Dale S. Armstrong 4/25/1922 - 1/5/2012 May he rest in peace! Semper Fi...
My name is Michael Bann or more accurately my name is Michael Curtis Bann. For most of Armo's adult life he was the best friend of my dad Richard C Bann. If any of you knew or remember my dad you probably know that was not always an easy thing to be!
Dad and Armo met in the 40's Armo started working for my dad in the 50's and never left his side after that. He was a salesman, sales manager, vice president but mostly he was a friend. They worked together, vacationed together, went to sporting events together, had thousands of lunches together, boated together, and yes they shared a few martinis together.
My earliest memories of Armo were down at the Rossmoor building in downtown St Paul where I would always venture into his office and he would extend his hand with a warm welcome of Michael Curtis followed by an offering of the ever present jellybean. I also have fond memories of a train ride to Wi dells with the Armo clan where I proceeded to come down with Chicken pox.
Our families were always close. I continue to be facebook friends with Lisa and Gary. Geraldine (a surrogate mother to me after Mom's passing) always kept me up Barbara's goings on in No. California and Bumber has been my doctor for my whole adult life.
In 1978 I started working for my dad and that was the beginning of a new relationship with Armo where he went from Mr. Armstrong to Armo. Armo was the yin to my dad's yang. While dad was loud, opinionated, a little overbearing and an eternal optimist. Dale was quieter, thoughtful and maybe a tad bit of a pessimist. In case you did not know Dale tended to fret and worry a little! The only time he ever raised his voice was if his lovely wife was in ear shot and he needed something and I would hear “Geraldine”!
Armo and I worked very closely together and he taught me much about sales and life. He was very organized and would babysit his accounts making sure the plant always got his clients jobs out on time. Eventually I became Dale's right hand man. Taking care of his accounts when he was on vacation or when he started coming into the office later and leaving earlier. Upon his retirement I was the fortunate enough to inherit a fair amount of his accounts. He always put the customer first and because of that his customers were fiercely loyal to him. Accounts such as Halderman Homme, American Hoist, Paper Calmenson, and Ecolab to name a few.
In the office Armo and I would talk sports, a lot of football. But the most fun I had was riding him about how hockey was a better sport then basketball and also about how much more difficult it was. I always encouraged him to tie some blades onto the bottom of his shoes put a stick in his hands and try and dribble a non-perfectly symmetrical sphere while on ice. That perturbed him to no end.
Dale was fun to tease because he cared so much whether it be the Vikes, his beloved St Thomas basketball, his houseboat or his friends. Armo was a perfect role model for what a friend should be
Armo and I shared many lunches together often at the athletic Club, Cherokee, and Ciatt's . The tradition carried thru his retirement and after my dad's passing as it was cathartic for both of us. At every one of those lunches Armo told me how much he missed and loved my father. I think and hope he saw a little of my old man in me and that is why we were so close!
While I am saddened by the fact we can't spend another lunch reminiscing I am heartened in the belief that my dad has since got of Purgatory to welcome Armo to Heaven with open Arms and a couple of cold martini's!
Semper Fi Armo!
Please know that you are in our prayers during this time. He has done his work on earth. Remember all the good times. He'll be boating somewhere. My love to Mrs. Armstrong and all the family.
Dale was a well liked gentleman, and always a pleasure to be around. I feel sorry for his family, but realize how fortunate they feel to have had him this long.
Dear Gerry and family,
May I help you celebrate the life of your husband and father! Though I never met him, he had to have been a treasure to all of you. God rest his soul, and bring Peace to each of you. I still cherish your words, Gerry, to my husband back in 1991 when I introduced him to you and you said, "I was her very first friend". And it was true. You and I, Norm & Neal, had the most magical childhood as we grew up together, didn't we? Ken and Marlys and Ralph Johnson and Doris Johnson all added to our innocence and joy of living. I've had you in thought so many times over the years. I want to send my sympathy for your loss.and my remembrance of a sweet little child we first all called "Girlie".
Love, Dee (Stow)Erickson
What a wonderful tribute to my dad that some of you Armstrong kids were able to attend his funeral during your own time of mourning. I send my very best wishes to all of you. I won't be able to be around next week, so sorry.