Ray Mortimer Olds, Jr. (April 13, 1933-September 28, 2021)
Mort Olds was a man after the heart of the Book of Ecclesiastes: affluent, hard to impress, stoic, quiet, yet with gentleness, steadfastness, and unassuming wisdom. When I was kid, a friend of his told me that she had never heard him speak negatively about anyone, which she considered a high mark of modesty and character and hoped I would, too. From then on, I carried that insight forward to discern any violation. He never did.
In high school, he took a career aptitude test in which he tested in the high 90th percentiles in all fields except a 34th percentile for nursing. The test result sheet had a space for him to enter what field this test was leading him to consider. His handwritten response was simply, “Nursing.” I tell that story to my sons, and they say, “That is SO papa!” referring to his ever-present dry wit.
A sixth-generation native of Michigan, Mort was the son of Ray M. Olds, Sr. and Mary Belle Vinkemulder and sister of Marjorie Olds Leenhouts. He was salutatorian of his HS class and a lifetime motivated sportsman: a 9-varsity letter winner at East Grand Rapids High School, a 1950 state champion high school basketball guard, and the quarterback of the Grand Valley Conference runner up who received the offer of a football scholarship from Biggie Munn at Michigan State College the year before it won the National Championship. He was an “old goat” veteran of 25 Chicago-Mackinac sailboat races and had 4 golf holes-in-one over his lifetime. (It was a signal testament to his modesty that I never knew of any until after he died.) He was also an accomplished skier, tennis player, and fisherman.
A Navy enlist right after Korea, he was discharged from basic training by action of Grand Rapids congressman Gerald Ford to run his family’s wholesale business after the death of his own father. He took an iconoclastic term on the Board of Governors of Fountain Street Church and mentored jailed youth as part of the Grand Rapids Optimist Club. He later taught high school science and math to adolescents with severe behavioral challenges. He also endowed a need-based scholarship at the Duke University School of Engineering from which he had received his undergraduate degree (Phi Beta Kappa junior year).
He never talked of accomplishments, much less brag. When he heard us, his sons, bragging about our skiing prowess, he immediately enrolled us in competitive racing camp so we'd learn where we stacked up. Suffice to say, only his son Todd had the goods in that arena.
Mort retired to Spanish Wells, Eleuthera, Bahamas; Boca Grande, FL; and finally Sarasota, FL. Until the year before his death, he had a summer residence for 45 years in Macatawa, MI where he had hunted ducks with his father in the 1940s and in the 1970s became a long-term active member of the Macatawa Bay Yacht Club.
He was preceded by 3 months in death by his wife of 46 years, Sandra. He is
survived by his first wife of 20 years whom he met at Duke, Sarah Suzanne
(Glassmire) Olds, and by 3 sons (Rev. Douglas B. Olds of Mill Valley, CA; Todd R. Olds of Annapolis, MD, and Michael D. Olds of Sarasota, FL), 3 stepsons, 4 grandsons (Nicholas, Connor, Rowan, and Evan Olds), 1 granddaughter (Julia Olds), 4 step-grandchildren and 5 step-great-grandchildren.
Cruciform suffering is a fact of life. One CAN and
should take it relationally as well as personally. By the mutually charismatic
embrace of tight companioning, grief jagged and isolating can be transformed
into mourning’s loving and tear-soaked recollection like lump coal a diamond. We know this will be the case for those who loved Mort, one of creation's brightest gems.