Donald Schuette

Years ago when I was a youngster, I would get excited when Uncle Donald and Aunt Joan would come back to Minnesota to visit from wherever Uncle Donald was teaching at the time. Grandma Schuette's old house on White Bear Ave was the meeting place and the entire family would get together there to visit them. When I first approached Donald during those meetings he would say hi Dick, and then immediately ask a math question or math problem of some kind. That occurred at every meeting until I was out of high school. He was a teacher first and foremost and as well had an incredible memory. Nephew Richard.

We are so sorry to learn of don’s passing, and send our condolences to you all. Don was a vibrant guy who pursued a variety of fun activities that I got to take part in with him: paddleball, golf, hockey, polka (and waltz and schottische) dancing, being on the water. if that isn’t enough, don was a great colleague in the school of business. He was especially kind and helpful to me in getting socialized my first several years on the faculty. He was well-respected by his peers for his teaching and research, and he provided a calm and reasoned influence in his service to his colleagues and the school. thank you, don. rest in peace. Herb and Sue Heneman

Sending heartfelt condolences to Joan and family.

I was sorry to read of Don’s passing in today’s obituaries. I have the fondest memories of both him and Joan, who was on staff at FUS when I arrived in 1988. Don was a fixture on our finance committee and annual campaigns. More than that, I found him to be a genial soul and a reliable supporter of the Society and my own thirty year ministry. To Joan and all the family, I extend my sincere sympathy for your loss. Don lived a good, long life but is passing is a cause for sadness. Michael Schuler, minister emeritus, First Unitarian Society

I share the family’s sadness in leaning of “Brother” Schuette’s passing. He and I, and our spouses, became friends shortly after I arrived at UW in 1967. From early on we addressed each other as “Brother”, a moniker of affection even though we spent many an hour arguing about various topics. Arguments that never threatened our friendship, however. I concur with Herb Heneman about Brother Schuette as a helpful and fun colleague. I called him the king of minor sports as he bested me regularly in paddle ball, then racket ball, golf, bowling, poker and likely other activities I’ve now forgotten. Rest in peace Brother Schuette.