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|By: Linda Mimnaugh
||Jan 25, 2004
|"Think not with sadness he is no more: but rather with gladness he was." My condolences to Lew's family and to Dollie. Linda Mimnaugh and children
|By: Suzanne Mimnaugh
||Jan 23, 2004
|I have several memories of Mr. Gibson and my father George Mimnaugh. The very last time that I saw Mr. Gibson was that he was at my parents home in the Woodlands and my mother had just bought me a piece of Waterford Stemware to add to my collection and I was in the kitchen with my father and Mr. Gibson admiring my newest addition, without any hesitation, Mr. Gibson stuck his finger in his mouth and proceeded to take his wet finger and circle it around the top of the crystal, at first I thought how gross and then he told me that if you listen as you were circling your finger around the top of the glass you could hear the sound of real crystal. As I think back on this I thought, this is a great lesson of life, listen and learn and not think that something that someone does is gross.Mr. Gibson did just that, he listened, he learned and he taught others about living life to the fullest and he taught others like my father his passion for golf.
Although, I never learned to golf or pick up the game, thinking back of Mr. Gibson, you have to be passionate about something in life and then you have to teach others about that passion.
My sincerest condolences to Mr. Gibson's family, friends and to Dolly. I know that Mr. Gibson is still teaching all of us about passion for life.
|By: John O'Brien
||Jan 22, 2004
|Many people have that sense, you know, where they know when other people are going to die. Some people even have a sense for their own demise. And some people are just wrong, about everything, all of the time. Some people dont even know that much.
Some of the people who do know get a landmark sense of the older people in their life really early on. Its not like they think, that guys old; hes an unfeeling stone that will just become fossil rock. I will gauge my progress on where Im at when he finally kicks off and dies. Yes, I will worry about the condition of my soul some time shortly after hes dead. Not at all like that. But you do get a sense of mortality, so some things dont really surprise you, even though youd much rather they dont happen. People older than you generally die faster. People a lot older than you generally die first. And that sense -- and __
|By: John O'Brien
||Jan 22, 2004
|also wrote a poem the other night...
chicagoan observes the passing of Lew Gibson, Senior
watching TV with Uncle Lew,
he said things about a guys putt-
stroke and about how he had -- with
hilarious aplomb -- got that guy out
of jail, gratis, one night. i saw him
in hotels most of the time -- Western Open.
he saw himself in pick-ups most of the
time, trailing his workshop and his wares.
maybe that, in the most immediate
sense that only a Marine would know,
eyes barreling through coke-bottle
lenses, on roads so foreign they
became familiar real fast, saying politely,
this plate is hot, could you bring
me my steak fresh, darling?
maybe his immediate frame was
rigged to some ancient machine,
stoked by archaic fires, lives he embraced, town to
town. and in hotels where i saw him laughing,
big bottles on night-stands, haunted with brown
spirits, over and again, looking for a
big score he could fashion with his own
hands, a score so big he could spoil, and
then laugh bigger than Texas -- like
he always did anyway -- he envisioned
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