Growing up, there were two things that my Papa did that I will always remember. He loved whistling and Chinese food, he actually taught me how to whistle but I was never as good as him. I'll never forget the five o'clock wake up calls slamming his car horn trying to get my dad out of bed to go to work, he always backed over our Mailbox which was hilarious. I also remember him always having his little fur babies with him. The two dogs I remember that he treated like royalty were Zorro and Zora, this big tough guy with two little Pomeranian's that literally went everywhere with him. We lived with Papa at his house in Carpentersville for awhile until my parents bought our house five minutes away. I grew up going to his house when my parents needed a babysitter. I loved his stories and how much he reminded me of my Dad who I've been told I look like and now my daughter looks like me. It seems the Schopp features run strong. Although the name won't be carried on, I will remember my Schopp family as not the Perfect family but a family who endured heartache and hardship and yet still managed to bring it all together.