David J Nauer

David Joseph Nauer, 70, beloved husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather, passed away peacefully on Saturday September 21, 2024. He was born on August 8, 1954 to the late Gerald and Marilyn Nauer, in Akron, Ohio.

Dave loved his family and is survived by his devoted wife of 51 years, Becky; and two sons, Eric (Amy) and Michael (Tracey). He is also survived by four grandchildren: McKenzie Madeline (Tyler) Noble, Isaac Joseph, Sarah Anna, and Oliver Robert; as well as great granddaughters, Emmy and Finny. He was preceded in death by his brother, Gerald; and is survived by his sisters Debbie (Doug) Currier, Diane (Richard) Conrad, Pat (Doug) Conant, Jeannie (Phil) Brown; younger brother, Paul Nauer; and sister-in-law Debbie K.

Dave attended elementary school at St. Sebastian in Akron; and graduated from Wadsworth High School in 1973 as an auto mechanic tech. Dave entered the work force as a banbury and tire builder for B.F. Goodrich. Eventually, he retired as a millwright from the Dow Corning Corporation in 2009.

As a young father and husband, Dave dedicated over 25 years to Kenmore Youth Baseball, as manager of the Coach Pitch White Sox team. Aside his passion for golf, he loved spending quality time with his family, especially the grandkids and grand dogs. He will be greatly missed and always remembered for the special person he was.

Friends may call from 3-8 p.m. Friday, September 27, 2024 at the Schlup-Pucak & Wilson Funeral Home, 788 Kenmore Blvd, Akron. Mass of Christian Burial will be held 10 a.m. Saturday, September 28, 2024 at Immaculate Conception Catholic Church, 2101 17th St SW Akron, Ohio 44314 with Rev. William Browne officiating.

For those not attending the mass a Memorial Luncheon will be held immediately following around 11:30 a.m. at the Firestone V.F.W Post #3383, 690 W. Waterloo Rd, Akron, Ohio 44314.

Reflection (Eulogy) for Mass

David Joseph Nauer, 70, beloved husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather, passed away peacefully on Saturday September 21, 2024. He was born on August 8, 1954 to the late Gerald and Marilyn Nauer, in Akron, Ohio.

Dad loved his family and is survived by his devoted wife of 51 years, Becky; and two sons, Eric (Amy) and Michael (Tracey). He is also survived by four grandchildren: McKenzie Madeline (Tyler) Noble, Isaac Joseph, Sarah Anna, and Oliver Robert; as well as great granddaughters, Emmy and Finny. He was proceeded in death by his brother Gerald; and is survived by his sisters Debbie (Doug) Currier, Diane (Richard) Conrad, Pat (Doug) Conant, Jeannie (Phil) Brown; younger brother, Paul Nauer; and sister-in-law Debbie K.

Dad attended elementary school at St. Sebastian in Akron; and graduated from Wadsworth High School in 1973 as an auto mechanic tech.   Dad entered the work force as a banbury operator and tire builder for B.F. Goodrich.  Eventually, he retired as a millwright from the Dow Corning Corporation in 2009.

As a young father and husband, dad dedicated over 25 years to Kenmore Youth Baseball.  All 25 seasons were spent as the manager of the Coach Pitch White Sox team.  My brother and I only played baseball with dad for three years.  The remaining 22 years he spent introducing the youth of Kenmore to the game.

Dad always seemed to have a packed “social calendar.” He frequented many places, like the pizza shop for coffee with Robert; the VFW to play his daily number; or on a rainy day, hanging out in the garage with his brothers, Jerry and Paul.  Not sure about the “garage thing”… maybe one day my brother and I will learn later in life what that is all about.  But, there is no doubt in my mind, that one evening in October, you could find him and mom at Baker’s, having their traditional anniversary dinner.  This was a special place for the both of them.  Just last year, we were all there (all 14 of us!) to celebrate their 50 blissful years of marriage.

But if the sun was out and the rain was not imminent, you could definitely find him on the golf course.  While ’s dad’s first love was always his wife, Becky… his second love was for the game of golf.  His first job was as a caddie, at Goodpark Golf Course, in Akron Ohio.   Dad loved to travel and play golf.  During his trips, he forged friendships that have lasted a lifetime.  Every Spring you could find him traveling to South Carolina with Rick, to meet up with his sons and the Charleston crew.  In the early days, dad and his God Father, Don, spent Sunday mornings playing courses throughout northeast Ohio.  Later in life, he settled in at his home course, Spring Hills; where dad and Frank played every Sunday.  Each Summer would take him around the state to play in the VFW State Tournament with his friend Mike.  He also looked forward to playing in the annual Rowles Open and his weekly Wednesday golf league with the Chippewa crew.

Even though he was an avid golfer, he loved spending “quality time” with his grandkids and grand dogs.  Dad also enjoyed the family tradition of canning peppers with his brothers and sisters.  This was always something he looked forward to each year.  Whether it was making gallons of brine in the driveway with mom, and stinking up the entire neighborhood; or toting the supplies to Paul’s garage.  The best time spent… was the hours it took to clean, pack, and seal all of the jars with his brothers and sisters.  I know he loved those peppers, but I think he really loved to give them to family and friends… I think this would ensure that next year the cupboards would be bare and the tradition could continue on. He was so excited some years, he would open a fresh jar only 3-days later.

Now that dad has passed on, we will remember him in may ways… a great husband, father, brother, grandpa and everyone’s favorite Uncle ($$).

After the mass we would like to invite all of you to join us at the Firestone VFW to celebrate Dad’s life and socialize with each other. I would like for you to find someone you don’t know and ask them how they knew Dave… don’t be surprised if you find out that he was the Lt. Governor of some obscure state, or the was a ‘doctor’ and known as Doc Taylor.

I would like to leave you with one final and everlasting reflection… dad would like to remind you all, as he often did, “Nauers Eat First.”