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Mason City High School
Class Of 1960

UPCOMING BIRTHDAYS

Howard Cook  10/25
Classmate

     George Kloster

Passed away January 20, 2019

 
George  J. Kloster

George Joseph Kloster, 78, of Des Moines, passed away Sunday, January 20, 2019, at the Iowa Methodist Hospital in Des Moines. 

A Memorial Gathering will be held from 4-6 p.m. Wednesday, January 23, 2019, at the Iles-Westover Chapel in Des Moines. 

George was born in Iowa City, IA, December 16, 1940, one of six children to George C Kloster and Marcella Dwire. He received his education in Mason City where he graduated from high school. On August 4, 1968 he married the love his life Marlys Evans and together he had one son Joe.

George was a head Maintenance Supervisor for many years and the latest being at the Iowa State Capitol Building where he retired in 1995. 

He loved bowling, fishing, the St. Louis Cardinals, playing cards and slots on the internet and the casino and watching western movies. George was a jokester and loved telling jokes to people he knew or even those he didn’t. His passion was watching his grandson bowl for which he was extremely proud. He also enjoyed spending as much time possible with all the grandchildren and the kids at daycare. Over the years he enjoyed going on family vacations and visiting relatives. 

He was preceded in death by three sisters and one brother.

George is survived by his wife of 50 years, Marlys, a son Joe Kloster of Des Moines, grandsons; Chase Kloster and his fiancé Stephanie of Milton, FL, grandson Jordan Kloster of Des Moines and a granddaughter Cassidy Brummer of Urbandale, IA 

 

 

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From:   James Osegaro

 

 
I can hit the golf ball any way I can and laugh if it goes in the lake. That's the breaks. I'm just happy I can still hit that golf ball. I am forwarding this to those on my Seniors e-mail list because  it is so well written. Please send back ( I did ) It's neat. Don't delete this one, you'll laugh when you see the return message. 

As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend 

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world, too soon;  before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. 

Whose  business is it, if I choose to read, or play, on the computer, until 4 AM, or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50, 60 & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish  to weep over a lost love, I will. 

I will walk the beach, in a swim suit that is stretched over a  bulging body, and will dive into the waves, with abandon, if I  choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They too, will get old. 

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life  is just  as well forgotten. And, I eventually remember the important things. 

Sure, over the years, my heart has been broken. How can your heart not       break, when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet passes? But, broken hearts are what give us strength, and understanding, and compassion. A heart never broken, is pristine, and sterile, and will never know the joy of being imperfect. 

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. 

So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. 

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. 

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free.  I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been,  or worrying about what will be.  And I shall eat dessert every single day   (if I feel like  it). 

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART, ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART! 

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Subject: The Man who gave up sex for golf

 


 

The Man Who Gave Up Sex for Golf

 

A golfer is in a competitive match with a friend, who is ahead by a couple of strokes.

"Boy, I’d give anything to sink this putt", the golfer mumbles to himself. 

 

Just then, some stranger walks up beside him and whispers, “Would you be willing to give up a quarter of your sex life to sink the putt?"

 

Thinking the man is crazy and his answer will be meaningless, the golfer also feels that maybe this is a good omen, so he says, "Sounds good to me," and promptly sinks the putt!

 

Two holes later, he mumbles to himself again, "Gosh, I wish I could get an eagle on this one."

 

The same stranger is suddenly at his side again and whispers, “Would it be worth giving up another quarter of your sex life to make an eagle?"

 

Shrugging, the golfer replies, "Okay." And, amazingly, he makes the eagle. 

 

On the final hole, the golfer needs another eagle to win. Without waiting for him to say anything, the stranger quickly moves to his side and says, “Could winning this match be worth giving up the rest of your sex life?”

 

"Definitely," the golfer replies, and sure enough he makes the eagle and wins the match. 

 

As the golfer is walking to the club house, the stranger walks along beside him and says, "I haven't really been fair with you because you don't know who I am. I’m Satan, and from this day forward you really will have no sex life at all."

 

“Nice to meet you," the golfer replies. "I'm Father O'Malley.”

 

 

Last year, I replaced all the windows in my house with those expensive double pane energy efficient kind. But this week, I got a call from the contractor complaining that his work had been completed a whole year and I had yet to pay for them.

Boy, oh boy, did we go around! Just because I'm blonde doesn't mean that I am automatically stupid. So, I proceeded to tell him just what his fast-talking sales guy had told me last year. He said that in one year, the windows would pay for themselves. There was silence on the other end of the line, so I just hung up, and he hasn't called back. Guess he was embarrassed.

 

 

 

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                                               A Positive Attitude


  • After his plane was hit and he was forced to eject, the Marine Corps fighter pilot

    finally regained consciousness. 

     

    He  was in a hospital, in a lot of pain.  He found himself in the ICU with tubes and

            IV drips in both arms, a breathing mask, wires monitoring every function and a nurse 

    hovering over him, looking worried.  It was obvious he was in a life-threatening situation.

     


    The nurse gave him a serious look, straight into his eyes.  Knowing he was not only 

                a fighter pilot, but a Marine, she spoke to him softly  and slowly, enunciating each 

    word: "You may not feel anything from the waist down.”

    Somehow, he managed to mumble in reply, "Can I feel your boobs, then?

    And that, my friends, is a real Positive Attitude!! 

     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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