Fellow geezers have admitted to me that, they too, read obituaries. Today's obituary column in the Minneapolis StarTribune saddened me with the news of the death of two friends. This is one of the realities of achieving 'an age'.
For twenty eight years Frode, Dick and I played golf every week from the time courses opened in the spring until too cold in the fall. The first person to fill out our foursome was Don. who's daughter i s married to Frode's son. When Don was no longer capable of playing Eldore became our fourth for several years. He eventually gave up golf to tend his wife who was ill. Today Eldore's obituary was in the paper announcing his death at age 97. He spent many years as a medical doctor, first in general practice and then many years as an anesthesiologist. Eldore was a graduate of Augustana Academy, Canton, SD., which was attended by my sister, several of my relatives and where Joanne taught. He was a fine man who enriched my life by his presence...as did all my golf partners.
The final member of our golf group was Lloyd Hope, my high school classmate. The group dissolved when Frode left to tend his wife, Dick decided he was too old, and Lloyd moved to South Dakota. Don, Dick and Lloyd have all also died. So, Frode and I remain...we don't play golf anymore but we talk every week. I don't miss golf but I certainly miss the group which makes my weekly chats with Frode all the more important.
Pastor Howard Skulstad graduated a year after I, both at Agustana and Luther Seminary. His obituary, at age 76, was also in today's paper.
Takk for alt,
Al
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