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Archive for August 4th, 2008

Lou Spencer lived his life large

2 comments August 4th, 2008

Lou Spencer, 64, was buried today. I miss him. You may not have known Lou, though thousands of Rock River Valley people did. Probably make that tens of thousands. I didn’t know Lou anywhere near as well as they did and I make no claims on our connections. But, Lou needs a permanent remembering, something that will make the cyberspace rounds forever to come.

Here’s my simple connection to Lou: My husband and Lou were Scout masters together for years. Lou and Sally’s five sons, and our one son, grew up together in Scouts. Early on, back in the first of the 1990s, when Lou found out I was the editor of the newspaper, he made it his mission to keep me on the right (and I do mean right) side of the political fence. He’d call me for what seemed like every Saturday morning, sometimes correcting some editorial position we’d taken; at others pointing out story ideas, sources and connections we needed to check.

Lou would open each conversation with: “This is Lou.” And, anyone who has ever heard him say those three words, knows exactly what they sounded like.

This is Lou, and off he’d go. Until one Saturday, I begged him to please call me at work rather than at home. You see, Lou, I said, sometimes I just need a couple of hours when I get to be wife and mother and not newspaper editor. He understood. He still called, thank goodness, but he split the calls nicely from work to home.

Lou lived his life exactly as we are supposed to: with gusto, with God at the center and family all around. Ask him for help, and Lou dropped everything to lend a hand. In all those Scouting years, if Lou ever said no, I can’t remember it and I doubt others can. Can do; will do; did do. That was Lou’s way of living. Sally’s, too. Their five boys, though they certainly are no longer so, will, I am sure, do no less.

In an earlier post, I shared the Ogle County fair queen’s question: “What would this world be like if everyone had your attitude?” Lou would know exactly how to answer that: “This is Lou.” Godspeed, friend.