Memories of Lou "Lucky" Marold

Lucky

A poem of remembrance from the Class Poet Laureate

Never knew why they called Lou, Lucky.
In the end, perhaps he lived up to that name.
He passed from this world apparently at home and in peace.
Not after long suffering, and dependency, hooked up to machines and such.

Lucky was quite an athlete both in, and beyond High School.
More than that though, he was a true gentleman, soft spoken, unassuming, caring.
I never knew him to say an unkind word about anybody or any thing.
Our world needs more like him. Now all we have is his memory.

Lucky - enjoy the heavens as much as we all will miss you.
You'll forever be in our collective memory.

Barry C. Smith

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Obituary in Gazette Telegraph

 

Susan Feldt Osborn will miss Lou and knew how active he was:

How sad to lose Lou. He was a great guy. His parents and my grandparents were best friends when we were growing up. More recently Dick and I spent some time talking to him in AZ three years ago at that mini-reunion. On Sunday we played miniature golf, boys against girls, which was a bit unfair considering Lou played golf regularly at the Broadmoor Golf Club. You can guess they trounced the girls. And Lou sat with us Saturday night at the 50th reunion. I know he struggled with his diabetes, but he kept in shape and stayed pretty well on top of it. He will be missed.

 

Lynda Holton Winchell reminds us of his attractiveness to the distaff half of the class:

We are so sorry to lose him... But, I am glad his passing was so peaceful; we can only hope ours will be the same!
Every girl in school had a crush on him...
My brother was close to his brother, Ron.

 

Mike Hale remembers Lou as a team player:

I have many memories of Lucky back in the day. My strongest memories of him were as quarterback of the football team in our senior year. He was an inspiring leader. I recall how we used to communicate back and forth in the huddle. My most vivid recollection was of a game, against Fountain, in which I pointed out a weakness in the opposing team's defense. Lucky immediately called a play that exploited that weakness (I even remember the name of the play: "Inside belly 4-5"). The quarterback handed it off to the fullback (Cy Dyer) who was running full tilt off-tackle left—at the 4-5 hole. The first time Lucky called that play we got a first down, so he called it twice more in quick succession. Touchdown. And we went on to win the game.

That story brings back a strong memory of his leadership: He consulted. He listened. He applied what he had learned. He acted. Lou lived a block away from me when we were in high school, so I knew him as a neighbor and a friend. I will never forget him.

If I were speaking it, I would tell it as a story, trying to recapture the closeness of the huddle, the brevity, yet effectiveness, of the communication, the agreement on action, the break from the huddle, the execution of the play, the effect on the league officials in the stands... At least one of us made the all star team as a result! It is a vivid memory!

 

Dan Davis will miss seeing Lucky again:

It was not until I was older that I found out that Lou did not particularly like the name "Lucky," and it is a complement to his consideration of others that he was content to be called that rather than put others ill at ease. I was saddened at our loss as a class and my loss as a person to hear of his leaving us. I had looked forward to spending more time with him. Our brief meeting in Phoenix three years ago was very short and disjointed, but his charm and innate humanity made it a treasured moment for me. In all my years, I can never remember anyone ever uttering a single negative thing about Lucky (Sorry Lou, I know you'll forgive me, but my memories of you are stored in a bin marked "Lucky.").

We were the lucky ones; we got to have you among us all these years.

 

Raye Smith Wilson just recently saw him :

So, so sad; I just saw him in June at our CMHS lunch and am so glad I went. He looked great and was feeling so good…

Like so many other girls in our class, I also had a crush on Lou - - from kindergarten on, I think! During our years at Cheyenne, he was always so nice to me, even though I was one of those kids in the background. As I got to know him as an adult, I continued to see his kindness, his warmth, his genuineness, his caring for others (helping many anonymously), his humor. He was quiet and gentle, but he was also strong and disciplined. I wouldn't be surprised to learn if, on the night he left us, Lou had spent the morning playing a round of golf, doing what he loved. Along with everyone else who knew him, I will miss him.

 

Ron Pinello 2nd Grade

Lou at Mini Reunion- 2015
Photo from Torry Krutzke ©

 

Dr. Donna Johnson knew him when ... :

So sad. I remember Lucky from kindergarten on. Always a great guy.

I still remember when Lucky pitched a no-hitter in high school.

 

Dr. Carl Christensen remembers a great friend:

Such a surprise. Lou was a super person and great friend. I was looking forward to playing golf with him at our 55th. He was a gentle giant in our class and always upbeat. Our class will remember him as a superb athlete with a quiet but confident presence. Although he had diabetes, he took great care to maintain his weight and health. We have lost one of our best; may he rest in peace.

 

Lynn Wallack has Lucky with him still, in his memories:

I have been thinking about Lucky all day today and yesterday......he was really admired by all, especially our football team and hockey team players and spectators.......he was always a gentleman and he treated everyone with kindness......I sure will miss him, but, i'll hang onto the wonderful memories of sharing some great times with him.

 

Karen Gund Johnston has memories from two different times in her life:

I had the biggest crush on Lou in high school and then lost touch with him until our 40th reunion. My memories of Lou fall into two different buckets. One, as a young girl enamored with her classmate who was a star athlete and a very nice boy. Two, as a grown women still enamored with what that boy had been and accomplished but more importantly the man he had become.

Over the past 14 years I came to know Lou in a lot more depth. He was sensitive and very thoughtful. Lou's family was very important to him and he was so proud of them. He loved his golf and was glad to be able to play so often the last couple of years. I will miss our conversations and Lou's sense of humor. RIP my friend.

 

Kay Shaffer Lyons discovered a Lou who had grown into an even more laudable man as he matured:

Ted and I are saddened at the loss of a man of great integrity and a caring heart who held family in high esteem (as well as his cat!). We connected with Lou at our 50th Reunion in a way I had never known him. Since that time we corresponded through Christmas cards and a few telephone conversations - a great privilege we will always treasure. Our deepest sympathy for his family and loved ones as we mourn our loss.

 

Gary "Stich" Faulstich lost someone so dear to him that it was emotionally hard to set it down in words:

It is really hard for me to express all my thoughts of Lucky. He was one of my closest friends along with Ron Pinello. They are both gone too soon. I am tearing up just thinking about them.

It seems impossible that I was just having wonderful Conversations about our High School days just two months ago. And since we have grown closer with that reunion and other reunions, I can't believe we will not see each other again. Everything that I have read which other classmates have sent are so true; I feel the same way-just double about Lucky. I was never comfortable calling him Lou because that did not bring back our wonderful years I called him Lucky.

Sorry, I can't go on since I have so many tears in my eyes. Some day I may be able to say more, but for now I am grieving too much.

I will miss you so terribly Lucky. Stich

 

Lou in Kindergarten

Young men do not care much for
class photos in Kindergarten

 

Sherry Dotson Poulson is one of Lou's secret fans and she is sorry to not have had more time with him

Lou "Lucky" Marold always has had a special place in my personal memories of time at Cheyenne Mountain High School. He was kind, athletic, and respectful to all. He lived his life in a humble, exemplary manner. At our 50th class reunion, I had an opportunity to have a little one-on-one visit with him. He was still all the things I had remembered him to be. It was too bad that Lou never made a "love connection" because he would have been a fabulous father and a devoted husband! Rest in peace.
Sherry Dotson Poulson (Class of '62)=

 

Doug Bond, our man at Harvard, focuses on Lucky's steadfastness:

Among our classmates, Lou could always be counted on to be level-headed, thoughtful, and kind.
He was a welcome sight in the sometimes stormy scene of us.
We lost a real star.

 

Kristen Vanderhoof Freeland remembers him both then and now as a special man:

Lucky and I had lunch several times after I returned to the Springs from Oklahoma, and I was so glad to have these times with him. He very well knew from a young age that juvenile onset diabetes, now known as type 1 diabetes, was a dreadful diagnosis but he never showed that to his classmates. With courage and determination, he exercised, ate a healthy diet, and lived a healthy life style. He really "outfoxed" the disease in many ways and lived a good life.

Several times when I was at the Broadmoor, I visited Lucky where he worked at the starter's house on the East and West courses. His fellow employees were so fond of him and loved knowing his nickname. Lucky loved golf! He adored his brothers and their families, and on the day Lucky died he was dressed and waiting to be picked up for lunch by his brother, Ron. And of course he loved his cats. His newest kitty now has a loving home with his niece, Kari. Lucky named his beloved cats after paths up Mt. Everest, such as Khumbu and Lhotse. Isn't that typical Lucky?

Lucky was a very special man with the most marvelous smile, and he will be greatly missed.

Kristen Vanderhoof Freeland


Gery Bensberg thinks of Lou Marold: Silent Strength:

Time, Money, Love, Energy. Lou gave, shared and cared. It is natural that so many loved or liked Lou. Strong enough to forgive; humble enough to obey.

A very moral person. Lou did not cheat in sports (nor did he need to). He was the most excellent, all around athlete. In the 6th grade, the Broadmoor team came to play baseball at Canon. We were all blown away. Lou amazed us with his skills - he could pitch and catch. He could bat right OR left handed! At soccer he was unstoppable. Fake left, fake right, he could deek you right out of your jock strap. As kids and teens, everyone wanted to be on the same team with Lucky. He was a winner, had skill, confidence and charisma. Lou's great courage for fighting diabetes has always been inspirational to me. I thank God for all my gifts and favors, one of which is Lou. I think he is a Holy person. I think he is real close, right now.

Hasta la Vista, Lou
Love, Gery Bensberg

 

Jim Cowart's memories of Lou center on his sports abilities and some high school pranks:

Lou Marold Memories from Jim Cowart

Many of us knew Lucky best when we went through high school sports together. We realize now that we would like to have spent more time with him over the years, as he was a true friend to anyone who would ask.

He was the best all-around athlete in our class, starring in football, basketball, hockey, baseball and later in golf. At a recent reunion he and I were lamenting that kids nowadays are less and less sports generalists, and more often get focused into single sports by parents and coaches. Lucky had a great sense of humor, and never failed to remind me that as a hockey goalie I had let in a shot from an “impossible angle” from behind the net when I should have just gotten out of the way instead of letting it ricochet in.

As will happen in high school, Lucky and I and John Simon and one of our Palmer friends got arrested one night and needed to be bailed out of jail. We had decided it would be a good idea to toilet paper an ex-girlfriend’s house, and were caught in the act. We needed an adult to get us out of jail, and Lucky smartly called his oldest brother so that none of us would have to inform our parents!

Lucky called me last year to get a recommendation for a Boulder restaurant for a gift certificate for a friend; it seemed like he was always empathizing with the other person. My wife Todd’s father had a family motto which applies to the way Lucky lived his life:

      “Be a Man.
        Be a Gentle Man.
        Be a Gentleman.
        Be a Man of High Integrity”

 

 

Karen Bakken Predovich honors Lou for all he represented in her life and honors the Class for supporting Lou and her.

I think my classmates have written some wonderful tributes and memories which indicate that Lou Marold touched the lives of all of us . If he had such an impact on all of us, I can't imagine the number of people outside our circle who also were warmed by Lou's friendship. It has been a blessing to have been able to spend time in conversation with Lou at different reunions.

I am so thankful that these times were provided by classmates who set them up. It was wonderful to have these adult conversations with Lou as it always amazes me how our classmates relate to each other as adults Lou had not changed that much since high school but just added more depth. He was a sincere, caring, leader and gentleman all his life. Lucky was a role model for athletes who challenge themselves to perform even if they have a medical condition. Lou met those challenges and exceeded all expectations. Also, "Lucky" was a model of how we should live our lives and treat our fellow human beings and pets. Someone who evokes such emotions, love and memories in others will never be gone from us but we will miss his earthly presence. His death once again reminds us that we need to cherish our time that we spend with friends and family.
Love to all of Lou's classmates!
Heaven must have a golf course!

 

Jane Niswonger Green and Lucky used to visit when he dropped by Patsy's:

The last time I saw Lucky was a few months ago when he stopped in at Patsy's. Of course he couldn't have any candy, but from time to time he would just stop by to chat. Always so wonderful to see him and he always had a smile on his face. A great friend and great athlete. He did so much for our school, our class and later in life so much for our community. He will be so missed.

 

Mr. Charles Clark, one of the class's English teachers and Naval Aviator, has good memories of Lucky:

Lucky (know he didn't like this moniker in his adult life) was a sincere, unaffected, humble student with a good brain and a great athletic skill. Am sorry I did not get to know him on a personal level, but I did not know his "whereabouts" until Terry told me he was in Manitou. He lived precariously, I understand, and probably lived beyond expectation. All of the students, I spoke to had unbridled admiration for him.

God rest his soul and finally ease his pain.

 

Carl Rowe had a memorable meeting with Lou that says a lot about Lou's quality as a person:

When I saw Lou a couple of years ago he gave me a newspaper photo (circa 1955) of our Young America League baseball team that he said he had been saving for me. Lou was the captain of our team and of course our best player. I was an undistinguished player and hardly remembered even being on the team. He remembered, though, and the gesture meant a lot to me. It spoke volumes about the kind of person Lou Marold was. Rest in peace my friend and teammate.

 

Chuck Armstrong remembers the bond between Lou, Cy Dyer and Chuck:

Lucky and Cy Dyer lived across the street from one another on Elm Street. When my family moved a block away at 4th & Elm when I was about 10 years old, I got to know those two lots better than just through school. They were each other's best friends, but were gracious enough to cut me in on the fun of knowing them. Of course, I considered them to be my BFF's after a short while. They had incredible gifts, athletically, and were amazing to watch as that God-given talent showed itself. Unfortunately, I had near zero athletic ability, though they patiently tried to "coach" me, encourage me and never put me down for my lack of ability. We stayed pretty close all the way through school until I moved to Jamaica at the start of our Junior year.

After that, I saw them sporadically over the years. Lou (he preferred Lou, though I slipped up a few times) always caught me up with the latest about Cy, since Lou lived in Manitou as I did since the 80's. We both were very grieved when Cy died. After that, when we saw each other, we always shared memories of Cy and caught up with each other's activities. Golf was a common bond as well - of course Lou was a scratch golfer and I never got below a 10 handicap. I played with him a few times and he was physically unable to play his best, which frustrated Lou a good bit. He was very optimistic and excited about his knee replacements when we all had our mini-reunion in July at the GOG Trading Post. He felt his golf game had returned and was planning to shoot his age (he was 2 weeks older than I am) when he turned 72 in October. We agreed that we would play more together. Alas, it was not to be! Truly, I now have another hole in my heart - I still grieve for Cy, and now Lucky as well. Gone are my two boyhood heroes, friends and role models. We are all in the 4th quarter of our lives as well, and this won't be the last time we lose our childhood friends. Yet, I will cherish all the good times we all had. I have all but forgotten the bad times already and look forward to more reunions with the best classmates ever - Class of '62 CMHS! Won't be the same without Lucky, but it'll be good I know. Remember the Cheyenne song, which starts out; "when I am old and all my sheaves are gathered..." Let's all keep gathering, together!

 

Lou, Showing his More Pensive Side and Deep Strength
Taken by Karen Gund Johnston at 50th Reunion, 2012

 

Sheri Davis McLaughlin sends a letter to Lou, who many of us believe is still among us spiritually:

My dearest friend Lou:

I came to District 12 in the sixth grade, going to Skyway Elementary School. I started at Cheyenne Mt. Jr. High, with all the schools mingling in the seventh grade. There was a Sadie's Hawkins Day Dance that year, where the girls got to ask the boys to the Dance: Yay! I asked you to go with me and you said yes. Two weeks before the Dance, I broke my ankle skiing at the Pikes Peak Ski Hill. I had a walking cast, so I could still go to the Dance. My Mother drove to your house on Elm and I went to the door to pick you up. Your mother asked me to come in .... I do not remember anything else until we were at the Dance and then I remember dancing and hobbling around.

We have been such good friends ever since. My last special conversation with you was about your cat dying and I told you, "You just have to get another one. Each animal fills your heart with all of their own specialties. You can love a new cat."

Even though we lost many years, having our own lives, when I moved back to Colorado in 1998 we reconnected. Thank you for all of our shared words, memories, and thoughts; they developed both of our lives.

      A life well lived my friend;
         with love, Sheryl (Davis) McLaughlin

 

Steve Hawkins, CMHS Class of '61, has his thoughts of a guy he admired:

Louis - most everybody called him Lucky - was a friend of mine growing up in the Cheyenne Mountain School System. We shared a significant common interest in and participation in sports, although his talents were far, far superior to mine. But, you would never know it by his quiet, humble demeanor. There wasn't an arrogant bone in his body. I admired him for that and also for the disciplined way in which he dealt with early-onset diabetes. Lucky also ended up joining several of us dirt bike riders in high school, as we explored the beauty and challenges of the nearby mountains.

Our lives went separate ways after high school and I'm sorry to say that I never had any contact with him as we grew into our adult lives and to this day. But, having known him as we grew up causes me to not be at all surprised to hear of the care and compassion that he showed so many others in his career and in his private life. It is clear that my friend Lucky lived a very fine life and made the lives of many others much better.

I look forward to reconnecting with Lucky one day in heaven.
    Steve Hawkins

 

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