OBITUARY Fred Schultz February 5, 1948 – July 3, 2018 Ferdinand Gustave Schultz 02/05/1948 – 07/03/2018 Better known as Fred or as “Goose” in the military. Fred was a midwestern boy, born to Estelle Bates Schultz and Ferdinand Schultz Sr. in Minnesota. He grew up in South Bend, Indiana with his sisters Linda and Ruth.
As his brother-in-law, Ron, now tells it they “did a lot of stupid things together” as teenagers. Once Ron set Fred’s car on fire, Fred tried to put it out with a quart of water, in his underwear, it didn’t work and the car exploded. But Fred got a Mustang out of it and secretly thanked Ron.
After high school Fred proudly joined the Marines. “Goose” served for nine years, he fought in Vietnam, worked on an aircraft carrier and was stationed in South Carolina, Arizona, Japan and California. He always talked about his adventures as a Marine, he said the Philippines was the most beautiful place he ever visited.
Fred delighted in sharing his escapades with women while in the service, but we’ll refrain from putting those in print. Fred was a husband…to three lucky ladies. And a father of two.
He loved his son Phillip Schultz, from his first marriage and he always wished they had a closer relationship. Fred also had a daughter, Alexandra Limon Parresol, from his third marriage with Josefina Limon. Fred raised Alex from the time she was six and was the best dad a girl could ask for.
Fred loved motorcycles and enjoyed many adventures on his. He also loved his cats Cisco and Blue and his loyal dog Abby. When Fred was in his 60s, he moved in with Alex and her now husband Johnny and it was another adventurous time.
They moved all around the country, to cities like in Fresno, where he was fondly called Farmer Fred. Farmer Fred spent all of his time working on his garden. They also lived in Seattle, where he was known as City Fred because he spent all his time riding around the city on a scooter.
He once rode his scooter to the city’s hemp fest and Johnny followed him and discovered he got his hands on some special “treats”. In DC, Fred of course became Grandpa Fred. He loved his grandson Lincoln, more than anything in the world.
When Lincoln was a toddler, their favorite activity was to sit on the edge of grandpa’s bed thumb through World War 2 books, listen to Willie Nelson and admire the model airplanes grandpa made. Fred was a sweet, caring and generous person. He always gave more than he had and expected nothing in return.
He opened his home to family members who needed it and opened his heart, too. His sense of humor and love touched every person he came across. Fred, you are so loved and will never be forgotten.
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