86 years old – September 23, 2021
Richard “Dick” Pomeroy Calhoun, beloved father, grandfather and great-great-grandfather, respected banker and art lover, passed away at his home on Thursday, September 23, 2021. A resident of Omaha, Dick passed away a few just days before his 87th birthday.
He will be remembered as a man of curiosity, humor and integrity – and who was determined to live up to his values.
Dick has been married to Kirsten “Kris” Malm Calhoun for 62 years. Kris predeceased him on March 13, 2020. He is survived by his daughter, Karen Easterling and her husband, Hank Easterling; and by his son, Ed Calhoun and his wife, Linda Calhoun.
Born in Little Rock, AR, Dick is a graduate of Central High School in Little Rock and the University of Utah. There he met his future wife, Kris, on a blind date.
While a college student, Dick was part of the Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC). When he was about to deploy to Japan in 1957, he and Kris got married. Abroad, he was stationed in Okinawa and patrolled as a US Navy Navigator. After returning to the United States, he attended Harvard Business School and obtained his MBA
In 1989 Dick helped start a community bank, Springdale Bank & Trust, in a renovated church in Springdale, AR. He loved forming a team and was proud to see it grow into a thriving bank with over a billion deposits.
During his banking career, he was primarily motivated by the intellectual challenge of running a bank and helping clients. He loved seeing local businesses succeed and helped them get started with loans and solid advice.
Although Dick spent decades as a banker, he also greatly appreciated his role as an educator. A natural teacher, he enjoyed mentoring and sharing his knowledge of banking, macroeconomics and financial management with others. He especially enjoyed teaching community college students.
Over the course of his life, Dick made his home in many places, including Little Rock, AR, where he attended Kramer Elementary School, East Side Junior High, and Central High School; Salt Lake City, Utah; Okinawa, Japan; Watertown, MA; Riverside, California; Albuquerque and Santa Fe, New Mexico, Springdale, AR; Fayetteville, AR; and Omaha, NE.
An art lover, he particularly liked the art of the American West. He entertained his family and friends with his whimsical three-dimensional pieces and installations. His designs included brightly colored flower sculptures and a metal dog welded from scrap scrap. On his porch, he placed a decorative rabbit so that he seemed to be looking at a computer screen he had painted red.
Dick had a dry, self-effacing sense of humor, often proudly proclaiming himself a descendant of King Richard with a chicken heart. He showed off a framed certificate he got for good calligraphy in school – even though his handwriting was notoriously difficult to read.
During his rest and retirement hours, he was meticulous in pruning the shrubs around his house. He loved to relax in his recliner and read anything and everything from magazines to the latest novels. He also praised the instant coffee crystals, claiming that the flavor was superior to “real” coffee.
He was really curious, always gathering information and expressing a genuine interest in the ideas of others. Even a week before his death, he was discussing his perspective on current events.
His family describes him as down to earth, humble, analytical, insightful, funny, honest, intelligent, kind and resolutely outspoken in standing up for his standards.
He was also an ace of numbers. As a child, Karen would reel in a long series of numbers that had to be added up … and Dick kept a running total without the aid of a calculator or paper and pen.
When Karen and Ed were children, Dick used road trips as an educational opportunity. Ed remembers a ride when he casually asked how many dollar bills it would take – if the bills were placed end to end – to reach the moon. Dick calculated the number on the fly. He taught Karen to add numbers and read maps at the same time by asking her to study the map and determine how many kilometers there were between the towns they passed through. Then he quickly estimated how many miles were left until they were “there”. Her children always arrived a little wiser at the end of a trip.
Throughout his life, Dick preferred to donate to charity anonymously. He was helping people behind the scenes in a low-key way, so that they would never know the identity of their benefactor. Her family wish to carry on this tradition of caring and ask people to consider committing a random – or not-so-random – act of kindness in her memory.
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