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Memorial created 03-16-2015 by
Gene Wilson
Joe Watz
May 2 1933 - January 17 2016

Joe's sweet,unique smile.

This online memorial website was created in loving memory of Joseph George Watz. Please sign Joe's guest book and let us know you came to visit. As long as you remember him, he will live forever in your hearts. A "Celebration of Life" service honoring Joe will be held on Saturday, February 6, 2016, 10:00 a.m., Chapel in the Woods, The Woodlands Church, The Woodlands, Texas, 77384, Tel. 281-367-1900. We invite you to come and share your memories with us.

Joe was born and lived in South St. Louis while growing up, in an area now known as the Soulard area. His parents, George Michael Watz and Caroline Dogendorf, now deceased, immigrated from Hungary just before World War II. He grew up the seventh child in a loving, close-knit family of nine children; four boys and five girls.

 

"Joey" in his sailor suit with brother Nick and his five sisters.

His family meant the world to him. He was always thinking of what he could do to help make their lives better. He possessed a real talent for analytical, positive support in one-on-one conversations and instilled confidence in finding solutions. Joe, it is said by many, was the classic textbook example of an entrepreneur. He was a risk taker. Even at a young age, Joe was inclined to use his ingenuity to help bring in extra money for the family. His first venture into entrepreneurship was in the sixth grade as a grocery basket hauler and consisted of making an initial investment in a little wagon. He would pull his empty wagon down to the Soulard Market a few blocks from his home, load his wagon with bags of groceries and tote them home for grateful shoppers at 25 cents a load. This of course, was long before the advent of supermarkets and shopping carts.

 

With his beloved "jalopy" and friend Dawes

In his youth, Joe loved to tinker with cars. Since there was no garage, this would usually occur under a large tree in the back yard. Often efforts would turn into "all nighters" with friends. In the wee hours of the morning, they would take a break from their labors when they smelled the heavenly aroma of freshly baked donuts wafting from the kitchen, compliments of Joe's mother. She would rise early and bake the donuts to feed the hungry and grateful teenage mechanics. Joe loved to dunk his donuts in his coffee. Actually, he ducked just about anything, even bologna sandwiches! His nephew and nieces fondly remember Joe's penchant for dunking!

 

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