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Jean, Debbie, Bret, Cindi, Kurt, Alana, Erica
A special note from:
Jean and family
Many of you have been writing, emailing and calling with wonderful stories of Dave and the impact he had on all of our lives. From his incredible sense of humor in dealing with everything life threw at him, to his coaching techniques (some are still questionable to this day!), we'd love to hear your story of the way he impacted your life. It can be a quick rememberance, funny Dave-ism, or longer story...we'd love to read them all!
After all, this is about celebrating his life and the way he touched us all.
From growing up in Berkeley, to his college days at Concordia in Seward, to the many years of teaching and coaching at Trinity in Houston and later St. John's, and finally retiring to California, we all have a story or two to share.
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Marian Faszholz, Seward, NE
My personal best was Christmas 1952. Gene was returning from Korea and Jeanette (5 mos. old) and I were staying at Yolo in anticipation of a call announcing that he had arrived and we might pick him up at the discharge center within driving distance. Dave stoically stayed up and played Canasta with me until we both had to admit that it wasn’t going to happen. I loved him for that, just silent support. Gene was finally discharged in Jan, 1953.
More humorous moments were our joint trip to Boston with all the kids camping along the way. Making spaghetti and draining the pasta through a makeshift colander (a tennis racquet) Was that Dave or Jean's creative imagination?
Dave's large physique and solid personality and great humor taught all the children to be in awe of him. Our timid youngest child, Karen, learned as she grew that he was not to be feared but adored. The wonderful egg hunt at their home on Easter for the Greve kids was such evidence of that.
Gary recalls Dave's marvelous and creative talent, a vocation to share at the Faszholz summer art (excuse the expression 'Fart') camps. Gary loved and admired Dave's special gift of delight and yet careful and harmless use of sarcasm. This a rare and appreciated talent.
After being separated from Jean for 2 weeks, while volunteering his talent as a baseball coach in Seward his parting statement, “ Well, back to Jean and her infernal lists” really tells it all. Dave needed Jean and Jean needed Dave!
It’s clear that most memories of Dave include that family. One such time was the family arriving on the porch in Seward at 6am. Having driven all night from a park in Canada. Dave had grown tired of camping and sightseeing. When the crew arrived in Seward the reunions with their friends and family were so spontaneous and fun. We just loved the fun and sometimes intrigue that followed.
All of our kids quoted the family story of the guys in the street on Yolo in Berkeley playing catch with a football and Dave going out for a pass, catching it, and then trying to stop, and uprooting the tree from the parking strip. The rest of the guys are rolling over in laughter while Dave stands there holding a tree in his hands wondering what to do with it.
I distinctly recall the day we were visiting St. John's in Houston and Dave (giving us a tour) met a kindergartner on the track. She ran to catch up to him (must have looked very large to this little girl) and she looked up adoringly and said “Hi, Coachie!” that’s adoration. Wonderful memories. Love, Gene & Marian
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Becky Poquette, Houston, TX
Coach, the Human Little People Mover
Dave and I started teaching at St. John's School the same year. He, of course was a coach, and I taught Class Four. I remember watching from the upstairs balcony while my kids walked to their art class. We always had to watch to make sure they behaved themselves! I loved to go watch them every day because just about the time they were out of sight, Coach would come into view with two or three Kindergartners hanging on to each leg! Dave would be "fake" yelling at the little darlings to get off and walk on their own. They would be laughing and giggling all the way. He loved every minute of it. It was a great sight, and one I looked forward to seeing and hearing nearly every day. Coach will be missed for many things. His humor and great spirit most of all.
Love to you, and God's richest mercy. Becky P.
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George Knudten, Broomfield, CO
So many memories of Dave. He was my roomie (his term) for two years. Dave's junior, senior years, and my freshman, sophomore years. Back in those days five of us shared two rooms. One to sleep in and the other to study. Whether at the Rivoli in Seward or in the room, Dave's laugh was unmistakable. We had some great hearts partners games and steak fries.
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Michael Rodriguez, Houston, TX
8th Grade at Trinity Messiah
Mr. Faszholz was our favorite teacher. He was always quick with a joke or funny remark. He made class fun. I remember one of his discipline techniques was when we screwed up and I did alot, I had to copy a page from the dictionary. I must have rewrote the entire dictionary that year, but it was still fun. The words "sly Rodriguez, real sly" when I tried to pull a fast one on him, still makes me laugh. I will miss him, he made my education not only bearable but fun.
I last saw him at Trinity the day of my daughter's baptism. My prayers go out to his family and other friends.
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Carolyn Williams, Houston, TX
My fondest memory of Dave is watching him bring a class of squealing Kindergarten and 1st grade children back to their class after PE with him. The children adored this gentle giant and he was loved and respected by the faculty as well. Even though he retired and left several years ago, I still miss him!
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Francie Kinney, Houston, TX
Big Daddy!
Mr. Faszholz, What a wonderful man. Both of you, Mr. and Mrs. Faszholz - Jean and Dave, were so good to me. Reading the stories of the school children hanging on to your legs, I think that's how I felt even at 18! When I think of you, I think of laughter, readying my next comeback while trying not to 'cross the line' and yes, getting to drive the van on the California trip (even if only for a few scary minutes). I have to say though, that my best memories were just being at the dinner table with you (which was quite often). I learned what a great Dad is and I always knew you cared about me.
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Kelly McVay, San Francisco, CA
Fond Memories of a Great Guy!
I’ve had the pleasure of knowing Dave for almost 24 years, when my brother had the good sense to marry his daughter Cindi. From the first time we met in Houston at Cindi and Kurt's wedding, Dave and Jean have always welcomed us and made us feel part of their special family. The weekend of the wedding was not the easiest time to get to know each other, as they had their hands full with wedding details, other visiting family and the big day. A year later, when we returned for a week long "Tour of Texas" to celebrate both Kurt & Cindi's 1st anniversary, and attend a wedding in Dallas, was one my favorite memories in Texas. Going to the Astrodome together to see the Giants vs. Astros was a great experience for us, not so much for Dave. (I recall the Giants winning by a large margin). Being the gracious host he always was, he sat quietly drinking his beer while we cheered on our beloved SF Giants.
The weekend also included BBQ @ Goode & Co, & finally Captain Benny's for jalapeno poppers. I still remember Dave sitting there giggling at John, as he consumed popper after popper, sweating profusely. I don’t think Dave had ever seen anyone eat so many poppers with such gusto, only stopping to down beer and wipe his brow.
My beloved Aunt Audrey was there as well, which makes me smile. She was living in Houston at the time. My next trip to Houston would be to say my goodbyes to her. While there, Dave and Jean let me stay with them. They were so kind to me, during a very difficult time.
Over the next twenty plus years, we spent numerous holidays, birthdays and celebrated significant events together. Being accepted into the Faszholz family has been a remarkable gift. Our many trips to the cabin, backyard bbq's at K & C's and holidays together will always hold dear memories for me and my family. We always had a good time together and created so many fun memories for our daughter Alx to share. Dave is probably not aware of the role that he played in the McVay Family's life without even knowing it. Both John and I grew up without a father in our lives. Mine passed away when I was very young, and John never knew his father. Having said this, Alx never had a grandfather to call her own. I remember when she was little, she asked us for one. Trying to explain why she did not have one in her life, to a very small child was difficult. God bless Dave! We are thankful that Alana and Erica were always "willing to share him". Dave was a 'father-in-law' for John and I, and the grandfather that Alx could only dream of. Alx was also fortunate to inherit Aunt Deb & Uncle Bret. Over the years, both Dave and Jean have shared in our lives (mostly ups) and a few downs, always supportive, always loving, always unconditional. Dave’s humor, strength and love of family will forever be something that we will aspire to follow. He was a great example to us all.
We will fondly remember that BIG Party last April to celebrate his 80th Year. We all were a great team and made that party something fun for him to enjoy and to be celebrated. I'm very thankful that Dave was in good spirits & health. What a day to celebrate our Super Dave! Saying goodbye is never easy. My heart is heavy and tears non-stop. Thanks for the memories.
Until we will meet again, Big Hugs ~ Kelly
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Cheryl Witt Hampton, Webster, TX
Wow....where to start....he was my 6th grade teacher and my basketball coach at Trinity. There was never a dull moment in class. And what girl didn't have a crush on Mr. Faszholz???? He had nick names for several of our class members and the one that I remember was the one for Bill Thiess....Willy Lump Lump! I remember him drawing pictures on the overhead projector while we were studying. He was always fun in class but he made sure we learned and he made sure we knew about Christ's love for us.
I also remember the infamous paddle....yep, the one with holes in it...luckily I was never on the receiving end of that!!! I was never a starter in basketball and really was quite surprised I even made the team.....I remember when we'd be at a game and he would stand up and start looking on the bench for who to put in....I was always petrified and tried to look invisible because the last thing I wanted to do was mess up in front of Coach! But he had a way of giving you confidence that you could get out there and play. Not everyone is lucky enough to be able to keep in touch with their teachers from school. I was truly blessed not only to have him as a teacher but to be able to keep in touch with him long after those school years.
Jean, Debbie, Cindi and Bret....thanks for sharing "Super Dave" with all of us!
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Kurt Faszholz, Double Oak, TX
What a Great Uncle and Super Family!
In reflecting back on Uncle Dave's impact in my life I have to admit that I can't think of Uncle Dave without thinking of Aunt Jean. Also, I can't think of Uncle Dave and Aunt Jean without remembering cousins Debbie, Cindi and Bret. What a wonderful thing God has done in designing the family and when I remember this family it brings a smile to my face and joy to my heart. Even though the Faszholz family is spread across the country there is a special bond and relationship that is truly God sent. The Fab Five plus one and their spouses inspire us all to run in their tracks and make us think deeply about who's we are (sorry for the poor grammar, Aunt Jean).
Be encouraged, keep the faith and God bless.
From:
Bob & Bridget Hills, Friant, CA
We will always remember how Dave was always painting something when you would be in Wilsonia. He will truly be missed.
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Paul Schoenfeld, Houston, TX
What an honor it was to know Dave and have the opportunity to share fond moments with him on the softball fields of Houston in the sixties. Dave was one of the quietest players, but boy did he speak loudly with his bat. As a catcher on the opposing team I always feared having Dave at bat with runners on base; but as a teammate it was always comforting to have him hitting when we needed a run. In 1968, our team, as Texas State Champions, went to the Fast Pitch World Tournament in Clearwater, Florida. Unfortunately we did not do well, but sharing that time with Dave will not be forgotten.
I am confident that the students and players he taught and coached will have lasting memories of him as well. Dave was a person who made a difference and left an impact on those who knew him.
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Vikki Knudsen, Miami, FL
My best memories of Dave were at the two Christmas's that my Mom and I spent with the Faszholz family in Alameda, CA. Dave and Jean were SO welcoming to me and my mother, we really felt that we were part of the family! We will hope to keep this tradition going, and fondly remember Dave at holiday time.
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Julie Arbuthnot Harrison, Baton Rouge, LA
I met the Faszholz family in 1976 when I attended Lamar High School and played volleyball with Debbie and Cindi. Bret joined the party shortly after with all the late night Disco dances and club hopping. Although we attended different colleges, we continued our friendship every Spring Break at beautiful Caribbean beaches.
One of my favorite memories of Dave was a trip to Belize that he and Jean accompanied us on. Dave was not that fond of the ocean. He liked water that you could see your feet in so we decided a boat trip to a bird sanctuary on a private island might be something he would enjoy. The captain parked the boat a few yards off shore in knee deep clear water and told us to climb on down and walk over to see the beautiful flamingos etc....as I hurried onshore I could hear Dave yelling and fussing. Apparently, the bigger you were the more you sunk in the bird GUANO..I think he ended up crawling to shore...not sure as I hightailed it to the other side of the island after I saw how mad he was.
I was a regular on the Trinity Lutheran sports teams. In order to be a regular on the sports teams that meant attending Trinity Church...I think this was a ploy to keep us out of the discos so late on Saturday ...but I truly enjoyed attending services with the family and singing all the hymns that were required, and after service there was a yummy casserole waiting for us back at the house on Drexel. Dave and Jean always make you feel like you are part of their family.
Finally, I began a teaching/coaching career at Episcopal High School and it seems like Coach Dave was always there to lend a hand or give me advice on how to handle teenagers. Thanks Coach Dave for all the love and support. You are a true Super Hero to me! God bless the Faszholz Family.
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Bret Faszholz, New York, NY
Growing up, being terrified but curious at the same time to help with any project in the garage (i.e., your assistant). Whether it was changing the oil in the Mustang, fixing something, assembling anything...reminds me of the father in A Christmas Story when he is down in the basement cussing like a sailor. That's how it always was with you - lots of cussing and throwing things, but it never lasted for very long and we always accomplished whatever it was we were trying to do!
Being terrible at sports, and you trying to coach me as best you could. I did have my moments, but they were few and far between. Our teams never did very well, and the phrase you used as a consolation to us was, "You win some, you lose a lot!" I never forgot that and still use the phrase to this day.
The many summers we would all pile into the car and drive to California from Houston. How did we ever do that in the Mustang? A family of five. But as a kid I slept in the back windshield cove since I didn't want to get the middle 'hump' in the backseat (Cin and Deb had the prime corner seats). Was it the safest thing, no, but you & Mom were fine with it and it worked for me. As we got older and having just received our licenses, you 'allowing' us to take turns driving the Ford van only in stretches of vast desert in Arizona or New Mexico where the highway was pretty much a straight line, but still yelling from the back "You're fishtailing - straighten it out!" as you were trying to nap. I've never been more awake at 1:00am driving and gripping the steering wheel to make sure there could be no fishtailing or swerving felt in the back seat!
Who can forget me having nightmares or getting scared at night as a small boy, and because I had wet the bed on occasion (allegedly), when I went to you & Mom's bedroom to jump in bed with you guys for comfort and protection, I was declined and relegated to the small rug on the floor at the foot of the bed with maybe a blanket. As long as I had a bowl of water and my chew toy next to me I was fine.
Not only did you excel at sports, but were a talented artist as well. I remember the paintings in our house and also the big landscape painting you did for Grandma Esther, which she proudly displayed in her living room. For some reason I remember the portraits you did of Deb, Cin and me hanging in the garage - hmmm. And the many events at Trinity which required artwork, you were always there to draw, paint and design whatever was needed.
From playing sports (football, basketball, baseball, tennis, golf) to coaching, reffing, umping...you name it, you were involved. A lifelong dedication and love of all things sports. Later in years it was mainly watching on TV but sports were always on!
The travel and real estate investing I learned from both of you. The houses you purchased in San Marcos and rented for many years, to the condos on Aftonshire and N Post Oak, and loaning me the down payment for my first condo on Wild Indigo (sale price $16K) - that's a lot of real estate to juggle while holding your day jobs and various commitments. And being raised on travel created my lifelong love of travel. So glad we got to see and experience so many places together while I worked at Royal Caribbean. A particular favorite of ours was Scandinavia and Russia.
All the trips to NYC and walking everywhere! I remember the time I suggested we do something very 'New York' and order Chinese food in one night. We happily scarfed down all the food, then you woke up in the middle of the night sick as a dog. Nice idea, but we never did that again!
Your sense of humor. Both you and Mom. Biting sarcasm filled with zingers, and the ability to always find humor in any situation. It was a gift and I think we all inherited it and we sure did laugh a lot! Lots of laughter growing up.
Your effect on so many...from hundreds of students you coached and taught, to fellow teammates, to people at church, you touched and impacted so many lives. It's amazing to think about, and they all have stories they can recall about Coach Fasz.
You and Mom. Always there. Never a fight, outburst, nothing. Incredibly normal considering everything you both had going on in your lives while raising three kids. Deb, Cin and I were so lucky to have you guys, and your unconditional love and support no matter what! We weren't one of those families that said "I love you" all the time because that was too mushy for us, but it was implied and we always knew it. We didn't need to say it. But I'm saying it now, I love you, Dad. So thankful we got to spend time together to tell each other that in the last weeks.
From:
Pete Elizondo, Houston, TX
Mr. Faszholz was my 8th grade teacher and I will always remember him vividly. He was a strong man who always taught us right from wrong either on the playing field or in the classroom. Thank you for leading us in the right direction.
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Mary Hamill Lasley, Houston, TX
Art camp was the highlight of my summers growing up, and Mr. Faszholz was amazingly talented, always welcoming, and forever kind. I'll always remember him (and his wife) for making those hot summer days so fabulous.
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Kay (Juergen) Schneider, Houston, TX
"Coach" in the general meaning was not just a title given to Mr. Faszholz (doesn't feel right calling him Dave...he would've thrown a kick ball at me!) it was way more. Sure he coached me in volleyball (told me I was too short to spike!), softball (put me at short stop and called me "short stuff".....hence the previous comment), and helped me earn yet another nickname "Scrappy" (when he gave me instructions to foul certain players on the opposing team!) in the game I loved most, basketball. Basketball was the game he encouraged me to continue to persue in HS as a starting point guard on the Varsity team as a Freshman....he even came to see me play a few games in HS. He was a tough coach at times, that stare of his alone could almost bring you to tears...but you wouldn't dare! And yes, his somewhat "Bobby Knight" like outbursts were questioned but ask anyone who ever played for Knight or Faszholz for that matter and they were honored. He may have looked mean at you at times, standing what seemed like 8 feet tall...but we all knew he was a gentle giant at heart.
But yet, coaching in this definition was not all. He "coached" his students in more important things that we would carry on throughout our lives. Having faith in our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, honesty, discipline, dedication, the art of sarcasm, the importance of finding humor/laughter in situations and humbleness just to name a few. He remains my favorite coach/teacher to this day.
I remember how honored I was to present him with a pocket watch at Trinity from our 8th grade class when he retired from there.....he was my "Coach"! "I thank my God upon every remembrance of you" (Philippians 1:3) of you Coach... and there are so many great memories for me as I'm sure for many, many more of your students!
All my love, Mrs. Faszholz and family!
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Nancy (Lamborn) Thyparambil, Lincoln, NE
Hangin' Around
I was fortunate to teach with Dave at Trinity in downtown Houston in the late 70s and early 80s. I was a 3rd grade teacher for 5 of those years, but for 2 years from '81 - '83 I taught 7th grade and a couple of 8th grade subjects. As I recall, Dave taught mostly 8th grade and did the coaching and PE of course. One day one of the smaller 7th grade boys named Billy (who got teased a lot) didn't come back to class from PE. I asked the other boys where he was. They said he was "hangin' around in the locker room". I asked Dave to go look for him. Sure enough, tiny Billy was dangling by his belt on a hook downstairs in the locker room where the other boys had hung him up! I'm sure Dave was not too thrilled, and took him down and sent him back to class. I have no memory of what punishment the other boys received, but undoubtedly it was fair and well deserved.
I will always remember with fondness Dave's kind, positive, and joking personality. He was one of the few persons who could get away with calling me "Nance" instead of Nancy. Maybe it was because he was so darn good looking. It was my honor and pleasure to call him colleague and friend, and I look forward to seeing him again in heaven. I send my love to you, Jean. Whenever my math kids are enjoying the games you sent me, I think of you.
God bless and comfort you at the earthly loss of Super Dave until you are reunited again in Jesus' loving arms.
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Kristina Duemer Campodonico, Greenbrae, CA
Most of my time with Dave was spent at the Cabin. Dave was always so patient with all of us when Cindi's college friends and roommates descended on Wilsonia for several days at a time. Dave was our chauffeur for 2 or 3 visits and he drove us all over Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks. We put a lot of miles on that truck and he was smart enough to suggest we all just hang out in the cab while he and Jean took us everywhere. There are not many parents of my friends that I would move in with for a few days, but Dave and Jean always welcomed me to the Cabin, knowing how much I love it.
A favorite memory is when Coach Dave taught my (then) 6 year old to hit pine cones with the golf clubs. After about 30 minutes, Luke had the grip and golf swing DOWN! Dave had his little patch of green turf that he'd put at the edge of the Party Rock behind the cabin and they would wack the crap out of those little pinecones. It was awesome. This past summer, my kids couldn't wait to get the gold clubs out and they headed up the rock with the always-full box of pinecones. What a gift for my son and for me. Thanks Coach Dave.
Let's meet for a scotch on the 18th hole! You will be missed. Love, Kristina
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Eva Prappas, Houston, TX
Summers at the Cabin
In the summer of '82 the Faszholz girls and Prappas sisters decided to take a vacation to California. We arrived in Los Angeles where we picked up Kristina Duemer and headed up to Wilsonia. Dave and Jean met us with open arms ready to show off their treasure. We would pile into the back of the truck and head out to a different excursion daily. While we excitedly ran up every trail, Dave would wait and read his paper until we returned. Nights were filled with stories of our adventures, laughter and good food.
On one such day as everyone decided to go for a hike, I choose to stay behind and sunbathe on this big rock by Kings River. I was wearing my brand new red Cosmo bathing suit I purchased while in LA. As I was spreading my towel and preparing to lay down, I looked over the side of the rock to peer at the rushing river below. When suddenly a woman yells "She's going to jump"!! As I am trying to figure out who she is talking about I realize it is me. Jean and the gang came running back. Once Jean gave the approval that it was ok for me to take this risk, I was urged by all to not be a whimp and do the jump. Feeling pressured I had no choice. In I go and am immediately whisked down stream. Unprepared for how cold it was going to be and now so far away from my towel, I had nothing to fear because there was Dave waiting for me with a big blanket to wrap up in.
Many years later when I took my family to Wilsonia, Dave and Jean once again opened the cabin to us with open arms. We shared the stories from that famed summer to laugh about once again. On this trip, I finally got to go to the community center for a pot luck dinner. Lady luck once again played into our hands as this year it was decided that the oldest person and his family got to go first. Dave was the oldest at the young age of 76. This was probably close to one of the last times I saw Dave. Shortly after, he and Jean moved to California to be closer to their family.
It's funny because it seems like yesterday we were sitting around the table on the back porch eating dinner, sharing stories and as always having a great time.
Much love, Eva
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Randy Eickenhorst, Round Rock, TX
Fortune Teller
Coach, Teacher, Father, Athlete, Husband are all titles that people use to describe Mr. Faszholz. I would add Fortune Teller to that list.
Right before Mr. Faszholz left Trinity he stepped out of coaching and became our 8th grade teacher. At our graduation Mr. Faszholz had a nice overview of each kid including a prediction for what he/she would do in the future. I have no idea what he said about me except that he predicted that I would be a world traveler. Growing up my parents took Kellie and me on travel trailer trips all over the United States, but most of the trips were when I was really young. During the class year it had become a joke that when a city, state, etc would come up, I would say that I had been there but I do not remember it. So with his wit, I got the prediction of being a world traveler.
So every time I get asked to take a trip that requires me to sit in coach for 20+ plus hours I chuckle and blame Mr. Faszholz. And on every one of those trips while I am sitting on the plane ready to take off I think of that prediction and how true he was.
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Michelle Dudley (Edwards), Houston, TX
I am deeply saddened about Mr. Faszholz's passing. I was his student from 1st-8th grade. I lived going to P.E. it was my favorite part of the day...I learned so much from him...He made you smile and laugh...he will be missed.
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Walter Tietjen, Elk Grove, CA
Remembering Dave at Billy Hebert Field
As a Stocktonian I treasured every opportunity to get out to Billy Hebert Field, then the home of the Stockton Ports. This love of the game was enhanced when Dave joined the Channel Cities CA team as a starting pitcher and a "go to guy"for pinch hitting. One night it was my privilege to watch a game with Tom and their mom, Mamie. Dave threw a four hit shutout -three doubles and a triple. As he came out of the clubhouse following the game he gently flipped the game ball to his mother and said with that engaging smile: "Here Mom, I had them popping up tonight."
David won many athletic awards throughout his life. But knowing him I have every confidence the one he treasures most is the award he didn't win- the gift of God's forgiveness and the promise of life with the Father forever because of the merits of Jesus, His Savior and Lord. That award he and you, Jean have shared together with each other, with family, with friends, and with countless numbers of students over the years. Thanks be to God.
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Tom Doggett, Georgetown, TX
A Precense
I attended CCC in 1952, a really wet behind the ears "Fuchs" who really loved sports. I was blown away by the JC team of Dave Faszholz, Dave Joeckle, Jack Duitsman, Don Tietjen, and Jack [?] Kingsberry. Although only a freshman, they allowed me to watch them practice and wanting to get into and remain in their good graces, I always made sure I had plenty of gum for them (thankfully, they never refused my offerings). Dave carried himself so well and was a non-assuming hero inspiring me with his athletic skills as well as his faithfulness to his Savior. I never heard a cross word from him. Although our paths did not cross in the future, he will always be one of the most admired people I have ever met.
Thankfully, I was able to "play" on future CCC teams with his younger brother, Tommy. It will be special to spend eternity with him one of these days. Missed, but not forgotten.
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Jerrel Geisler, Houston, TX
As another of my classmates from Trinity mentioned, he had a way with giving people nicknames. It would be interesting to see a list of all the nicknames that people had over the years. Some of those you live down and some that never go away.
I remember from 6th grade (I came to Trinity late) through Trinity Men's league, not matter what sport, no matter how good (or bad) you were he always supported you. From seeing him wear a dress and a wig during the student/teacher basketball games we had at the end of the season back them - to getting your shots blocked during that same game. His wit, his humor, even his constructive "anger" helped you become a better person. For that we are all grateful. Even if he never knew you there is a legacy that lives on through those he taught and coached.
It was interesting to see him back at coaching when my own son played at Trinity during his student years. Was nice to see my son and I being coached by the same person and that fact still having impact on both of us today. When my brother Norman played at Trinity (he was one of the better players) it was nice to see that Norm wished to follow in his footsteps. The teaching and coaching that my brother learned (I'll speak for him) stays with him today. When I told Norm about Dave's passing he mentioned to his family that Dave was his "first" coach. The dedication that Dave instilled in him continued to his kids, a daughter who played on softball scholarship in college and a son about receive a similar bid as he heads to college next year.
Dave had a great impact on kids he didn't even know - through the eventual parents that he did. We all missed him when he moved from Houston - and we all will now even more! Watch out angels - there might be a kickball headed your way!!!!
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Kelly (King) Dobbins, Houston, TX
Dear Mrs. Faszholz, Deb, Cindi and Bret- I send my deepest condolences to you all. Your husband and father spent his time on this earth making such a difference in SO many lives.
When I think of my school years at Trinity the first person to come to mind is him. I was in such awe with his artistic abilities and passion for his sports. Which I was not gifted in either one...but he always encouraged me on. He was a true inspiration and a gift to all who were taught by him.
I look forward to seeing all his beautiful wall art in heaven.
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Cindy Witt Fenno, Houston, TX
My thoughts and prayers are with the family. Mr Faszholz was one of my favorite teachers. He was firm and funny and instilled confidence in all of us. He will be greatly missed.
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Sandy Mixon, Groveton, TX
Mr. Faszholz knew how much he touched my life from early on through adulthood. He was a coach, not just in sports but also in making you believe that each of us made a difference in this life. Making you believe in yourself.
Coach, save me a spot on the next team you have. You truly were a hero to me.
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Eric Rasmussen, Chandler, AZ
Memories of Uncle Dave
As a very young kid we would sometimes stay with Grandma Mamie in Berkeley. I remember going to church in Berkeley and having all the old timers at church calling me either Dave or Jack claiming I looked just like them! Even as a young kid that made me feel good because I knew how much my mom loved her brothers and what studs they were!
I loved all the summers where Uncle Dave, Aunt Jean, Debbie, Cindi and Bret would come to California for summer vacations. It seemed like every time you guys came out it was the hottest week of the summer. Uncle Dave sacrificed his knees and hands to keep from crushing Jill when they were riding double on her bicycle when the frame collapsed and they went to the street hard. Uncle Dave was laughing hysterically and Jill......not so entertained.
Thank you Uncle Dave and Aunt Jean for sharing your beautiful cabin in Kings Canyon with my kids and I. We had such a great time staying with you, fishing, taking outside showers, giant sequoia trees and watching The Sand Lot on DVD! We love you Uncle Dave!
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Anissa Carbajal-Diaz, Houston, TX
May Coach Faszholz rest in peace. He was a wonderful presence and I fondly recall managing his JV basketball team at St. John's during my high school years from '89 - '93. I and my co-manager, Bettina Yip, got the lucky treat of Mrs. Faszholz's homemade fudge as a "bonus" for keeping stats and such at the close of the seasons we "worked".
Thank you Coach, for your influence and caring for students. ACD
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Carie Faszholz-Hanes, Portland, OR
I think back to the lengthy summer trips I spent at your Houston home which were so key to my teenage experience. I'm forever grateful that you would include me in the mix - and that Deb, Cin and Bret would let me tag along and enjoy the fruits of their social circles!
One recollection is when Uncle Dave came to my rescue...I was being brought 'home' to your house on Drexel by my date (I think it was Lance Berg), and he was intent on kissing me goodnight after he walked me to the front door. All I could think was...yuck! At that moment, Uncle Dave opened the door and rescued me from prolonged awkwardness - yay!
I remember learning how to make beer bread, and raiding Aunt Jean's cookies, and listening to 70s disco on the stereo in the sunroom in the air conditioning. Shopping at the Galleria mall and trips to Galveston, all added to giving me a bigger perspective on the world to take (back) with me.
What impresses my husband Hilary the most is the dedicated and loving long-term relationships he witnesses in the Faszholz clan - thank you for being such courageous and caring role models.
With much love, Carie & Hilary
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Donley "Cotton" Matthias, Arlington Heights, IL
Dave's years at Concordia, Seward
Though 2 years behind Dave, I did interact with Dave frequently, mostly while involved in sports. He brought to Concordia a West Coast cultural presence and sense of humor. I remember him looking out from Jesse Hall during the first snowfall, enjoying the views of students taking a "header" on the ice as they exited Founders.
Also, when attending Seward's one and only theater, you always knew where Dave and Jean were sitting when the "Roadrunner Cartoon" was showing, as Dave's laughter was certainly the loudest in the house.
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Ruth (Teinert) Dunigan, Strafford, MO
"Coach" Faszholz was my science teacher and coach while I attended Trinity Lutheran Church & School in Houston, Texas.
The one thing I will always remember and admire about him is the respect with which I was treated by him on all occasions and in every circumstance. In a time when I felt totally worthless, he always reminded me with his smile and demeaner that I wasn't. I have visited Trinity church over the years since and had always hoped I would get to see him again and tell him what an impact he had on my life in the three short years I attended Trinity.
I am writing this in his honor and to thank him for being such a wonderful, kind human being. To me, he always reflected the love of the Father. This is a man who will defintitely be missed by many more than just his family and close friends.
"Coach" Faszholz, it was an honor and a privelege to have known you. I look forward to seeing you again "on the other side". I also would like to offer my condolences to your family. May they find the grace in this time of grief that you always gave to others. Shalom.
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K.W., Houston, TX
So many fond memories of Coach Faszholz. We loved "the Fazzer" at St. John's School in the late 1980s, and he always made us laugh. He was one of my all time favorites and will truly be missed.
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Charner Bolin, Houston, TX
Jean! From first grade on you and Dave made a huge imprint on Kelly's and my life! The teacher/mentor to leader example! We have looked to you both! We send you BIG Texas thoughts, prayers and love!
Charner & Kelly
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Polly Faszholz Gregali, St. Louis, MO
My fondest childhood memories of Dave and the Houston branch of the Faszholz family was their annual trip to Grandma Mame's in Belle, MO. Belle is a short drive from St. Louis and we loved it when the rest of the family were there.
Uncle Dave usually piled us in their van and took all the kids to the swimming pool in Owensville - I am positive to get us out of Mame's hair! The gravel road leaving Mame's wound its way through the country side and we hit the railroad tracks right before we got to the main highway. For some reason the van always ran into problems and stopped on the tracks. Naturally we kids got a little excited, but Uncle Dave always seemed to get us going in the right direction. Excitement was in the air around the Houston group.
When I was selling beef jerky (early '80s) and travels took me to Houston, Dave and Jean always found a spot for me. One stormy spring, while I was sleeping in the guest quarters (the guest room on the other side of the garage) - Houston was hit by many tornados. I sat in the bed with the covers up to my eyes, watching the tree tops nearly touching the ground. I was going to go into the house to see if anyone else was awake, but I had to go through the garage to get there. With my luck I would be in the middle of the garage when one of those trees would come tumbling down. I found out in the morning at breakfast the family was sitting in the living room! I should have been more adventurous and went through that garage.
My most recent visits with Dave and Jean in Walnut Creek and San Francisco will always be treasured. The family always opens their doors for a place to stay when I am out west and the company is priceless! Your memory warms my heart and makes me smile. Thank you for all the fun, the jokes, and the great time. You will be missed.
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Marc Schrank, Warwick, RI
Though I was young when we moved to Houston, I have vivid memories of Coach Fasz from our relatively short time there. He defined the term Coach, certainly someone you wanted on your sideline, and feared if you were the opponent. I remember being able to sit behind the basketball team in the upstairs Trinity gymnasium, both thrilled and intimidated with the task of handling the warmup shirts for the team.
We moved away from Houston to St. Louis before I was eligible to participate in organized athletics under Coach Fasz’s tutelage. However, I still fell within the grasp of the Faszholz family coaching empire, with brother Jack (the Rev) at Lutheran High South in St. Louis as my football and baseball coach.
My first car was a 1965 Ford Mustang (though purchased in 1979), possibly influenced by the Faszholz family car years earlier? I have foggy recollections of our family being granted temporary custody of the Faszholz family Mustang for a few weeks one summer while they were away.
Though now many years have passed, I will always cherish the friendship between our two families.
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Peggy (Richter) Scheel, Houston, TX
So many fond memories of Coach...
I truly appreciated how much he believed in me. He taught me how to work hard at a sport I was terrible at...basketball! He was an encourager in his funny way, when I desperately needed encouragement. I ended up marrying a man much like him...funny, easy going, strong, and not full of himself.
Thanks Coach for your investment that has born good fruit. I am not afraid of tackling new things and working harder than everyone else!
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Kay & Allen Leighty, Fresno, CA
Allen and I feel fortunate for the good times and conversations we were able to share! The experience and friendship made us better people. We are so lucky to be your 'cabin' neighbors in Wilsonia.
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Gene Faszholz, Seward, NE
I too remember those Seward visits and how much Dave contributed to the CU baseball team. Not only that, but it was fun to have you here. We got some golf in (you with that old set that I’m sure handicapped your score!) and you were able to see some of your old buddies from yesteryear.
I remember we attended a number of booster club get togethers which were eye opening at times. Oh yes, how about the time you put in a ceiling fan in our guest room (it’s still there and still working!) for which we are so grateful. Best of all, we could relax and have fun and we certainly did!
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Carolyn & Mike Bell, Houston, TX
Jean....you know that you and Dave have always been Mike and my idols....in great shape, active, interesting, great attitudes, etc....the list goes on. I am including the email correspondence between our sons Jim and Mike and their friend Jack Nelson when I emailed them about Dave. The boys thought a lot of him.
Jim: Some people say he was the best basketball coach they ever had. I never played for him but he would shoot around during PE and he had a great shot. I remember him yelling at me in dodgeball because I was shooting basketballs after class was supposed to be over.
Mike: He was a really nice guy who I always thought had good priorities. What was that back door type play that he drilled into all his teams?
Jack Nelson: I have two specific memories of Coach Faszholz:
1. He insisted on trying to make me perfect the jump hook. I had to practice it every day after our regular practice. I honestly don't know if I ever hit the rim (generally banged them off the backboard with a few airballs mixed in). He finally gave up after about three weeks.
2. One memorable conversation. "Coach, how about that move I just made. I've got that cat-like quickness!" Coach F. "Yeaaaah, fat cat."
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Richard & Midge Wagner, Austin, TX
There are so many "works" that Dave accomplished and the testimonies of his students follow him. I will mention only one. For many years after his retirement from teaching and coaching at Trinity, he continued to help serve Holy Communion to God's people. What a deep impression that made on so many folks who remembered Dave as the stern disciplinarian of the basketball court. At those Sunday services they saw him also as the faithful follower of the Holy One who motivated the Coach's life.
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Dodie McKellar, Houston, TX
Dearest Jean- I did not meet Dave until a long time after I knew you, but when I did, I thought you were the kind of couple everyone wants to know.....both good looking, witty and talented in every phase of life......you have been a wonderful team. My heart goes out to you, dear friend.
I'll always smile though, when I remember how he told the story of when he was playing baseball in the California League and was introduced....."and now pitching for the Modesto Reds....David Fazzoli"
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Marci Oesch Bahr, Houston, TX
This world has lost a mountain of a man. I have so many fond memories of Dave...of you both! I loved hearing my parents talk about all your antics. I so enjoyed talking to Dave about his St. John's PE classes and his teams. He loved those kids and oh, did they ever love him.
We looked forward to all the parties at your house and then the townhouse. If we were going to the Faszholz's we knew we were going to have fun (laughs and also good food and drinks).
My youngest sisters and brother remember Dave back in the Trinity days. That big booming voice in PE and also the art guy! As I said, this world has lost a mountain of a man, and he will be missed by all.
I can just imagine that Dave has all the angels organized into teams to play basketball or tennis. I guess our comfort is that he is free from this world's travails....and we know that we will all be reunited one day in Heaven.
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Kristin Fischer, Houston, TX
I wasn't one of the honored to have had "Coach" as my teacher/coach like so many others. However, I just wanted to share that I enjoyed every Sunday morning, being greeted by that big smile of his and always thinking, how very handsome Dave was!!! I also admired his artwork that adorned the many bulletins and walls of Trinity Lutheran Church and School. He was such a talented man!
My favorite "Dave" story actually happened one day while in high school. Bret and I were buds! And so Bret invited me over one Saturday to his house to hang out. So we enjoyed the day sunbathing with Debbie and Cindi and then later Bret made me a fried baloney sandwich and then we went into his room to listen to music. Dave and Jean were both gone. And I guess that Debbie and Cindi were supposed to be chaperoning us, like we needed a chaperone. Sometime during the day, Cindi and Debbie left and Bret and I were "alone"!!! I was sitting on Bret's bed looking at an album cover of whatever music we were listening to, when Dave came home. He was terribly angry that Debbie and Cindi had left Bret and I alone! And it was even worse that I was in Bret's room and sitting on his bed! I must not have left a very good impression on Dave, because I was never invited back to visit Bret again! LOL! Anyway, it was a very fun day....always was with Bret! Thanks Bret for that fun day and to your dad who was protecting you from the likes of me! :)
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Donald & Audrey Black, Houston, TX
We have appreciated the thoughts and photos you shared, as well as the obituary and we pray that all went well today at the memorial service. Wish we could have been there as well. You continue to be in our thoughts and prayers for the days ahead.
The comment about playing horseshoes reminded Donald of the church picnic days. He shared with the congregation the fact that he and Dave W. were generally no match for Dave and his cousin, Lou - and that Dave was a fierce competitor, a fact that no one having played with him would argue.
The note about travel partners reminded us of how much we enjoyed the articles written for the Trinity newsletter at the conclusion of your annual summer trek from Texas to California. What adventures they must have been. Since your move to California, Donald has frequently been asked about Dave, where he was and how he was doing. Former students have commented about the impact Mr. Faszholz had on them, especially as a coach and teacher. They had valued his friendship which obviously made a positive and lasting impression upon them. There have only been expressions of thankfulness for things that happened to them through Coach Faszholz at Trinity Lutheran Church and School.
We conclude with what I believe was one of the favorite Bible passages of Dr. Harms which he repeatedly used in his sermons. "Jesus - He was delivered for our offenses and raised for our justification." Just a bit of history that sums up what our ministries and lives are all about. We are thankful for our partnership in the Gospel.
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Dave & Judy Joeckel, Arlington, TX
Dave and I played a lot of basketball at CCC! Not only for the Cougars, but also for the Zion Church team and any team Ray Jochner could enter in one league or another! Dave was the ultimate team player, and kept us laughing and smiling all the way.
Baseball was the same experience. Dave invited me to spend a lot of weekends at the Faszholz home in Berkeley. A very special time with a remarkable family. Dave and I played against each other in the Concordia Tournament twice when he was at Seward and I was at the Sem. He was a tough player. Both of us ended up serving in Texas and had opportunities to visit at Conferences, not during the sessions, of course. Judy and Jean also had time to visit. Jean, your Christmas letters were highlights for us each year. Dave was a solid believer in Christ. His faith was truly active in his way of life...and the joy shone through.
May the Holy Spirit continue to give you that same joy...until our Final Reunion! Love, Dave and Judy
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Darlene Evans, Houston, TX
Dave was a very giving and gracious leader. He was also a lot of fun to be around. I will always be grateful to him for his mentorship throughout my brief basketball experience at Trinity. He truly was the king of the sport.
Sending love and hugs your way.
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Jack Motl, Houston, TX
Dave Faszholz was an inspiration to all of us. Just seeing his picture or saying his name brings a smile to our face. He was a great coach, a leader, and teacher. He taught all of us how to laugh, smile and enjoy life.
Even today I use Dave as an example of a true mentor to others and he will be missed. Our thoughts and prayers to the family.
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Marta Wagner, Hubbardston, MA
Mr. Faszholz is one of my all time favorite teachers, along with Mrs. Gallmeier at the same school. As a teacher myself, I know the profound impact he had on my life.
He signed my 8th grade yearbook: 'If at first you succeed, try hard to hide your astonishment". At the time I only recognized the humor in his words, as an adult I see the application and validity.
Travel well sweet teacher, I sure hope there are some eager young kids looking for a good roller in a game of kickball.
Love to you.
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Lou Faszholz, Houston, TX
What a competitor with above average talent in many sports and other areas. My contact with those sports talents most always came out second best. Our closest competition came in horseshoes but still came in second but not as often as in other areas. As a team in horseshoes, we did OK in the Senior Olympics and at church picnics. Individually, most of our games were at the cabin where we even threw some "hotels" (four ringers on the peg at the same time). Many good times there with him cracking walnuts, juicing oranges, golfing at Sherwood Forest, tennis at the school down the mountain and occasionally fixing something.
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Mary Teinert Rendon, Tomball, TX
I was very blessed to have had my life touched by not only a great coach but an awesome teacher as well. Some of my fondest memories of attending school at Trinity downtown include this big man. For an elementary student his stature was quite impactful all on its own. He introduced me to colors through a prism in science class and coached me through volleyball and basketball as well. He was one of the reasons I loved going to school! I remember Halloween carnivals and the way he would decorate the spooky castle and I remember him buying the 45 record of the song "Jean" at one of those carnivals. And of course who can forget "the look." He didn't have to say a word but you knew it meant behave and get back to work.
Thank you for allowing me to share my stories. God's blessings to all of you. Mary
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Kent Rasmussen, Maineville, OH
Uncle Super Dave!
I have many fond memories but particularly of the 1970s, when you and the family would drive out from Houston and spend a week or so with us. I wasn't even a teenager then, and those visits probably shouldn't have been as memorable for me (I was the youngest cousin by far, so I often was harassed by the older kids!), but those memories are in fact so vivid because of the amazing sense of humor and fun that came with each of those visits.
I remember many hilarious stories of Faszholz family shenanigans in Berkeley, Mamie's parenting tactics, and other terrific stories that were better than TV to this little kid.
I guess I just want you to know that when I think of my life back then, I smile and think of those fun weeks first and foremost. Thanks for being you, Uncle Dave.
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Dennis W. Petrash, Austin, TX
First of all to the family I truly appreciate you sharing your husband/father with me so long ago. My years at Trinty-Messiah as a young student formed who I am to this day and Coach Faszholz was undoubtedly a most influential figure and mentor to myself and so many that were blessed to be in such a wonderful nurturing environment. As Jerrel Geisler said, Coach gave nicknames and mine was "Pete". He told me in baseball tryouts that I was going to play catcher because he needed a big body behind the plate. We would spend alot of time together because Coach had to be the umpire for most of all our games and man would he let me have it if I missed a ball and it hit him.
He taught alot of us about sports, winning and losing. When I crushed a ball only to be caught for the last out of the game I cried on the way back in to pick up my bat. Coach put his big arm around me and said it was alright, he told me I hit the ball really well but the other kid made a great play too. He had a sympathetic heart knowing what to say and I'll always remember that.
We had an undefeated season in 1980 in flag football, likely my last expereince because at Lutheran High we put the "L" in losing big time. He was proud of us all no matter what. Man could he throw a ball, kickball, baseball you name it. If you didn't pay attention he's zing a football into the back of your head or better yet sizzle one into your arm leaving a mark.
In the classroom he would play us records (remember those?) on occaision. Not long ago I found the old Bill Cosby recording on YouTube with the skit Noah and the Ark, my staff and I cracked up listening to God say to Noah "How long can you tread water?" He made learning fun.
I'm thankful Coach was blessed to lead such a rich and fulfilling life influencing so many children leading them to love art, sports and humor. Jean, I regret you have lost your life partner, he was truly an unforgettable and larger than life person. I appreciate your sharing him with so many of us. Debbie, Cindi and Bret your Dad meant so much to me and I am honored to have had him in my life, I can just imagine how you feel and I am sorry you no longer have him to guide you.
He was a great man.
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Joe Knauth, Ann Arbor, MI
Coach was a great man who made everyone smile...even when he threw his untouchable knuckleball. You and your family are in my prayers.
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Kay (Karen) Faszholz Greve, Macomb, MI
I remember the camping trip out east and we visited every battlesite of the Civil War because of my Dad's (Uncle Gene's), love of history! I was riding with the cousins in Uncle Dave's car when driving through New York City. We came to an overpass and there were ten options for exits and five seconds to decide! Dave was a little stressed when asking Aunt Jean which one to take...she obviously chose correctly as we drove right past Yankee stadium! She had it all planned, I'm sure!
Dave and Jean became surrogate grandparents to my kids when we moved to Houston for three years. And while visiting the cabin, and riding with Dave in the truck, Tim could not believe the similarities between Uncle Dave and his grandpa, (Gene.)
Dave will be truly missed. He touched so many lives through his own!
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Sue Garwood, Houston, TX
As I have said to several others at St. John's School recently, all of those good and great 'old timers' are up there straightening things out! Hugs and love to you during these trying times. These wonderful memories will soon fill your heart.
Love, Sue
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Rodney Schrank, Mercer, WI
Dave and I shared 5 yrs. of our teaching careers at Trinity in Houston. Our families grew up together in that parish and became good friends.
The fact that Dave and I were on opposite ends of the spectrum, with Dave in sports and me in music, had little or no effect on our camaraderie. Being of near the same ages, it was a 'natural' for us and our families to get together. I always remember Dave's and Jean's kindness and hospitality to make us "feel at home" when we moved from Milwaukee to Houston. Thanks, Jean.
Next time I hear thunder, it's probably Dave smacking a home run in heaven!
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Laurie Faulkner Schumpert, Austin, TX
Coach Faszholz was a great teacher and coach! He made me a believer in myself and my abilities both on the court and off! You were a great inspiration - thank you for all you did for me while at Trinity!
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Bettina Yip, San Francisco, CA
I have the best, most positive memories of Coach Faszholz! He was always a joy to be around and will be sorely missed.
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Tom Faszholz, Hillsboro, OR
I had these thoughts about Dave, cousin Art and myself. Let me set it up by saying Art always liked to call out, "where are the babes? Let's go find some babes!"
One day while we were out at Uncle Carl's in Missouri, Dave, Art, and I (mind you we were all teenagers, maybe I wasn't yet) drove Unc's Model T Ford--the one that the goats ate the upholstery out of--and headed down the hill toward Summerfield, no doubt looking for some "babes." At the store in Summerfield the car wouldn't restart and we asked the old geezer proprietor at the store to give us a push in his pick up. Well the old guy came roaring up behind and rammed us ahead about 30 miles an hour and we waved him off as we came screeching around the corner and down the hill toward Leona's and the creek. Incidentally, Dave was the pilot of this museum piece.
Well, the car coasted all the way to the creek (before any little bridge was there) and there we sat I recall in the dry bed of the creek. After thoughtful discussion, I think I was elected to walk up (being the youngest and most innocent, "hey Tom, go get Uncle Carl") to get Carl who came down the hill with a wagon and team of horses. He cranked open the side hood, jiggled the choke a little, and presto we were able to resume our drive up the hill while Carl I'm sure shook his head at the dumb city boys. Yikes!
And we found no "babes!"
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Mike Richter, Houston, TX
I have great memories of my childhood years, of Dave and Jean's leadership as teachers, and their commitment to the church and others.
I am so thankful for Coach's investment in my life...my love of sports is something that I personally wanted to thank you for. You taught me a lot in every sport from football to basketball to baseball. You were absolutely great and I will never forget those years!
Mike & Georgann
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Fiona & John Rice, Walnut Creek, CA
Jean- I loved your story about Dave, the stars and sitting out at the cabin. But, you must also remember Dave’s lovely 80th birthday party! I can still see him beaming up a storm with all his family and friends around him. He was so proud of that day!
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Carolyn Wildenthal, Houston, TX
Dave was such a caring person. I taught kindergarten at St. John's for many years and was so glad when he started teaching the kindergarten children.....and did they ever love him! As soon as they saw him some of them would run up to him full speed....and grab him around his legs and give him a big hug.....but sometimes their arms would get a little too high! Dave would grimace and then smile and express thanks to the children....never admonishing them for their "misplaced" exuberance.
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Paul & Gloria Gerdes, Terra Bella, CA
Jean, we have been reminiscing about the many, many times we spent with you and Dave....Cambria twice, Monterey, Pismo when you surprised us as we were celebrating our 50th, Rossmoor, and of course, the cabin. There we enjoyed picnics at different and wonderful locations.....(meadows and 10 Mile Creek come to mind)...and don't forget Happy Hour Rock! Dave had the greatest sense of humor and was always the congenial host with that fresh squeezed orange juice every morning and the vodka tonic (our Wilsonia drink) in the afternoons. The memories keep coming.
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Shelley Quillin, Houston, TX
I have such great memories of Dave when I visited at the cabin with Cindi and friends. He got us all involved in shelling all those walnuts your Uncle Paul brought up. And who could forget how he loved eating those TEXAS nachos!
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Shirley Shockley, Houston, TX
Dave was a CONSTANT in so many lives. He always listened, always laughed and let all of us speak our mind! I will always remember his wonderful smile.
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Debbie Stallings, Katy, TX
I was honored to be taught and coached by him for several years at Trinity-Messiah. Then in 2003, he helped coach the Trinity basketball team that our son was part of. His coaching style was the same as when he coached me so many years before.
Our family has so many fond memories of him! He was an awesome person and I feel very blessed to say that I knew him. The world could certainly use a few more teachers like him, men with such great faith and integrity who were not afraid to share that with so many people.
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Dick Haile & Judy Schafer, Corcoran, CA
Jean- Dick and I are so saddened.....what a wonderful gentleman and friend. We will always remember his kindness and smile. He will be greatly missed by so many folks here in Wilsonia but what a glorious addition to heaven!
From Dick: I have been fortunate in my life.....personal, political and business...to know some really good men. Two of them (your brother Paul and Dave) lived in the cabin across from mine. Now there is only one. Dave was a very good man. What a loss!
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Mike Fehrle, Houston, TX
Teacher and Coach With Heart
Mr. Faszholz was both teacher and coach during my years at Trinity. Personally, what I remember most was his gentle spirit and sense of fairness. I was the third of three Fehrle boys to attend Trinity, following two older brothers who were by far talented sportsmen. Though I was measurably inferior to their sporting ability, Mr. Faszholz always saw to it that I was given a chance to participate in all sports. He took the extra time deemed necessary to ensure I had the opportunity to learn the games. For that, I am forever grateful.