I'm sorry you had to go. You will be missed. Even though we didn't know one another very much, I do remember your smile about campus and your easy going disposition. Deepest Sympathies for family & friends; Gary will be missed. RIP Fellow Classmate! Soar like an Eagle 🦅
So sorry to hear about Gary's passing. Way too young. Gary was in the Mentone group that went to Moore JH. He had that cool Ford Falcon while at RHS. RIP Gary.
I knew Gary from Sacred Heart grade school. I remember him sitting behind me in about 5th grade. He was always a good kid and I admired him for his calmness. I remember he was one of the kids that played a wind instrument that had keys. What really stood out about him was how organized he was. I think he had an ink blotter or some such that he wrote on. He had more than one pen or pencil neatly arraged on his desk and appered ready and eager to learn. I think he had something like a briefcase to carry all his stuff in. Thank you for your inspiration Gary.
Gary Schindler was a good friend of mine. Methim in my sophomore year in third period period. Then had him in two other classes that same year. Loved his falcon. 62 maybe 63 Sprint,factory high performance. Worked on it a few times in autoshop with Gary. Haven't seen him since Graduation. So sorry for your passing.May you Rest in peace.
I was truly saddened by Gary's passing. I had visited him just a month earlier, early March, and we spent the whole afternoon catching up. He looked the best that I had ever seen him. He had lost a lot of weight, a problem that had plagued him his whole life. He explained that he had spent an extended visit in the hospital and his doctors had worked out most of his medications and he was very bullish about his future.
I met Gary in the eighth grade at Moore. We never had any classes together, but one day walking up the sidewalk from the lower row of classes, John Doorman passed between us chortling out in his Doorman voice, "the little Karman Gia is passing the big wide truck." (see Susan Doyles comment on Doorman's sense of humor. He was wickedly funny.) Gary reached out to grab him and missed him. I commented in my best Maxwell Smart voice, "missed him by that much." Gary smiled and we became friends.
Our friendship really blossomed in High School where we found we both loved cars and mechanical things. He worked at the tire shop next to the fire station and I worked at Choates Automotive, where Howard Edge (yes, that's Butch's father) was teaching me automotive machine work and where I had the privlilege of doing some of the work on the high performance engine that would end up in Gary's blue Falcon Sprint. When it was finished, nothing was more fun than cruising Sunset. Gary was an amazingly good driver. Gary was very generous with his time, especially when I needed work on my Jeep.
There were also those early mornings at Winchell's Donuts for coffee and BS. To those who knew him well he was dour boardering on sarcastic, his favorite religious saying being, "the hottest place in hell will be for hypocrites."
After the tire shop Gary worked for Bud Wolfe at the Acro, now the AM PM, where most all of his friends would hang out. Gary's final job was working for a distribution company where he advanced to top management.
When I saw Gary he was still working for that same company, but as a consultant.
During our afternoon together he caught me up on his friends, the Mentone Mafia, yeah you all know who you are, his philanthropy, his projects with Sacred Heart, and personal stuff. He was working on a project to try to bring his friends back together, those who were allowing politics to ruin old friendships. His comment was that we had chosen to be friends long before we understood politics and that wouldn't it be nice to get back to that style of friendship. Throughout the years Gary's wisdom was always worth the listen. I had hoped to rekindle an old relationship. Dear friend I wish you the best in your future travels, and should you come across Doorman, don't hug him TOO tight. My memory of Gary will be of a BIG man with a BIG heart. Go with G-d dear brother.
Richard Franken
I've known Gary since I was 10 ! He will be greatly missed !
Elizabeth A. Phillips (Kelly)
I'm sorry you had to go. You will be missed. Even though we didn't know one another very much, I do remember your smile about campus and your easy going disposition. Deepest Sympathies for family & friends; Gary will be missed. RIP Fellow Classmate! Soar like an Eagle 🦅
Keith Dennemeyer
I played Basketball at his hoop on this Mentone home..when we went to Moore...Joseph Maiberger
So sorry to hear about Gary's passing. Way too young. Gary was in the Mentone group that went to Moore JH. He had that cool Ford Falcon while at RHS. RIP Gary.
Shawn Jezerinac
I knew Gary from Sacred Heart grade school. I remember him sitting behind me in about 5th grade. He was always a good kid and I admired him for his calmness. I remember he was one of the kids that played a wind instrument that had keys. What really stood out about him was how organized he was. I think he had an ink blotter or some such that he wrote on. He had more than one pen or pencil neatly arraged on his desk and appered ready and eager to learn. I think he had something like a briefcase to carry all his stuff in. Thank you for your inspiration Gary.
James M. Pate
Gary Schindler was a good friend of mine. Methim in my sophomore year in third period period. Then had him in two other classes that same year. Loved his falcon. 62 maybe 63 Sprint,factory high performance. Worked on it a few times in autoshop with Gary. Haven't seen him since Graduation. So sorry for your passing.May you Rest in peace.Curtis E. Belk
I was truly saddened by Gary's passing. I had visited him just a month earlier, early March, and we spent the whole afternoon catching up. He looked the best that I had ever seen him. He had lost a lot of weight, a problem that had plagued him his whole life. He explained that he had spent an extended visit in the hospital and his doctors had worked out most of his medications and he was very bullish about his future.
I met Gary in the eighth grade at Moore. We never had any classes together, but one day walking up the sidewalk from the lower row of classes, John Doorman passed between us chortling out in his Doorman voice, "the little Karman Gia is passing the big wide truck." (see Susan Doyles comment on Doorman's sense of humor. He was wickedly funny.) Gary reached out to grab him and missed him. I commented in my best Maxwell Smart voice, "missed him by that much." Gary smiled and we became friends.
Our friendship really blossomed in High School where we found we both loved cars and mechanical things. He worked at the tire shop next to the fire station and I worked at Choates Automotive, where Howard Edge (yes, that's Butch's father) was teaching me automotive machine work and where I had the privlilege of doing some of the work on the high performance engine that would end up in Gary's blue Falcon Sprint. When it was finished, nothing was more fun than cruising Sunset. Gary was an amazingly good driver. Gary was very generous with his time, especially when I needed work on my Jeep.
There were also those early mornings at Winchell's Donuts for coffee and BS. To those who knew him well he was dour boardering on sarcastic, his favorite religious saying being, "the hottest place in hell will be for hypocrites."
After the tire shop Gary worked for Bud Wolfe at the Acro, now the AM PM, where most all of his friends would hang out. Gary's final job was working for a distribution company where he advanced to top management.
When I saw Gary he was still working for that same company, but as a consultant.
During our afternoon together he caught me up on his friends, the Mentone Mafia, yeah you all know who you are, his philanthropy, his projects with Sacred Heart, and personal stuff. He was working on a project to try to bring his friends back together, those who were allowing politics to ruin old friendships. His comment was that we had chosen to be friends long before we understood politics and that wouldn't it be nice to get back to that style of friendship. Throughout the years Gary's wisdom was always worth the listen. I had hoped to rekindle an old relationship. Dear friend I wish you the best in your future travels, and should you come across Doorman, don't hug him TOO tight. My memory of Gary will be of a BIG man with a BIG heart. Go with G-d dear brother.