentle man, and Rocly didn't catch him.
Unlike some of you, I can't see Tim's death as a tragedy or that he died "too soon." I know that God the Father only lets good progress through life and that His plan for everything is somehow perfect. From reading your comments, I see that Tim planted beautiful seeds of love in you and that those seeds have grown into the loving people you are. So I don't see hits death as tragic.
I remember that Tim ran track, which I had wanted to be able to do; and I remember him finishing one race way back in the pack on a cold and windy and (I think) rainy day. I thought his run was a waste. Now I see it was God's preparing Tim for his life. We all run our races well back in the pack, and it seems to me that one challenge of life is to put our whole heart into what seems to be a losing game. But it's God's will for us. We must run and run into the wind and lose the worldly race. Saint Therese has taught me this in "the little way." She also died young.
God bless all of us. And Tim, I ask for your prayers to the Father. I am very thankful for all of you who are still in the "losing" race. In Jesus and Mary, John
I was fortunate to have Tim as my date for the Catholic/Mt. St. Mary Senior Prom back in 1965. He was a really nice guy and very gracious to be my date as I was on the prom committee without a date. Tim must have done a lot of running that day because I remember him standing by the refreshment table throughout the night munching on the goodies. Saw Tim later when I went on a hayride given by the Knights of Columbus in the fall after graduation. That was the last time I saw him and remember going to the twenty year reunion and asking if anyone had heard from him. At that celebration, I learned of his death. While I never got to know him more than the evening we spent at the prom, he comes up in my thoughts from time to time. So sorry we lost such an accomplished member of the class of '65.
I remember him as Timmy Joe - from the 1st grade and up at Holy Souls. He was a sweet, kind boy and I am sorry he passed so young. Thank you all for posting your comments about him.
I am posting the following comments for Larry Taylor.
It is so heartwarming to see the many kind memorial posts for and about Tim. Timmy Joe’s legacy is so much more than the goodwill he leaves. It’s more than his determination, persistence, drive, incredible work ethic, and international business acumen. He also leaves a school building that would never have been built had he not named the school a beneficiary of his Ford Motor Co. life insurance policy.
The Holy Souls School for Exceptional Children was founded almost 58 years ago by my mother, Edwina Taylor, over Msgr. Francis A. Allen’s serious reservations. The school filled the un-served need for active treatment for children with mental retardation. Four members the inaugural class were siblings or relatives of our classmates. Ernie Binz, Tommy Flake, Jimmy Stoltzer and Cornelia Taylor opened the school’s doors in 1958. Toni Schroepfer, Tim’s younger sister, was a little younger and came along a few years later.
The Exceptional School grew and grew and moved around the Holy Souls campus. The little school was bursting at the seams by the late ‘70s and early 80’s, and raising funds to build a new school had stalled. Then miraculously a most generous anonymous bequest arrived, followed by a donation from another long-time friend and patron of the school.
Tim’s bequest enabled construction on the little school’s third building to begin. This was a school rather than the remodel or rehab of an existing church building. The new school enabled enrollment to more than double. Early in the second decade of the 21st century a successful capital campaign enabled the school, now known as The Allen School, www.theallenschool.org to greatly expand its enrollment to over 70 children from birth to five years and its active therapy programs. The building that Tim helped build remains the corner stone of the greatly expanded new school.
Several thousand children diagnosed with mental retardation, Down syndrome, cerebral palsy, autism, epilepsy and a host of other developmental disabilities and delays, and their parents have greatly benefited from the Exceptional School and its successor the Allen School.
The Mission and Philosophy of the school have not changed over the years. Early interventions are tailored for children with special needs to maximize their potential in a loving atmosphere.
Timmy Joe, they couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you for such a wonderful gift! You are a hero!
Gordon Hunt
Tim is listed as dying in 1996 but I am fairly certain that it was much earlier than that. I am fairly surein the late 1970s but memories are tricky. There are a few other differences in my comments below but none of them are significant.
Tim was one of my best friends and probably the person I spent more time with the last few years at CHS than anyone else. He was a wonderful person. I would like to share some of Tim’s life after CHS with our class. Some of you may remember that Tim wanted to go to Notre Dame and was accepted but needed a partial scholarship in order to attend. ND had two partial scholarships that were given each year to applicants from Arkansas and CHS students usually received both of them. Our year we received neither. Tim went to another really good school but continued to want to attend ND. During January finals week at ND, Tim showed up at my dorm door, needing a place to stay. My roommate was a good guy and so that worked out. What was surprising, but not really if you really knew Tim wsa that he had hitchhiked in winter from Memphis to South Bend ( which is in the northwest corner of Indiana, just 90 miles from Chicago). It was really cold and Tim was wearing only an army leather flight jacket. Tim went to the admissions and scholarship office and asked about the two scholarships that were reserved for high school graduates from Arkansas. He found that one was given out to a student who wasn’t from CHS but the other wasn’t awarded. There was a new person in charge of scholarships who didn’t know that there was a second scholarship to grant. Tim convinced him that he needed to review the records and check the number of available scholarships. Of course, Tim was correct but no decision was made on the next steps. I suspect that in the scholarship office that there was little more that Tim needed to do than apply. His grades were excellent and how many people hitch hike hundreds of miles in winter for a chance to convince someone that there was a scholarship for him. That summer, Tim got the acceptance letter and the scholarship. He went transferred to Notre Dame, majored in mathematics and graduated on time. He was accepted into a number of MBA programs including both Stanford and UC Berkeley. He decided to go to Berkeley. After receiving his MBA he got a terrific job with the Ford Finance Staff a very competitive spot. He excelled there for a number of years. One day, while jogging, Tim was hit by a drunk driver and died shortly thereafter. We lost a terrific classmate, a wonderful person and someone who would have made a difference for us all. May he rest in peace.
Tom Zakrzewski
Gordon and Mike. Thanks the answer to what happened to Tim. Wow. Schroepfer's grave is about 50 feet from Tribou's at Calvary cemetary. My parents are buried there. Three or four times a year I bend a knee and put some plastic flowers on Tribou's (purple and gold/yellow), Tims, and a couple of other graves with CHS/family connections. I will go there tomorrow since you guys slammed my memory. I will post a pic or two.
ZAK.
Gordon Hunt
Thank you Tom.
Carolyn Connelley (Simmons)
Thank u all for ur posts about Tim. I didn't know him as u did, and I'm so glad to learn these wonderful things about him from all of u.John Lammers
Dear Friends,
I truly believe that Tim was a saint. I don't know what I have based this feeling on, except it has been in my heart since I last saw him. I remember him as being an extremely kind and loving person. Your comments show me that I was right.
The Lord let me find Tim's grave, without really looking for it, in Calvary Cemetery in Little Rock many years ago. I found it when wandering around in the graveyard after visiting the graves of my holy and beloved parents, Vince and Joyce, and of my saintly uncle Bill Brock. Nearby are the graves of my ex-wife's holy parents, Helen Nabholz Wewer and Fred (Fritz) Wewer, who once knocked Rocky Marciano, the heavy-weight champ, into a pool with his, Fred's, massive fist. Fred was a truly gentle man, and Rocly didn't catch him.
Unlike some of you, I can't see Tim's death as a tragedy or that he died "too soon." I know that God the Father only lets good progress through life and that His plan for everything is somehow perfect. From reading your comments, I see that Tim planted beautiful seeds of love in you and that those seeds have grown into the loving people you are. So I don't see hits death as tragic.
I remember that Tim ran track, which I had wanted to be able to do; and I remember him finishing one race way back in the pack on a cold and windy and (I think) rainy day. I thought his run was a waste. Now I see it was God's preparing Tim for his life. We all run our races well back in the pack, and it seems to me that one challenge of life is to put our whole heart into what seems to be a losing game. But it's God's will for us. We must run and run into the wind and lose the worldly race. Saint Therese has taught me this in "the little way." She also died young.
God bless all of us. And Tim, I ask for your prayers to the Father. I am very thankful for all of you who are still in the "losing" race. In Jesus and Mary, John
Myra Franz (Wilson)
I was fortunate to have Tim as my date for the Catholic/Mt. St. Mary Senior Prom back in 1965. He was a really nice guy and very gracious to be my date as I was on the prom committee without a date. Tim must have done a lot of running that day because I remember him standing by the refreshment table throughout the night munching on the goodies. Saw Tim later when I went on a hayride given by the Knights of Columbus in the fall after graduation. That was the last time I saw him and remember going to the twenty year reunion and asking if anyone had heard from him. At that celebration, I learned of his death. While I never got to know him more than the evening we spent at the prom, he comes up in my thoughts from time to time. So sorry we lost such an accomplished member of the class of '65.
Carol Wolfer (Mobley)
I remember him as Timmy Joe - from the 1st grade and up at Holy Souls. He was a sweet, kind boy and I am sorry he passed so young. Thank you all for posting your comments about him.
Carol
Paul Francis
I am posting the following comments for Larry Taylor.
It is so heartwarming to see the many kind memorial posts for and about Tim. Timmy Joe’s legacy is so much more than the goodwill he leaves. It’s more than his determination, persistence, drive, incredible work ethic, and international business acumen. He also leaves a school building that would never have been built had he not named the school a beneficiary of his Ford Motor Co. life insurance policy.
The Holy Souls School for Exceptional Children was founded almost 58 years ago by my mother, Edwina Taylor, over Msgr. Francis A. Allen’s serious reservations. The school filled the un-served need for active treatment for children with mental retardation. Four members the inaugural class were siblings or relatives of our classmates. Ernie Binz, Tommy Flake, Jimmy Stoltzer and Cornelia Taylor opened the school’s doors in 1958. Toni Schroepfer, Tim’s younger sister, was a little younger and came along a few years later.
The Exceptional School grew and grew and moved around the Holy Souls campus. The little school was bursting at the seams by the late ‘70s and early 80’s, and raising funds to build a new school had stalled. Then miraculously a most generous anonymous bequest arrived, followed by a donation from another long-time friend and patron of the school.
Tim’s bequest enabled construction on the little school’s third building to begin. This was a school rather than the remodel or rehab of an existing church building. The new school enabled enrollment to more than double. Early in the second decade of the 21st century a successful capital campaign enabled the school, now known as The Allen School, www.theallenschool.org to greatly expand its enrollment to over 70 children from birth to five years and its active therapy programs. The building that Tim helped build remains the corner stone of the greatly expanded new school.
Several thousand children diagnosed with mental retardation, Down syndrome, cerebral palsy, autism, epilepsy and a host of other developmental disabilities and delays, and their parents have greatly benefited from the Exceptional School and its successor the Allen School.
The Mission and Philosophy of the school have not changed over the years. Early interventions are tailored for children with special needs to maximize their potential in a loving atmosphere.
Timmy Joe, they couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you for such a wonderful gift! You are a hero!
Larry Taylor
Patti Bowers (Haness)
Larry Taylor thanks for sharing that beautiful story.
Helen Farrish (Hinkle)
Tim was one of my favorite guys from CHS. I am sure Tim is missed by many who had the privilege of knowing him.