Arthur V. Stange, age 75, of Toledo’s Shoreland Community, passed away Sunday, January 6, 2019. He was born January 27, 1943, in Alpena, Michigan, to Carl and Viola (Kingsbury) Stange. Art grew up as a “Coast Guard Kid,” often moving to new cities where his father had been stationed. He graduated from Woodward High School in 1961, where he gained the nickname “Hot Rod” from his love of wrenching on and driving cars.
An accomplished tool and die maker, he began Abbott Tool Inc., in 1973 with Bob Abbott whom he operated with until Bob’s retirement. Following Bob's retirement, longtime friend and foreman at Abbott, Leonard Livecchi became Art’s new business partner until he retired and moved to Maine in 2013. They put quite a few young men through their apprenticeships at the shop. Some of them stayed, and some of them moved on to better themselves or start their own shops.
Art enjoyed boating on Lake Erie and traveling with his wife, Dianne, going to Hawaii, Tahiti and numerous Caribbean Islands. Most of their traveling stopped when they found a condo in the Bahamas to purchase. He also enjoyed going on hunting trips with his son, Karle, to Michigan, South Dakota and the Colorado Rockies. He loved the comradery of the hunting camps where he normally took over the cooking duties. He loved cars, owning some Chevies early on then a couple MGBs, Porsches and finally owning two mustangs and a DeLorean complete with a flux capacitor. He loved attending car shows with his cousin Jim in one of his prized vehicles. He found a love for hockey in the ’90s when the Toledo Storm hockey team came to town and attended most of their games until they and the old Sports Arena were shutdown. He was excited when the new arena was built and Toledo got its new hockey team, the Walleye, which he rarely missed a game.
He will be remembered as a generous and loving man who was dedicated to his family. Those who knew him knew if they ever needed anything they just needed to ask and he would gladly help and never ask for anything in return. He was also known to be a jokester and a pot stirrer. He so loved to tease people to the point that they got mad or walked away cursing under their breath, and he would just laugh. He and his brothers were also known to steal a bride or two from family weddings on occasion. This always created a bit of a ruckus, but the brides were returned after a few drinks at a local bar.
Art is survived by his son, Karle (Amy Dye) Stange; brothers, Bob (Julie) Stange and Denny (Sandy) Stange; sister-in-law, Luanne (Thom) Swigart; brother-in-law, Larry Schenck; many nieces and nephews; best friend, Jim Emerson; feline companion, Ally Cat, and granddog, Zane.
He was preceded in death by his parents, Carl Stange and Viola Stange Pennock; stepfather, Thomas Pennock; love of his life, wife, Dianne (Schenck) Stange; sister, Carlene Bilger; mother-in-law, Ella Jane Schenck; nephew, Aaron Stange, and business partner, Leonard Livecchi.
A Celebration of Life will be held in the spring.
Special thanks to Erica Stange, Tory (Stange) Taylor, Amy (Bilger) Busse, and Rob Svatora for all your love and support during this difficult time.
Memorial donations may be given to the American Cancer Society or American Diabetes Association.
Arrangements have been entrusted to David R. Jasin-Hoening Funeral Home. Please share condolences at www.hoeningfuneralhome.com.
Growing up as a kid you were always there teaching me and letting me learn from my mistakes.
You rarely held my hand and let me do it on my own to know what it takes.
You knew someday you would not be around
I would just have to do it on my own
I’m so glad we had those wonderful times together
If we were not in the Dakotas chasing ring necks to the ground
We were up on the mountains hunting Elk up and down
Then there was the farm Up North where our adventures originally began
Chasing whitetail on frozen farmland
Then there were the cars me and you adored
You had a passion for them that rubbed off on me
I’m sure no one can tell since we both own a few more than three
Oh how we both loved to drive
We hardly would say one word on a 14 hour trip
That’s because I was asleep most of the ride
It didn’t matter because we were riding together
Now our trips together are at a stand still
Not that I wanted them to be
There’s no room for me on your next run
When you get there say hello to mom
She’ll be on the beach lying in the sun.
I love you Dad