Sunday, March 11, 2018

The best friends a person can have




I have been lucky in my life. As written earlier, serendipity has ruled a great deal of my good fortune. Perhaps one of the most important was the time I spent with Gerry and Linda Kreuder while in Albany IL.

I first met Gerry the day I was hired to teach. He had been painting the goal posts on the playground along with Denny Woods. I have to admit I thought he was pretty weird. This was 1969, the end of the decade of protests, hippies, and long hair. Gerry had a short flattop haircut, weighed about 100 lbs soaking wet and he was covered in paint. I think he got some on the goal posts, but you couldn’t prove it by the way he looked.

When I got home, I told Connie I was a teacher, and had met this strange little guy who was also a teacher. I had no idea that he would become a lifelong friend to me and to everyone he would meet.

Many times I have witnessed Gerry walk into a room, reception area, restaurant or bar, and find out something about everyone he encountered. Before he leaves a place he will have made a connection with everyone who will talk to him, and, with his booming voice, you cannot avoid doing that.

He and Linda are dedicated to the service of others. I often thought of them as the king and queen of Albany. Linda was in junior women’s Club, served on the newly formed library board, served on the park board, taught Sunday school etc, etc. Gerry was president of the Fire Department, was one of the founding members of the Albany Lions Club, managed the park facilities, etc. etc. They did all of this while working full time, having three kids, attending more basketball and football games than anyone can count and doing so many other things I that would make me exhausted to write about.

They have not been as fortunate with health issues. Between the two of them and their three kids, they have spent more time in Iowa City than Herky, the Hawk. Not to make light of their struggles, but I believe the University of Iowa is planning a wing for them I believe the hang-up is they have visited so many departments, the university is not sure which should receive the honor.


We had been through a great deal together. We have enjoyed many good times after basketball games. All of the staff attending were invited to Kreuders for pizza and beer. It was a terrific way to finish the night. The trip to the state basketball tournament was another tradition that was always a good time.

Gerry had a painting business that kept me employed for several summers. We painted more than a few houses and some barns. We usually got more paint on the building than ourselves, but it was close. I used to kid him that he found his ladders in the junkyard. I think they were held together with spilled paint.

We have been through some tragic times. Gerry and Linda were there when my father died. It was the first week of my coaching career. We have attended many funerals of former students, parents, and colleagues. The trips to Iowa City often included me.


They continue to provide for others. They will often be seen in the company of one or more of their grandkids. Although they are both officially retired they remain active in their new community. They stay connected with friends and Gerry’s former students, all who have a nickname.The nicknames have become generational, passed down from parent to child by Gerry. My son, Scott, is known by Gerry as “Milt”, Gerry’s favorite nickname for me. Gerry gave me the nickname when our former part-time employer, named Milt, died. I can’t explain it either.


We have spent so much special time together it is difficult to find only one of two to describe. Let me leave it that my life would be so much less without them in it. In short, our lives were completely entangled during the time we lived in Albany. I was sad to leave them, but I had to leave to pursue my goal of becoming a principal.

 I join them, and the many friends they have back along the Mississippi in congratulating them on fifty years of marriage.

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