Harold Arthur Geldbach
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Harold Arthur Geldbach, just shy of his 98th birthday on Aug. 9, 2021, was honorably discharged from his worldly duties on June 10, 2021. As a World War II veteran who served aboard the USS New Jersey from 1943 to 1946, Harold saw action in the Central Pacific, was involved offensively in liberating the Gilbert Islands, the assault on the Marshall Islands and fought deep into Japanese waters. Born in St. Louis, Mo., on a horribly stormy night in August, Harold was delivered by a doctor who had to take a row boat down the street to get to his home birth, so, perhaps, the Navy made a logical branch of service for him! He returned to St. Louis following deployment and became a typesetter by trade until his retirement.
A long time resident of Sun City Center, Fla., and member of the Redeemer Lutheran Church, Harold was a die-hard Cardinal baseball fan, lover of a good fish sandwich and a passionate golfer. He would proudly tell you he consistently would “shoot his age.” A serious golfer and a stickler for accuracy in all things golf related, you had best bring your “A” game when you played with him. Golfing, until just a few months ago, brought Harold tremendous happiness. Sharp mentally until his final days, he could recite shot by shot, club selection by club selection, his rounds of golf with his buddies at the Sandpiper course in Sun City Center.
He was preceded in death by his parents, John and Ruth Geldbach of St. Louis, and his loving wife, Virginia (Ginny) Geldbach of Sun City Center, Fla., and is the last survivor of a large family of nine. It is without doubt he will be greeted to a rowdy game of cards where knuckle knocking, card slapping, trash talking (cursing involved) and Budweiser beer flow plentifully. His brothers and sisters have waited a long time for him, and that’s something because Harold hated slow play.
Also leaving behind many nephews and nieces who have loved and adored him for years, our “Unc” was a one of a kind guy who could be counted on to always have a yard game in play at family gatherings, be it wiffel ball, jarts, horseshoes or shuttle cocks flying like mad in the yard. Godspeed, sweet Unc. May your drives be straight, your putts fall center cut and you find all the fairways and greens you desire.
Harold Arthur Geldbach, just shy of his 98th birthday on Aug. 9, 2021, was honorably discharged from his worldly duties on June 10, 2021. As a World War II veteran who served aboard the USS New Jersey from 1943 to 1946, Harold saw action in the Central Pacific, was involved offensively in liberating the Gilbert Islands, the assault on the Marshall Islands and fought deep into Japanese waters. Born in St. Louis, Mo., on a horribly stormy night in August, Harold was delivered by a doctor who had to take a row boat down the street to get to his home birth, so, perhaps, the Navy made a logical branch of service for him! He returned to St. Louis following deployment and became a typesetter by trade until his retirement.
A long time resident of Sun City Center, Fla., and member of the Redeemer Lutheran Church, Harold was a die-hard Cardinal baseball fan, lover of a good fish sandwich and a passionate golfer. He would proudly tell you he consistently would “shoot his age.” A serious golfer and a stickler for accuracy in all things golf related, you had best bring your “A” game when you played with him. Golfing, until just a few months ago, brought Harold tremendous happiness. Sharp mentally until his final days, he could recite shot by shot, club selection by club selection, his rounds of golf with his buddies at the Sandpiper course in Sun City Center.
He was preceded in death by his parents, John and Ruth Geldbach of St. Louis, and his loving wife, Virginia (Ginny) Geldbach of Sun City Center, Fla., and is the last survivor of a large family of nine. It is without doubt he will be greeted to a rowdy game of cards where knuckle knocking, card slapping, trash talking (cursing involved) and Budweiser beer flow plentifully. His brothers and sisters have waited a long time for him, and that’s something because Harold hated slow play.
Also leaving behind many nephews and nieces who have loved and adored him for years, our “Unc” was a one of a kind guy who could be counted on to always have a yard game in play at family gatherings, be it wiffel ball, jarts, horseshoes or shuttle cocks flying like mad in the yard. Godspeed, sweet Unc. May your drives be straight, your putts fall center cut and you find all the fairways and greens you desire.