- September 30, 1957 - March 21, 2017
- Roseville, Michigan
of Curtis' Passing
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“Charlotte, I have learned so much about Curt and your family from you and after reading the obituary, I feel like I have known him all my life even...Read More »
1 of 3 | Posted by: Debbie Wiergowski - Prescott, MI
“When the Lord calls our loved ones home, he leaves a gift of memories in exchange. Memories are the legacy of love. Curtis will be missed
2 of 3 | Posted by: Colleen Tackett - Roseville, MI
“I never had the honor of meeting Curt but through you I knew he was a very special child of God. Please know I am sending love and prayers to you and...Read More »
3 of 3 | Posted by: Kitty Piazza - Roseville, MI
Curtis Anthony Slotta, age 59 of Roseville, died Tuesday, March 21, 2017 at home surrounded by his loving family. Curtis was born September 30, 1957 in Detroit, son of the late Robert Bruno and the late Marion Delores (nee: Ciocca) Slotta.
Born in Detroit and raised in Hamtramck, Curtis was a proud graduate of Hamtramck High School, the Class of 1975. This would prove to be quite the magnanimous year for Curt as it was shortly after graduation that some friends helped arrange a blind date with a special young lady. So it was on June 26, 1975 that Curt met the lady who would one day become his wife,…even though that realization was yet to come. He and Charlotte met, had a wonderful time together, and it was on that eventful evening that the two shared their first kiss. Their second date came soon afterwards as they headed to Algonac on July 4th to watch the Independence Day Fireworks Show,…and one can only imagine, since that 1st kiss was already shared, that these two newly-discovered lovebirds shared some fireworks of their own that night.
This would lead to many more dates in the days and weeks ahead. Some were spent at the Drive-In, where Curt just couldn't get enough of watching the cartoon Hot Dog slide into the bun during intermission. (No double-entendre intended). Heading to the parks, or somewhere outdoors, also provided Curt & Charlotte some of their more favorite dating destinations. On one occasion, their "outdoor adventures" found them enjoying a little "too much fun" until a local police officer put the kibosh to their entertainment. Over the next 5 years, Curt & Charlotte's relationship continued to grow and blossom, and eventually led them to a romantic and intimate evening at home when Curt proposed to his bride-to-be in May of 1980. Just 5 months later, on October 10, 1980 in a simple but lovely ceremony before a Justice of the Peace, Curt & Charlotte exchanged their vows, promised their love to each other, and became husband & wife.
Now, in going forward, an important mention should probably be placed right about here to say,…Curt was a consummate outdoorsman and hunter, and it permeated his soul unlike any other. That will hopefully support the next mention involving Curt & Charlotte's honeymoon,…a romantic and heartfelt setting and occasion they shared in the company of Curt's Dad in the up north country of Michigan. When it was time for Charlotte to return home, that's a trip she was relegated to make alone while her newlywed husband remained with Dad for another couple weeks. (See the next paragraph…quick!)
In telling the story of Curtis, there's no greater trait that can be shared aside from his love of hunting and the outdoors, and how it was more than merely a seasonal adventure or hobby,…it was truly a "religion," of sorts. Curt was devout in his passion to be away from the concrete jungle and amidst the beauty of nature and the camaraderie of his fellow sportsmen. There was a special place they gathered called "Gaslight Village"…of which, by the way, Curt's Dad was "The Mayor." So you see, between his "religious convictions" and his position as son of the Mayor, Charlotte didn't have a chance. But with 5 years of getting to know her husband's lifestyle, she would have had it no other way. Though hunting was Curt's greatest passion, he was also known for spending some time with a rod & reel in his hands,…in search of the "Big One." When fishing was calling his name, his favorite catches were those of bass, pike, walleye and perch. If it was time for the hunt, he often sought the likes of deer, pheasants or turkeys. For all the time that "the boys" spent their time at deer camp, the search forever ensued for that special buck,…the infamous "Old Monarch." Elusive and bold though he was, he gave them all a run for their money.
Curt was employed for many years at a company called Ring Screw Works where his responsibilities included that of a Shipping & Receiving Clerk, and Truck Driver, and where he extended the utmost in dedicated service to the company. He enjoyed his job, but the best benefits came in the close and wonderful friendships he forged with many of his fellow workmates. These were friendships he carried far into his life, and relationships that made a world of difference as he navigated the path of illness that beset him.
After tying the knot, Curt & Charlotte made their first home in Detroit where they lived on Halleck Street. It didn't take long for the place to become a "Haven of Fun & Friendship," a destination known to many for the countless evenings of gaming that took place within those walls. From slingin' the irons in the horseshoe pits out back, to tossin' the cards in a rousing game of Euchre, perhaps a tamer version of card playing in the game of Uno, or calling upon the artist's within while drawing on the Pictionary board,…it all spelled for an evening a fun and a host of wonderful memories made at the "Slotta House." Quite often, the get-togethers were named the "Loser Parties," stemming from a custom created to designate the person who reached loser status first. A sign was actually created for the loser to hold onto, a photograph was taken for posterity, and laughs were had by all. The origins of it all harken back to Curt's unique sense of fun and his endearing way of having fun at the expense of others.
Possessing a broad and deep sense of humor, Curt was renowned for his skills at storytelling. Often, it would entail him sharing something embarrassing about another,…or perhaps initiating something that would get somebody in trouble. Yes, he could stir the pot quite nicely. On many occasions, this "pot stirring" was aided by the help of his special friends, Art & Rosemary. Call them the Three Amigo's,…the Three Musketeers,…orcontinued...