Watching Dale with sports was always a pleasure. He had some skills that made you appreciate his athleticism; however, his personality was what I appreciated the most. Dale treated me to lunch a few years before he took his life. We talked; yet, I sensed there was something Dale wanted to talk to me about and could not. As a pastor just moved to North St. Paul – the church moved to White Bear Lake in 1999 – I thought, it might be about his relationship with Jesus.
He assured me he was all right. If I could go back in time, I would have pressed him more about how he was feeling and if something was troubling him so deep that he could not see the light at the end of his depression. I admired Dale. I was more than shocked and stunned when he took his life. He was someone whom most admired in High School.
Dale was a "groomsmen" in our wedding in 6/78 and one of the "best men" in our lives. The tragedy and intense grief that we felt together after his death was at times unbearable. I think perhaps Dick and Dale are playing a little BB in heaven as I believe that God returns to us in heaven what we loved here on earth.
While in college I had a shot to ride the rails, ride boxcars from South St Paul to San Francisco with Dale and three other incredible guys. I saw Dale as a kinda movie star. He wasnt really a person, more a force of nature by the magic I watched him perform on the football, baseball and even on TV during the High School State Basketball Playoff games. Dale was more a hawk than human.
Better...
You would think that eatting sleeping riding peeing escaping and hiding for two weeks from boxcar to boxcar that I would learn somthing unique about this very special man...but i didn't. Not a thing.
Its like spending time with a hawk...do you really ever get inside its brain and 'know it'?
No. He was quiet steady and ever graceful...this magical hawk forever flying.
David Frazer
Watching Dale with sports was always a pleasure. He had some skills that made you appreciate his athleticism; however, his personality was what I appreciated the most. Dale treated me to lunch a few years before he took his life. We talked; yet, I sensed there was something Dale wanted to talk to me about and could not. As a pastor just moved to North St. Paul – the church moved to White Bear Lake in 1999 – I thought, it might be about his relationship with Jesus.
He assured me he was all right. If I could go back in time, I would have pressed him more about how he was feeling and if something was troubling him so deep that he could not see the light at the end of his depression. I admired Dale. I was more than shocked and stunned when he took his life. He was someone whom most admired in High School.
Melody Aszmann (Goldbloom)
May God be with his family and friends ....
Jacqueline Moquist (Jordan)
Dale was a "groomsmen" in our wedding in 6/78 and one of the "best men" in our lives. The tragedy and intense grief that we felt together after his death was at times unbearable. I think perhaps Dick and Dale are playing a little BB in heaven as I believe that God returns to us in heaven what we loved here on earth.
Robert Zachar
While in college I had a shot to ride the rails, ride boxcars from South St Paul to San Francisco with Dale and three other incredible guys. I saw Dale as a kinda movie star. He wasnt really a person, more a force of nature by the magic I watched him perform on the football, baseball and even on TV during the High School State Basketball Playoff games. Dale was more a hawk than human.
Better...
You would think that eatting sleeping riding peeing escaping and hiding for two weeks from boxcar to boxcar that I would learn somthing unique about this very special man...but i didn't. Not a thing.
Its like spending time with a hawk...do you really ever get inside its brain and 'know it'?
No. He was quiet steady and ever graceful...this magical hawk forever flying.
This is my memory of Dale Howe.
Bob zachar