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Posted by Clare Schmitt on June 29, 2020
Tribute by Granddaughter Collette Priddy

You often liked to joke around with me that the musical talent in the family came from you. To further prove your point you showed me a certificate from where you had completed band or orchestra in grade school.
I have learned a lot from you Paul Schmitt in the amazing years I got to have you for my grandpa.
Rest easy now grandpa, we love you forever.
Posted by Clare Schmitt on June 29, 2020
Tribute by niece Jen Stone Shartzer

I am glad you are no longer in any pain, Uncle Paul. I'll imagine you on the sidelines of every great football game. I'll even imagine you at the not-so-great ones.
My love to all your siblings, kids, grands, and to all of us that are lucky to call you Uncle.
Posted by Clare Schmitt on June 29, 2020
Tribute by Dave Ford

If you're fortunate, along life's path you'll meet people that influence you in a number of different ways. I consider myself extremely fortunate that I have experienced such influence. Today a very special man was called home to Heaven. Educator, Mentor and Friend...Im a better man because of my friendship with Paul Schmitt. Rest in Peace my friend. No more pain, no more suffering. Thank you for setting the example. #FATHERTIMEREMAINSUNDEFEATED
Posted by Clare Schmitt on June 29, 2020

Tribute from Grandson Jacob Priddy

Dear Grandpa,
Thank you.
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This past Friday, June 12th, my grandfather—Paul Schmitt made his final call and passed away peacefully at his home. This man who many know as a brother, father, grandfather, mentor, coach, ref, and friend left behind one hell of a legacy. One of the few positives of this pandemic is that due to the lack of work for me, I was able to move in with my grandparents about two weeks ago to help take care of my grandfather. I feel quite fortunate to have been able to spend this time with he and my grandmother. The first meal I had with my grandparents when he got back from the hospital he began to write a letter. One for always sharing a bit of advice or wisdom; he told me as he wrote, “Jake, when you want to thank someone for something good they did for you, write a letter immediately that way you’ll send it right away. And when someone has upset you, right a letter and you will never send it and get over it.” So Grandpa, here is my thank you letter (albeit a bit late).
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Thank you for showing me how to find a good watermelon.
Thank you for teaching me how to make your father’s family Egg Nog recipe.
Thank you for teaching me how to make the perfect waffles—it’s his staple weekend breakfast and what he wanted to make his first morning out of the hospital.
Thank you for reminding us of the importance of ice cream (it’s always a good time for a fudgsicle or brown derby).
Thank you for showcasing the perfect way to watch any sporting event.
Thank you for teaching your grandsons how to be gentlemen!
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Thank you to my mom, dad, aunts, and uncles who all helped take care of him later in his life.
Thank you to my cousins who stepped up in helping stay with him as time has passed.
Thank you to all those who have reached out and helped thus far with my family.
Thank you to my amazing grandmother for being the love of his life for 62 years!
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I have countless stories that I could share about this man and every day I learn of a new one. THANK YOU GRANDPA for living an amazing life to the absolute fullest and creating an amazing family legacy. I know this world is a far better place because Paul Schmitt was in it.

Thank you Grandpa!
Posted by Dominic Schmitt on June 19, 2020
June 15, 2020
My name is Tony Meyer, live in New Orleans, work CUSA football.
So sorry to hear about your dad……He was truly 1 of the BEST.
One of my fondest memories of Paul was after a bowl game in 2016.
St Petersburg Bowl December 26th.
1 of the guys Steve, would be retiring after the game, so I brought a white panel football so we could autograph it.
Well in post-game, we present the ball to Steve, than your dad mentioned,
this will probably be my last bowl game because I’m getting up there. ( Meaning Age ).
Steve pulls me on the side and said, “ T you mind if I give the ball to Paul “, I said it’s up to you.
So walking back to our rooms, we stop Paul and tell him, this ball is really for him and wanted to surprise you!
He was taken back, that we would do something like that, he had tears in his eyes and could barely speak.
It was a touching moment me and the guys will never forget.
Just letting you you know how treasured he was and he will be missed.
Condolences to your family.

Tony Meyer
CUSA Side Judge

PS Paul was in HEAVEN before the Devil knew he was dead !!!!
Posted by Gina Priddy on June 19, 2020
June 14, 2020
Like my own father, Mr. Schmitt was larger than life.
He was the patriarch of an amazing family and father to my best friend Clare.
Our sincere condolences for your loss.
Sending much love,
Amy and Kathy Shahayda

June 14, 2020
Paul Schmitt was very loyal to Flaget. He was a Great Family Man,
and a Great Leader . My condolences to Barbara and the Children.
Paul will be miss by everyone - Rest In Peace and God Bless You !
Tony Miller
June 14, 2020
Barbara,
Johnny and I are heartbroken. We will forever remember all of the great times with Paul. We loved him dearly and hold a special place in our hearts for both you and Paul.
Judy McGrath
Friend
Posted by Gina Priddy on June 19, 2020
June 17, 2020
All of us here at Kitchen Kompact want the Schmitt family to know that Paul was an integral part of our history going all the way back to when my Dad, Dwight Gahm, was CEO and President of the company - Pauls visits were extra special here in Jeffersonville!
I especially liked when Paul and
my Dad traded barbs in my office talking about Pauls Dad
and my Dads relationship!
Paul was not only a friend but an advisor to so many Kitchen Kompact customers! My chair
in my office where Paul would always sit to talk business is my
forever memory of a great man who I admired and respected. He taught me that there is no better era than those of the Old School philosophy. I will forever remember his words of advice!
All of us here pray for the Schmitt family, and all 200 of us here realize Pauls efforts of going beyond the call of duty to help our company keep the reputation that Dwight Gahm always wanted us to have!
Phillip Gahm
Posted by Gina Priddy on June 19, 2020
June 16, 2020
SICOA started with just two schools, The University of Louisville and The University of Cincinnati. I lived in Cincinnati and Paul knew I was working D3 college football. He said to me, "do you want to move up to D1 officiating?" Here is where my memory of Paul began. From that moment forward I began an avocation full of great joy and happiness. I got to work the Doug Flute game in 1984 as well as 17 other games with Paul and of course there were many other great memories. He always called me Jimmy and he made sure I became the quality official I wanted to be. I will miss Paul and I truly regret not getting to share these thoughts with Paul in person. Paul, I hope you can hear me now!
Jim...Jimmy...Mahan
Coworker
Posted by Gina Priddy on June 19, 2020
June 16, 2020
Gina and Carla,
I was so sorry to hear of your Dads passing. The few times that I was with him (buying the car and at basketball games) he was such a nice man. You could just tell he was such a personable, giving, honest, gentle, warm, welcoming . . . person.
Just being around him made you feel good about the human race.
Again, I am very very sorry for you and your familys loss.
He has left a great legacy that all of the family I am sure is very proud of.
With great sadness,
Bob & Susan.
Bob Zimlich
Posted by Gina Priddy on June 18, 2020
Gina, Chuck, Barbara and family,

We give our most sincere condolences during this time of your loss and grief. We will being praying for you all.

Catherine and Shari Weathers
Posted by Gina Priddy on June 18, 2020
To the Family of Paul Schmitt,
As a young man at 33 years of age from a small town in South Louisiana (Thibodaux) in 1985, my officiating life was forever changed. That is when Paul Schmitt gave me the opportunity of a lifetime to officiate in Division 1 football. SICOA was a great bunch of friends who had a common passion all brought together by Paul and Papa Karl etc. My officiating career came to its conclusion in 2012. It started in 1970 and was a wonderful run of 42 years altogether.
I will be forever grateful to Paul for giving me this opportunity. And to his family I would like to express my sympathies and prayers. May the Peace and Love of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ be with y'all at this time.
Rest in Peace Paul. Lea Rutter
Posted by Thomas Mulinazzi on June 16, 2020
My Uncle "Paul Schmitt knew what mattered."

That is what I read in the Louisville paper yesterday about my Uncle Paul. I didn't know what I could write about Paul since I only found about him three years ago. How can I express how much he means to me when I only knew him for three years? But when I read that line it stuck with me. Paul knew what mattered in life. Within 10 minutes of meeting him (at G&M Crab house in Maryland with Uncle Karl) it was clear this man was true, sincere, honest, and strong because he cared about what matters in life. Nothing could matter more to him than his family. he told me countless stories of hard work, hard times, refereeing stories, but all were about the joy of his family and friends he shared along the way. He embraced me back into the Schmitt Family immediately and he gushed with pride about his wife, his grown kids, his grands, his parents, siblings, cousins, and all the hundreds of Schmitts. He was so proud of them. He told me that I was one of them while simultaneously making me feel it. He made me feel that I was home.

Uncle Paul made time for people. He celebrated their big accomplishments, he hurt for them when they were hurting while being a rock if they needed him. He also celebrated the day to day joys of spending time with family and friends. Now matter what he was doing at that time, he was in the moment and loved that moment so much you couldn't help but think you didn't want to do anything else but what you were doing in that moment. He had the best time getting ice cream, having a beer, or just chatting in the living room.

One year after meeting Paul, he sent me a letter. Among other things it said "Happy Anniversary -- and Thank you" for meeting him and becoming part of his life. He also said, "Having met you - I feel like we would have been friends - even if we were not related." As I fight back the tears writing this and looking at that letter, I can only say that I am so glad I had him in my life even if it was only for three years as my friend and as my uncle. We are all so lucky to have had Paul as our friend or family member. Now that he has left us, we can honor Paul by appreciating the love that binds us and making time for each other because Paul Schmitt knew that is what materred.
Posted by Linda Triplett Sanders on June 16, 2020
Cherished Memory: Last year for Gina's Birthday, she asked for a gathering at The Table(Pay-what-you-can community eatery). Afterwards , we were to meet up with Karla and others at the Frazier Museum. Well it was Gina driving, Paul ,Barbara, and myself and we detour and take a lovely tour of West Louisville. (Gina, jokes that I was kidnapped!) To see one of the houses Paul grew up in (and snuck out of window) was intriguing to see! Barbara knew where everyone used to live (I needed to take notes!!!). Then on to museum, where that was just as enjoyable a time. Quality time. Like many other Schmitt adventures .....I appreciate them all. I love you fine folks!
Posted by Robert Martin on June 16, 2020
So many good memories of Paul. I first knew him as a client of his from the freight business. But always looked forward to his calls at my office. My brother and I had the pleasure of going to New Orleans to watch him work a Superdome game. A special treat. He will be greatly missed by many including myself.
Posted by Gina Priddy on June 15, 2020
Oh the Flaget Braves are hard to beat, they are 100 per from head to feet. They’ve got that smile, that style that winning way, no matter where you go - you’ll recognize that style and say, “Now there’s a team I’d like to know, they’ve got that good old Flaget pep and go. Just to look at them is quite a feat, hard to best - Flaget Braves.”
Posted by Kim Wolfe on June 14, 2020
The most special memory I have of Paul was the day my Hero, my Dad left this world. Paul and Barbara came to the hospital just moments after Dad passed. I was distraught! Paul and Barbara walked in and Paul gave me the biggest, tightest hug! It was such a comfort and was definitely a loving, caring moment that will remain in my heart. Paul and Barbara have always treated me as family. Love and prayers to all❤️❤️
Posted by Dave Blackman on June 14, 2020
I got to know Paul late in my football career as a fellow replay official In C-USA and we became friends and two guys trying to make the right call from a far. ( hard). We shared many opinions, ideas , guesses corrections. We learned to laugh at just how crazy what we were doing could be. He was a great guy, always an honest response and I learned much. His even opinion was always appreciated. I have been out of fb for awhile and missed our conversations. I hope his family understands what he meant to so many field officials over the years and his contributions will be evident for many years with many officials he helped
Posted by Ed Ardito on June 14, 2020
I am very sadden to hear of Paul's passing. He was a gentlemen and treated everyone like you were his son. Paul and I worked together on many games and quite a few 'big' games. He was always there for me with support and a few helpful hints. One of my regrets from leaving CUSA was not being able to work with Paul. I will miss him. He was an inspiration and mentor.
Posted by Tom Healey on June 14, 2020
Paul was a mentor to so many officials and I am so lucky to have been one of them. I am forever grateful for what he has meant to my officiating career.

Paul became a great friend and I am blessed and fortunate to have crossed paths with him. God bless the Schmitt family and thank you for sharing this wonderful man. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Posted by Jimmy DeBell on June 14, 2020
Paul was always kind-honest and willing to help me throughout my officiating career. He especially stood by me in my difficult personal times which is the true measure of a friend/mentor. The world was most definitely a better place with Paul in it and now heaven is better.
God Bless -I pray the family can take solace in the knowledge they had the opportunity to have such a man in their lives.

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Posted by Clare Schmitt on June 29, 2020
Tribute by Granddaughter Collette Priddy

You often liked to joke around with me that the musical talent in the family came from you. To further prove your point you showed me a certificate from where you had completed band or orchestra in grade school.
I have learned a lot from you Paul Schmitt in the amazing years I got to have you for my grandpa.
Rest easy now grandpa, we love you forever.
Posted by Clare Schmitt on June 29, 2020
Tribute by niece Jen Stone Shartzer

I am glad you are no longer in any pain, Uncle Paul. I'll imagine you on the sidelines of every great football game. I'll even imagine you at the not-so-great ones.
My love to all your siblings, kids, grands, and to all of us that are lucky to call you Uncle.
Posted by Clare Schmitt on June 29, 2020
Tribute by Dave Ford

If you're fortunate, along life's path you'll meet people that influence you in a number of different ways. I consider myself extremely fortunate that I have experienced such influence. Today a very special man was called home to Heaven. Educator, Mentor and Friend...Im a better man because of my friendship with Paul Schmitt. Rest in Peace my friend. No more pain, no more suffering. Thank you for setting the example. #FATHERTIMEREMAINSUNDEFEATED
his Life

A Eulogy for Bampa - by Kelsey Rose Blain

Delivered at the Funeral Mass of Paul Schmitt 
June 16, 2020

On behalf of my grandma and family, thank you for being here today as we celebrate the amazing life of Paul Edward Schmitt.

Everyone knows Paul Schmitt the football referee, the husband, father, brother, mentor and friend, but today I am going to talk to you about Paul Schmitt, the grandpa… or to some of us Bampa. A name that originated from combining Paul and Grandpa.

It was Christmas day and wrapping paper was all over the floor from presents being opened. But everyone’s eyes were focused on the three 12 year old boys standing in front of their grandpa. Despite the Santa Claus hat and the jolly ole Saint Nick voice, the commanding presence of this tall man had their undivided attention. The main event was about to begin and the audience of family members and friends eagerly waited to see who would pass the test.

What was the test you ask? No, it wasn’t a quiz about the signals for illegal procedure, off sides, or personal foul. Instead it was questions about a book that was mandatory reading for all the grandsons of Paul Edward Schmitt… What book was that? How to be a Gentlemen. A book that truly describes our Grandpa.

Here are five characteristics of a gentleman.

#1 – A Gentleman is FAIR. As a referee grandpa was always fair. Whether on or off the football field, Grandpa kept his nine siblings, six children, and 13 grandchildren in line. Growing up, I remember the grandsons getting in trouble (some were more devious than others). Grandpa would quickly turn on his referee voice and they would straighten up real quick. No one wanted to get in trouble with grandpa.  

In true referee style grandpa passed away in the comfort of his home with a house full of people but not one person was in the room when he died – we figured it was to not show favoritism. He was truly fair until the end. 

# 2 – A Gentleman is CONFIDENT. Standing a tall and confident 6 foot 3 inches, grandpa had a commanding presence that when he entered the room everyone would notice. He was a man of few words, but when he spoke he had everyone’s undivided attention. His confidence wasn’t arrogant but a comforting presence. Even at the end of his life, grandpa’s commanding presence broadly casts this sense of comfort to all those circling him with love. 

#3 – A Gentlemen is RESPECTFUL. Grandpa always treated everyone with respect. Regardless of their age, sex, education or skin color, he judged a person by their character alone. In the early 1970’s one of the first Black Referees officiated a high school football game. Grandpa played an instrumental role in making this happen. He went into the Black community to recruit and train black officials. He said he saw that the game was changing and something needed to be done. He was a man of vision and he respected the game enough to challenge the norm at the time. Later, Grandpa mentored the first collegiate female official. A young woman whom he described as “sharp and fearless,” nothing about her gender.

#4 – A Gentlemen is LOVING. Grandpa had two great loves… FOOTBALL and GRANDMA. My sister and I were fortunate to have been able to travel on one of grandpa’s last football trips. It was truly amazing to see the amount of dedication Grandpa had when it came to being prepared for a game. He wasn’t just prepared, he was overly prepared in his element.

On the day of the game, the referees and grandpa were scheduled to meet down in the lobby. Grandma informed Erin and me that she had to go down with him and send him off. Sealed with a kiss and quick good luck, the ritual with over 50 years of practice had been perfected.

If you have ever been fortunate enough to watch a football game with my grandparents, you will know that grandma is the true referee in the family. Whenever a penalty flag is throw, grandpa will look over at grandma who will say the penalty. Grandpa sitting back with no words will knock in affirmation. She is never wrong.  

#5 – A Gentlemen is FAITHFUL. Grandpa was truly faithful to God, his wife, family, and friends. Whenever we would ask grandpa to tell us a story, he would tell us how he met grandma. While everyone thinks it was when he and Bill Lange drove by her and her friends, Paul Schmitt claims it was a week earlier at a team club. He said he saw this Dearing girl with the peroxide stripe in her hair dancing around and I said damn - I have to meet her. 

As grandma would say it all began in 1958 and you (all of us grandchildren) are the history.

There are 13 grandchildren and none of us are pro football players. However, grandpa’s commitment to supporting us, whether it be in music, dance, acting, cooking, rugby, education or the military was at the same level of dedication and preparation that he attacked a football game.

Grandpa said “Getting old is like playing football… you keep playing through the pain.” Well Grandpa – the clock has run out and you have scored the winning touchdown. Enjoy the victory, like the true gentleman you are.

Football Officiating - Dad's passion

Dad spent most Fall weekends officiating football, first with the Catholic Schools Athletic Association and then at the high school and college levels. In 1976, Paul founded the Southern Independent Collegiate Officiating Association (SICOA) to work with the large independent colleges of the day including the University of Miami, the University of Louisville, Florida State, Virginia Tech, and the University of South Carolina.

Paul was on the field for some of the biggest games in college football history. When Boston College traveled to Miami on November 23, 1984, Paul was the referee. With six seconds remaining in that game, Boston College quarterback Doug Flutie spun out of the pocket and launched a 64-yard Hail Mary pass to upset the defending national champions. Known as the Miracle in Miami, that game was a defining moment in Paul’s 52-year career as a college football official. Paul would later be featured in the CBS Sports documentary "Hail Flutie"

Paul was also the referee in the 1987 Orange Bowl when he ordered the suspended Oklahoma linebacker, Brian Bosworth, off the field.

Paul once said there was no place he would rather be on a Saturday in autumn than on the field or in the replay booth for a college football game.

But Paul’s real legacy is in the opportunity he provided to dozens of high school, college, and NFL officials. He mentored the first female college official who now officiates in the NFL. Another of his recruits became the NFL’s first Hispanic referee, and is now the NFL’s head of officials. 

In 2007, Paul founded You Make the Call, a truck brokering business. He was a devoted member of the Flaget Alumni Association and the Sportsmen’s Supper Club, and a member of Toastmasters International. He worked for Louisville’s annual Pegasus Parade for 20 years, serving as its chairman in 1984. A dedicated sports fan his entire life, Paul, along with Barbara, was a longtime booster of Bellarmine and University of Louisville athletics.

Paul was pre-deceased by his parents Karl and Helen Schmitt, and his brother, Mike Schmitt. He is survived by his wife, Barbara (née Dearing) and their children, Kathy Schmitt (Finbar Kinsella), Karla Blain (Jeff), Lieutenant Colonel John Schmitt (Sandra Da Silva), Dominic Schmitt (Emilie Deutsch), Gina Priddy (Chuck), and Clare Schmitt; grandchildren Erin, Kelsey, Isaiah, Jacob, Brendan, Gretchen, Zoë, Bruna, Collette, Hannah, Ronan, Shane, and Delia; siblings Hilda Carr, Ruth Hendrickson, Becky Williams (Neil), Suzy Stone, Nick Schmitt (Molly), Karl Schmitt Jr. (Melinda), Nancy Wimberg (Tom), and Anne Schmitt; brothers-in-law Greg Dearing (Connie), and Bill Dearing (Caroline); sister-in-law Zella Dearing Fraze; an aunt, Pat; and 29 nieces and nephews.  

A lover of fudgsicles and the famous Dairy Kastle Brown Derby, Paul was adored and admired by many for his calm and compassion, his generosity and affection, and his unparalleled smoked pork shoulder. He loved nothing more than making a huge waffle breakfast on weekend mornings, or spending Sunday afternoons grilling and talking by the pool with his large family. His home was a hub of energy and activity with children, grandchildren, friends, and relatives coming and going. Husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, mentor, and friend – we will love you forever.
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Dad comes to New York

Shared by Dominic Schmitt on June 20, 2020
Dad loved to travel. And he loved to come visit us in Nuuuuuuu YORK! There was a certain way he said it that just told you he was proud that his son and daughter-in-law lived in the biggest city in the country.

He would talk for days and weeks and months leading up to his trips here. I often didn't know the details or the reasons for his business calls, but he would have clients lined up to visit, mostly in New Jersey or upstate New York, or even as far away as Delaware, using our house in Brooklyn or in Westchester as a base. At first, the trips were different parts of the year, but then he made sure to time them around the holidays - which was his favorite season in New York City - and then later his grandkids sporting events, recitals, performances, and graduation ceremonies. 

When he was traveling for business, even if it wasn't the day of a business meeting, he would always wear a suit on the plane. On the occasion I would be picking him up at LaGuardia, he would be wearing his cologne and using one of his SICOA branded travel bags as a carry on. I never had to wait for dad at the airport. He was a quick in and out. 

During the years when he was a supervisor of college officials, and later in the replay booth, dad would arrange to be assigned a game nearby. Some of our favorites were the games at the West Point Military Academy or the Naval Academy in Annapolis. 

I don't know how he did it, but he would make it to New York every single year, typically 2 or 3 times a year. 

During the early years, when Emilie and I were still in Manhattan and Brooklyn and before we were juggling the kids schedules, I would be on the hook to take mom and dad on a tour of the city. This always included a stop at Carnegie Deli or the Stage Deli. Later, we would go to Katz's deli. It really didn't matter as long as it was a New York deli.

I recall sometimes standing out in line to get in, something any savvy New Yorker would never, ever do. But dad didn't care, he just wanted to be there at a New York deli, flirting with the waitress who was either his age or older, ordering the Dolly Parton (two enormous meatballs on a plate), or his favorite, the Reuben. 

One infamous trip involved mom and dad coming to New York the Christmas before Brendan was born, so it had to be 1992, and we had just bought a car - a guilty pleasure in New York. We were living in a one bed room apartment on 105th and Broadway and had a little Hannakuh bush decorated with paper ornaments Emilie had made. 

Dad traveled up here with his business partner Bob Hawkins and mom and Bob's wife joined them. They stayed at either the New York or the Manhattan Sheraton in mid-town and there was a Nor'easter coming up the coast. That particular Friday, we had theater tickets and I was expected to take them all on a tour by car to see the sites. The entire city was shut down - even Broadway was canceled for the night due to the storm - and my driving tour ended up with us being stuck in a crazy traffic jam. At one point, I had mom and dad and their two friends in our Isuzu trooper, stuck in traffic, not moving one bit, and me driving up on the sidewalks downtown to get around the cars in endless gridlock. Oddly enough, I think Dad was happy to be in New York even in that moment, because it was a place where traffic could be that bad.

With almost everything canceled - I think the subways were even shut down - we ate dinner at a little cafe on the upper west side next door to our apartment. Dad just beamed. He was so happy to be in New York, even in the worst of situations. 

The following evening, even though Broadway was closed, we ended up going to the Rainbow Room on the top floor of Rockefeller Center. To this day, Emilie talks about dancing with her father-in-law at the Rainbow Room and how he seemed to be the happiest man alive. 

When the kids came, and we moved out to Brooklyn and then the suburbs, there was still the obligatory trip to the city. I became pretty good at doing a one-day driving tour of Manhattan with mom and dad on one of the days of their visit. There were still trips over the holidays, and we would do a drive-by of all the stores with the windows decorated for Christmas. One memorable holiday visit, we had a latke party on one of the nights of Hannukah. I think mom made over 150 latkes that night to help feed our kids and their hungry friends. On another trip to the city to look at the Christmas windows, we got stuck in the middle of Santa Con, with thousands upon thousands of young revelers dressed in Santa costumes all around us. 

It didn't seem to matter what we had on the agenda. Mom and dad were just happy to be in New York. 

When I would meet or become re-acquainted with one of dad's friends or business partners, they would ask if I was the one who lived in New York. This was then followed by "Oh, your dad always talks about his trips to New York City." 

I am sure he was beaming with pride when talking about visiting his family in the big city - Nuuuuu YORK.

I trust there are good New York deli sandwiches where dad is now.

How the late Paul Schmitt helped grow Louisville's pool of minority referees

Shared by Dominic Schmitt on June 15, 2020

White Christmas

Shared by Dominic Schmitt on June 15, 2020
Paul and Barbara met on Christmas day in 1954, and had their first date the very next day – to see the film White Christmas at the Kentucky Theatre on Fourth Street.

Sixty-five years later, their daughter Gina would take them to the White Christmas retrospective at the Frazier Kentucky History Museum.