6 thoughts on “Connie Goldman, former MPR reporter and ‘ATC’ host, dies at 91

  1. This obit so beautifully captures Connie Goldman’s essence. I think she would have loved it – which is always the problem with obits — the celebration comes too late.

  2. Some of us old timer’s remember Connie’s early radio days before MPR and NPR existed. Saturday afternoons, in the late 60’s and early 70’s, Connie was on the air from the the basement studios of 770 KUOM in Eddy Hall (U of MN), where she produced The Saturday Show.

  3. Having known Connie for over five decades, It was my privilege and honor to be her roommate as we met regularly at aging conferences and events across the country. So many memories, poignant and fun, flood my mind. To relate just a few… We shared many thoughts and ideas on aging issues and beyond. Often she’d flash that signature Connie twinkle in her eye, “I’m pregnant with a new book; let’s talk” and so we did into the wee hours. Connie loved NYC and we met there regularly at her favorite spots in mid-town and the upper west side. One wintry afternoon near her birthday we met for lunch and Connie had an insatiable sweet tooth. I prearranged to have a tray of desserts brought to the table for her to choose a birthday favorite. With that signature twinkle, she looked at me and said “How about all of them!” With bakery box in hand, after devouring a few, what a memorable celebration. In a more serious moment, at a store, we watched a young handsome clerk wait on an attractive blonde before a few older people at the counter, to which Connie (our Mother Wisdom) looked at me and said “Just wait til you become invisible. It will happen.” Mentor, friend, sister, Connie is dearly missed yet this pintsized powerhouse will live on with us forever. We talked regularly by phone and when it was time to say Goodbye, we’d arrange our next call. Connie always said “Is that a threat or a promise.” Love you, dear Connie, and THANK YOU for your forever friendship and indelible lessons over the years.

  4. I am honored to have counted Connie as a special friend, who mentored me as one would a younger sibling into older age. It was Connie who removed my fear of aging with her eloquent words “One does not only grow old, one grows whole.” She walked her talk, lighting the way for those many who followed her with love and faith. She will be missed.

  5. Connie and I were fellow gardeners and I often shared pictures of what was growing in my garden seasonally. We both delighted in the changes that occurred in our gardens throughout the year. In her book, Tending the Earth, Mending the Spirit, the Healing Gifts of Gardening, Connie writes, “The seasonal changes that visit my plants teach me about acceptance, patience, faith and perseverance through the travails and triumphs that are revealed in nature. In the course of a year, I see the entire cycle of life, from birth to death and back again. I’m sure this is why our language is filled with so many season-related metaphors: the springtime of youth, the summer of prosperity, the autumn of our years, the winter of old age.” Connie lived an abundant, exuberant life, fully embracing the lessons and gifts of each season of her life. She was a friend, mentor and wise sage and she will be dearly missed.

  6. Just learned of Connie’s death. We were neighbors in rural Hudson before she moved into town. I went on many walked with her and her dog, Bear. I helped her take Bear on his final ride to the Vet. She was a sweetheart.

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