John Schroeder ’69 enters Chapter Eternal

John Schroeder

John Schroeder ’69

Schroeder, John C. GUILDERLAND John Craig Schroeder, born in Chappaqua, N.Y. on February 2, 1947, passed away peacefully on Monday, April 3, 2017. The loving husband of Margaret (Wetherbee) Schroeder, originally of Hudson Falls; he is survived by Eric, who lives in Bowdoin, Maine with his wife, Brooke; and Alison, who lives with her husband, David Manugian and their two children, Lindsey Rose and Timothy John, in Groton, Mass. John helped and encouraged many in his time at Taylor Instruments, Power Plant, and Schenectady County Community College, where he taught and chaired the Technologies department. He loved tinkering with electrical do-dads and keeping the lawnmowers and snow blowers of friends and neighbors running well beyond their reasonable service lives, as well as reading, not camping, and nourishing his beloved grandchildren with ice cream, playground trips, and mini-golf. He cherished summers at the family cottage on Lake George, where he developed the world’s first weed wacker powered micro yacht, raised the humble grilled cheese sandwich to an art form, and watched autumn colors tumble down the mountain year after year. John gave over 100 pints of blood to the Red Cross and highly recommended the cookies at the St. Madeline Sophie blood drives. Though a fast-acting cancer took his physical life, he will be remembered in the hearts of many for his generous spirit, his willingness to go out of his way for others, and for a quick wit and warm-hearted sense of humor that put people at ease and brightened our lives. He will be missed. Calling hours are scheduled for Friday, April 7, from 4 to 7 p.m. in New Comer Funerals & Cremations, 343 New Karner Road, Colonie, with funeral services to be held on Saturday, April 8, at 11 a.m. in the Oneida Community Church, 197 Sunnyside Road, Queensbury. Burial will be at a later date. He supported the City Mission of Schenectady and the Albany Rescue Mission, to which we request donations be made in lieu of flowers. To leave a special message for the family online, – See more at:

From Bob Hutnick ;71

Just saw this from Paul Jossman ’70, Schroeder has gone on to the Chapter Eternal on April 3.  All honor to his name . . . . My first recollection of “Schroeder” (I didn’t know he had a first name!) was in 1969 when I moved into the House as a 2nd semester sophomore. I would see him in the kitchen, as he was Steward that year, pouring over some mashed potatoes or other goodies on the stove with his cigarette butt hanging out of his mouth and the ashed just about to fall into the food he was tending. I never looked at him cooking again and didn’t want to know what went into our food! But Ruthie and him got along famously and I think they were very close friends as a result. That same semester, my “classic Schroeder story” happened. We were at Margies (go figure) one night during the week (Munger may have challenged us to frequent Margies because the Teke’s were moving in on our territory).  Anyway, we came back from Margies in a 4-car caravan with Spurt, the Pro-Consul, leading the way. Well, as we neared the house “we” decided to wake up the brothers who were sleeping and NOT drinking by blaring our horns at 12 midnight.  By the time I had reached the 2nd deck, there was Schroeder, buck naked, (was his cigarette drooping from his mouth? LOL), signing me up for a fine on the fine sheet! It is a sight I’ll never forget! Anyway, the “case” went to the EC and lo and behold Spurt & Co. found me not guilty. Schroeder stormed off and well . . . my next recollection was 44 years later at an RPI Hockey Game on their big weekend in February. I saw Schoeder walking into the RPI Fieldhouse and called his name. He looked up, and  . . . the rest is conjecture only . . . he saw me, looked down, muttered “A**hole” and kept walking . . . . Seriously, Schroeder was a great guy and we had several conversations even after our “incident.” He was a good family man and a hard worker and anyone who worked as a steward in the House will always have a special place in my heart (and stomach). And to you, Schroeder, all honor to your name.  In Hoc, Ruff


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