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Memorial Service Dec. 6, 2019 . Eulogy delivered by grandson, Nick DiLullo.
John Peter Schlatt was the youngest of 11 children, born in a small coal mining town in Southern Ohio called Crabapple. The only store was the General Store owned by the mining company. In those days, the store kept “tabs” for people who couldn’t pay, and took payments as they could make them. His mom died shortly after childbirth. His early childhood was that of being passed between relatives, and for a while to foster parents. His niece Sandy, who could not be here, said “He certainly was tossed from pillar to post from the time he was born. It is nothing short of a miracle that he ended up as successful as he did. Uncle Jack was a “shining star” in my book and an inspiration as to what you can do with your life when you are born in poverty, in an Appalachian coal mining town, in the Ohio Valley.”

Jack, as he was known, joined the army hoping to be a pilot but failed the eye exam. He ended up a sergeant in occupied Japan at the age of 19….getting anti-US propaganda out of schools. He befriended an elderly Japanese woman who did mending for him. He was able to get food for her. When he visited to say good-bye, she insisted he take a beautiful Kimono as a gift of remembrance.

Upon his return to the states, he went to college on the GI Bill…..the first of 11 children to even finish high school. He married Mary and they had Adrienne while he was still at Kent State. Five more children followed over the next 10 years, Vicki, Kevin, Karen, Brian and Susan. He was very proud of his career accomplishments, and loved to talk about the problems he solved. His first job was driving a coal truck in Ohio and his last job was Vice President of Manufacturing Operations at Seagate in Singapore where he and grandma lived for two years.

What kind of man was he?
Grandpa sometimes worked 2 jobs to support his family. He took “fathering” seriously. He instilled his own sense of duty, responsibility, hard work, self-reliance and resourcefulness in his children. He exposed his family to nature, history and exercise. His sense of adventure was curbed by work and financial limitations, but he instilled in his children the curiosity to explore the world outside of their own neighborhood. He made sure his children were well-behaved, had good manners, knew right from wrong, stood up straight…..and came home with good report cards.

His children remember how he whistled while he worked. He believed in “fixing things” rather than replacing them….and he got pleasure from finding the fix . He played the Harmonica. He loved music and made CDs for everyone. He documented his life by taking pictures….more than his family wanted at times.
He loved boats and had several. He taught his children to swim and water ski during camping trips at the lake. He loved airplanes and regularly attended air shows. He loved cars and was meticulous about their care. He loved to ice skate and made sure his children learned on the used skates he bought at St. Vincent de Paul. He was proud of his work, his yard, his home, his family He could be stubborn, was a strict disciplinarian, principled, and a man of his word,

When the kids were gone, he got to travel with his “girlfriend”, Mary. When he returned to Japan he was interviewed on local radio about the post-war occupation. John was civic minded…he spoke his voice to political leaders & met with congressman. He liked a good argument about issues that we faced in our society. He was an avid reader, more so in his senior years as life became increasingly sedentary.
Finally, He didn’t want to live in a place where everyone was old. Grandpa was stoic. He rarely complained about his problems or pain. He fought hard to keep going and provide companionship to the love of his life for 71 years. At last God said “enough my son, it’s time.” His death was a good one….on his terms.

He said he wished he’d been a teacher. He was, in fact, a teacher for anyone who knew him.
WHAT REMAINS ( 9/29/19 the last day )
It’s been two weeks.
He passed. Dad died. Gone except for what remains.
They are not him – the clothes in his closet.
His poster collection mounted on garage walls, his tools, his CDs,
Bird feeders that lured visits from feathered friends .
They are not him - his big chair, his side of the bed.
A website with photos, forever in cyberspace.
The memory of the look on his face when I left last time.
They are not him. Ashes. Ashes. Ashes.
His place in my heart.
What remains. They are not him.
In loving memory of my father, A ~
My thoughts are with Aunt Manya an my cousins.. I hoe you don't mind this little saying..
I stood watching as the little ship sailed out to sea.
The setting sun tinted its sails with a golden light,
and as it disappeared from sight,
a voice at my side whispered “He is gone.”

But the sea was a narrow one.

On the farther shore,
a little band of friends and family had gathered
to watch and wait in happy expectation.

Suddenly they caught sight of the tiny sail and,
at the very moment when the voice had whispered “He is gone”,
a glad shout went up in joyous welcome,
“Here He comes!” Blessings to all Uncle Jack had a big family and many friends..
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Dear Manya and family,
Please accept our heartfelt condolences on Jack’s passing. Know that it has been our pleasure to call him family. In recent years, we have certainly enjoyed his connection on the internet. We will miss his passion, wit, and wisdom. He will live on in the hearts of those who knew him. May he Rest In Peace.
Please also know that we have always regarded the two of you as a beautiful and inspirational couple. May your faith, family, and friends be a comfort to you.
Love,
Barbara and Bob
Poem that is laminated on dad…
Poem that is laminated on dad's desk: Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft start that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die. ~~~~~~I am grateful that the memory I have of my father, is a memory of you. Soar dad, soar!
Our thoughts and prayers are with Aunt Manya and Cousins Adrienne, Vicki, Kevin, Brian, and Susan, the grandchildren and the great-grandchildren. Uncle Jack was a very special man of great accomplishments, but above all, as he told us both when we visited him such a short time ago, his greatest pride was in the family that he and Aunt Manya reared together. May he rest in peace.
In Memory of John
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John came over to our house to look for my brother John to help him with landscaping at his new home in Vermillion. Instead, he got me. I’m not sure he was thrilled about it. Hey, l was a long haired,bearded hippie who was best friends with his daughter Vickie.
Well, we worked hard all day. When we got home , he told me he had misjudged me. He told mea story. When he was young, he always wanted to drive a big rig and to be a teacher, but because he started a family early, he became a businessman. Then he asked what it was l wanted to be. Artist, l said. Then be an artist and don’t settle for anything else. It was the first fatherly advice l had gotten since my father died. It changed the direction of my life. I have been an artist for over 50 years and l know John got to drive a big rig and teach. I’m sure his little chats have changed your lives too. He was a great man. He will be remembered
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Mary, I am so very sorry to hear John passed. You both have been such good internet buddies after our cruise together. I love you both and pray all is well with yourself and family. Please except my condolences. I will not bother you any more on the Internet.
The dog in the photo was name…
The dog in the photo was named Sport. He was the best rabbit hunter in the county. Unfortunately, he got loose and wandered down to the road by the store and was hit and killed by an auto. We never found who the driver was. Buster was a dog the size of a lab and had beagle markings on him. He was also a fantastic rabbit hunter.
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Dear Aunt Manya and all my Schlatt cousins ,
Grief can be so hard, but our special memories help us cope. Our family is keeping your family in our thoughts and prayers . I am sure he will be missed. " A father's guiding hand always sits on the shoulder of his children." Rest in peace Uncle Jack.
With Love,
Denise & Don Slapnicker &Family
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Prayers to all of you during this difficult time ! Rest In Peace Uncle Jack! Love Diane and Don Delande
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I’m so sorry to hear about your father’s passing. I know this is a very sad and difficult time for you and your family. You have my very deepest sympathy.

Sincerely,
Greg Provencher
One of Paps cool cars!
One of Paps cool cars!
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