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John L. Schroeder, Jr., 74, passed away Wednesday, Sept. 6, 2017 at 6:53 p.m. in Kosciusko Community Hospital, Warsaw, IN.
On May 27, 1943, John was born in Warsaw to John L. and Betty J. (Betzer) Schroeder. He was a 1961 graduate of Warsaw High School.
John entered the United States Army on July 7, 1965. He served in Thailand during the Vietnam War. Sp5 John L. Schroeder, Jr. was honorably discharged April 10, 1967.
On July 27, 1968 and also in Warsaw, John and Karen Davidson were joined in marriage. They were blessed to share 49 years.
John was employed by Robert Henry Corp., South Bend, for 25 years, retiring as the job superintendent.
He was a member of Redeemer Lutheran Church, American Legion Post #49, and Carpenters Union Local 413, South Bend.
With memories to cherish, those who survive are his wife, Karen of Warsaw; 3 sons: Joseph Schroeder, Fort Wayne; Benjamin Schroeder, Warsaw; and Lucas and his wife Megan Schroeder of Springboro, Ohio; and 2 granddaughters; Ava and Penelope.
John was preceded in passing by his parents and his sister, Elaine Hawley (Sept. 13, 2013).
A time of sharing with the family will take place Sunday, Sept. 10 from 3-6 p.m. at Titus Funeral Home. A service celebrating John's life will begin at 11 a.m. on Monday, Sept 11, in the funeral home. Rev. Michael Mueller of Redeemer Lutheran Church will officiate. Burial will follow in Oakwood Cemetery, Warsaw. Military honors will be conducted by American Legion Post #49.
The family has asked that memorial gifts be directed to K-21 Health Foundation - Cancer Care Fund, PO Box 1810, Warsaw, IN 46581-1810.
The staff of Titus Funeral Home is honored to care for the family of John L. Schroeder, Jr.
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Noje Weckler (Fitkin)
I was fortunate to get to know John not only in school, but also because we went to Redeemer Lutheran Church and were confirmed together. He was, and always has been, such a big, loving teddy bear of a friend. He will be missed by many. Noje Fitkin
Frank Grose
John Schroeder was my friend. I played basketball with him at East Ward on cold, Sunday afternoons. We had Whamo Slingshots and shot out his Dad's car windshield. We had pet turtles and would talk on the phone about them and I would bring my turtle to his house and his to mine. We played football and I dreaded being across from him because I saw stars and would almost get knocked out from his strength. Since Kindergarten at East Ward to eating breakfast at the American Legion in these later years. We have always gotten along. We had fish aquariums as kids and then as adults and talked about them. John and Dick Fancil were no one to be messed with and John's son Ben, said to me once, "If half the stuff I hear about Dad is true, he must have been something else!" John Schroeder was something else. A good man. A good man to me. He was my friend.