Donald Mack Malone
August 26, 1925 - June 22, 2007
Obituary
Donald Mack MALONE
Born in Lincoln, Nebraska on Aug. 26, 1925, a long time resident of Burien, WA, passed away June 22nd from the effects of Parkinson’s. He graduated from high school in Harrisburg, Oregon and joined the Navy. After leaving the Navy and completing his education, Don taught math and coached baseball and basketball at Highline High School for 9 years prior to going into private business. He is survived by Carol, his loving wife of 55 years, as well as his children Toni Duane Kiehle, sons Bob and Kal, and grandchildren Courtney, Katherine and Jennifer. He is also survived by his brothers Ed Joanne and Bob Lumae and his sister, Lois Kraemer. He was preceded in death by his brothers Earl and Rex. "Uncle Mac" will be missed by his many nieces and nephews, as well as his family and friends. A memorial service will be held on Friday, June 29th at 11:00 AM at Bonney-Watson Washington Memorial, 16445 International Blvd, SeaTac. Please sign the online memorial guestbook at www.bonneywatson.com.
DEAR CAROL, TONI, BOB AND KAL,
I CAN’T BELIEVE HE IS GONE, IT HAS BEEN QUITE A FEW YEARS AGO SENCE I HAD SEEN HIM, BACK WHEN THERE STILL WAS A MIDWAY CLASSIC CLEANERS. I ALWAYS REMEMBER HIS WHISTLING, AND 99.9% OF THE TIME IT WAS ALWAYS A HAPPY TUNE. HE WAS SUCH A NICE MAN, WOULD HELP YOU OUT ANY TIME THAT YOU NEEDE IT. I DIDN’T REALIZE HE HAD PARKINSON’S, THAT IS SUCH A TERRIBLE THING TO HAVE, HE SURELY DIDN’T DESERVE THAT. HE TRULY WAS MY UNCLE MAC. SORRY THAT I WAS UNABLE TO ATTEND THE SERVICE-IT JUST WASN’T POSSIBLE. MY PRAYERS ARE WITH YOU. HERE IS TO ALOT OF WONDERFUL MEMORIES, WITH ALOT OF LOVE HUGS AND TEARS. TAKE CARE LEANNE TUFFS
I’m so sorry about Mack. I have such great memories of all the Malone’s. I know that Mack is up in Heaven with Earl and Rex, probably sitting around listening to Rex’s same old stories….My love to you all, Dudley
To my friend, Mac, a good athlete who was an even better man. God bless.
To my coach and math teacher who was a major influence in helping me find my sense of what was right or wrong regarding my conduct or motivation.
Highline Highschool, class of 1956
Mac Malone was my friend, my teacher, my mentor, and the best coach I ever had. Once again, my heart is broken. I was a tall, lanky pitcher and he took an interest in me when I was in the 8th grade, my first year at Highline. That was in 1952. He watched me through junior high, American Legion and Babe Ruth League, called Little-Bigger League in those days. He not only taught me algebra, he taught me life’s lessons as well, and, of course, baseball. He knew more about baseball than any coach I ever played under and he gave me the chance of a lifetime by bringing me up to the Varsity baseball team as a sophomore in 1954. As an ignorant, naive kid, I figured, I’ve got it made now. If only I’d listened and heeded his good advice and given him the respect and devotion he deserved, I’d be a better man today. Too soon old; too late smart. If I could just go back again, I’d give him 110% of every ounce of grit and mettle I could muster instead of stubbornly slacking off and disappointing him like I did, breaking his rules and goofing around. I haven’t seen him since I graduated from Highline in 1956. I shall finally pay my respects and admiration to this great man at his memorial service Friday. Although I didn’t realize it at the time, he was one of the most important influences of my life. May he rest in peace.