Karl Fuchs

Karl Fuchs was born in Brooklyn, New York on April 6, 1935. He died June 20, 2020. He attended Public School 206 which was about five blocks from his home in Brooklyn.

In the first grade all the boys in his class formed a club which was given the name “Scorpions.” They played softball in the park, football in an empty lot, basketball in the school gym. They had parties and took trips into Manhattan museums.

He took a test and was admitted into Brooklyn Technical High School, where he took courses that would allow him to go to college to study engineering. Upon graduating from high school, he became a student in the Polytechnic Institute of Brooklyn and in three and a half years graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering. He worked many years as an engineer and manager. He was a first lieutenant in the Corp of Engineers and trained infantry troops.

He had two marriage mistakes before he met and married “the love of his life,” Joanna, and lived happily ever after.

He and Joanna met through a video dating service, fell madly in love, and moved to Idaho in 1999. They lived in Cocolalla for 15 years and then moved to Sandpoint. They had been together 34 years at the time of his death

“He was my rock, says Joanna.” He always loved me deeply no matter what, and he told me so. I never had to worry about that. He was a funny man with a wacky sense of humor He was an irresistible guy and I loved him passionately.”

He leaves a son Keith and a daughter Kimberly.  Joanna leaves a daughter Tina.

From Karl’s daughter, Kim: My Dad –Karl J Fuchs (April 6, 1935 -June 20, 2020, 85 years) My Dad was tall (6’1’’), dark (jet black hair and blue eyes), and handsome. He was more importantly beautiful on the inside. He was compassionate for both humans and animals alike. He was charitable and strove to make people around him comfortable. Even in his last hours, he apologized for complaining of pain--such a sweetheart.

He rescued animals (especially of the feline persuasion -Sue and Cutie to name a few) and he loved plants and flowers and took stunning photos of them. In the days when he shined on this earth, he was brilliant--not just because he was a mechanical engineer, but also because he loved to read, he made furniture, beautiful stained glass windows (inspired by flowers and birds), and he was a gifted painter.

There was really nothing he didn’t do well. He was my Daddy and I was his Mootz and he always provided the best for me and told me he loved me. Even the night before he passed away (and he knew his hours were few), he asked if I was hungry or needed something to drink and told me he loved me countless times. I’ll always remember his great sense of humor, charismatic nature and his silly faces he would make to get me to laugh. I’ll miss the times we spent together on nature walks, disco dancing ( oh yes he could dance), playing basketball, racquetball, and the silly song we sang together with the lyrics “are you my kinda’ kind?” we always knew we were each other’s kinda’ kind and we always will be. Safe travels Dad, I’ll miss you always, Kimberly (Mootz-Anne).