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Joseph Scotillo

Joseph Scotillo

Joseph ScotilloOBITUARY

Joseph Scotillo

APRIL 16, 1949 – JANUARY 11, 2020

Joseph Scotillo, 70, passed away on January 11, 2020, at his home surrounded by his loving family. He was born on April 16, 1949, in Aquara, Italy to Rosa and Alfredo. He immigrated to Crystal Lake, IL in 1963. He was the beloved husband of 38 years to Marilyn Scotillo (nee Calabrese). He was the loving father of Michael (Heidi) Auriemma and Steven (Amy) Scotillo. He was the proud grandpa of Carter, Hailey, and Amelia. The dear brother of Maria Fauceglia. Fond uncle and friend to many.

Joe was retired from Delta Airlines and Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport PD. He was a train and aviation enthusiast, an accomplished flight instructor and a passionate gardener. He most importantly loved cooking for his family.

Memorial Gathering will take place at Querhammer & Flagg Funeral Home, 500 West Terra Cotta Ave., Crystal Lake, IL 60014, on Thursday, January 16, 2020 from 10am - 12pm. A Funeral Service will follow at 12pm.

In lieu of flowers, Memorial Contributions in Joseph’s name may be made to: The American Cancer Society, 225 N Michigan Ave , Ste 1200, Chicago, IL 60601.

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01/14/20 04:29 PM #3    

Jean Boysen (Freuler)

I also remember when Joe started at St. Thomas. I am so sorry to hear of his passing and send my condolences to John and his family.

01/15/20 09:11 AM #4    

Harry Shields

I too remember the first day Joe came to St. Thomas. He couldn't speak a word of English but his infectious smile made all of us embrace him. He was a good man. Laughed often and loved well.

Sorry too for his family and our friend anf classmate and his cousin, John Scotillo.

01/15/20 10:28 AM #5    

Nancy Angsten

I share the sentiments written here.  Joe had this big, infectious smile, and I wondered how an immigrant, who did not speak English, and was far from home, could make it in a strange country.  After reading his obituary, I see he did just fine!  Blessings on you, Joe Scotillo, and all who loved him.

01/15/20 11:07 AM #6    

Walt Herrick

Saddened to hear of Joe's passing.  I didn't know him that well in HS but connected with him at the 50th Reunion when he asked me about model railroading.  Unfortunately we never got together to see each other's layouts or collections.  RIP Joe.

01/15/20 01:07 PM #7    

Jim Hunt



A very friendly and very, very funny man as I found out at our 45th reunion! One of da boys on our football team Joe I will truly miss you. RIP



01/15/20 02:24 PM #8    

Janet Anderson (Rickard)

When Joe and his family came to Crystal Lake they moved into their home one house away from my family's home on Oak Street.  He and his sister Maria became part of our neighborhood group of friends.  I have many fun and happy memories of Joe and those years.                                                                                              With sympathy to his family.  

01/16/20 10:22 AM #9    

George Collen

Sorry to here about Joe's passing. Did not know him well ,but I do remember him being fun and happy guy to be around.

01/16/20 12:57 PM #10    

Pete Quinby

I also am saddened by Joe's passing. Spent many hours with him on the football field and at at wrestling practice. Always the joker, I had to go back and look at what he wrote in my 66- 67 Tiger Tales on the Varsity football page......"Even though I didn't play much we had fun listening to Charlie's (Fatchett) jokes even when they were not funny!."  And he signed it " Joe A 1 Mafia". He did well for someone who did not grow up with the American sports scene.

My heartfelt condolences go out to John and Maria.

01/19/20 01:33 PM #11    

Dave Murdock

I don't remember that I had any classes with Joe ...but thinking back now, he did have a large influence in my life.... It was the summer of our freshman year and Joe told me that he could get me a summer job at Flowerwood Nursery.  Joe and I worked together under Frank Annaballi, The (big Italian) superintendent.

But this was no friends and family thing....Joe and I worked out in the fields with the migrant farm workers, hoeing, and weeding, digging and planting.  I think we made $2.10 an hour ... about $36 a week take home.

Joe took me under his wing though and taught me the ropes.  Joe covered for me while I learned how to properly dig and tie up a tree, and had patience with me as I struggled to gain experience and strength.  Joe's cheerful nature and quick sense of humor helped me survive a really grueling job under the hot summer sun.  His energy and good spirits got me through the summer and helped teach me the values of hard work, determination, humility, and acceptance of other cultures.

Although I never went back to Flowerwood the next summer, those lessons I learned that summer of '65 in the same "foxhole" with Joe have stayed with me to this day.

It breaks my heart to hear of his passing.  He will be missed by all who knew and loved him.

My condolences to his family.

Dave Murdock

02/16/20 05:44 PM #12    

Mary Ann Rutherford (Hidding)

At Joe's funeral a remembrance card was given to all the friends and family. On the card is a picture of Joe and the poem below penned by WWII pilot John Gillespie Magee, Jr.  Out of curiosity I researched the history and meaning of the poem. I encourage everyone to go to the link below the poem and gain insight into Joe and his family. It is a remarkable story.

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

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