In Memory

Scott Donaldson

Scott Donaldson

Scott K. Donaldson

1948 ~ 2020

Scott Kofoed Donaldson passed away on November 30, 2020. He is survived by his former wife, Shauna, and their three wonderful children: Travis, Tyler, and Brooke. Plus, he was blessed with 11 super grandkids (from oldest to youngest): Kate, Rachel, Brock, Ty, Taylor, Luke, Alyssa, Addi, Max, Joslyn, and Ellie. Scott appreciated his many friends, and since he never enjoyed ceremonies, he hopes that his friends and extended family will respect his wishes to have a quiet gathering with just his immediate family. With heartfelt gratitude to the Lord, Scott looks forward to a joyous reunion when, someday, we'll join together again. In lieu of flowers, please gather with friends who knew Scott, and enjoy a nice meal or round of golf.

 

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Published in The Salt Lake Tribune on Dec. 6, 2020.

 

 

 

 



 
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12/04/20 12:27 AM #2    

Sandra McCann (Poulsen)

Indeed, may you ramble on in joy, Scott!  Thanks for all the laughter!


12/04/20 09:06 AM #3    

Scott Bennion

i was so lucky to have scott as my friend and entertainer since grade school at garfield.  we both were best friends at clayton junior high school.  at highland we ran with different horses, but always kept track.  there was no one funnier.  he was a very kind person who i really looked up to.  he had a briliant mind and an excellent memory.  since our 50th highland reunion i have been lucky enough to have us check in every two months or so.  

you are already sorely missed, buster. we have had many memories together...a lot of them mercifully unpublished, that i will take to MY grave. what a beautiful person!  rest in peace, you have been my mas-Scott for over 65 years.  


12/04/20 12:20 PM #4    

Marsha Draper (Fryer)

The below was offered by an ANONYMOUS Ram friend of Scott's:

 

I think of Scotty as the inventor of Cheerleading without a uniform. His spirit sparkled to a beat that we all could seldom meet. He made me awake to a friend's place a ram soulman. We all have a God hole that gets confused when we miss our beautiful friend Scott for now. My heart will beat a bitter cold for a moment.  Then your spirit will connect us. ANTICIPATING FUTURE ETERINTIES will REJOICE US Always RAMS66

CLASSMATE ANONYMOUS


12/04/20 12:46 PM #5    

Lynda Corak (Robinson)

Rest in God's peace Scott, until we meet again.  Lynda Robinson


12/04/20 01:01 PM #6    

Marsha Draper (Fryer)

Scott, oh that smile, it pretty much said it all, right?  From third grade, ‘til his last breath, I’m sure. 

Scott’s been such a dear friend, not a sweetheart friend, just like someone I could talk to, go anywhere with, laugh myself sick with, cry with, for a long time.  We could talk kids, politics (that got him riled up! Lol..), religion, love, RAMS66, family, food, seriously, just about anything and have a blast in the journey of the conversation.  He actually had a serious side, under all that silliness, he was such a caring genuine guy.  He loved his family and grandkids so much, and he and his former wife, Shauna, had remained good friends! Not many can do that.  I think it says much about Scott’s integrity. 

Scott’s obit missed out telling about his successful mission to New Zealand, where he served as the Assistant to the President, and that he graduated from BYU.  He was so darn smart, although Highland High School didn’t reflect those smarts…he was more of a goofoff in those days!  He was a successful insurance salesman, before he retired to the GOLF COURSE.  He loved his golf & tennis, and it kept him so fit!  I think that’s why we’re all so stunned over the shock of this covid death he had. 

The stories go on & on about the pranks he and I will not “squeal” on his countless friends he involved over the years, but he would forever entertain me with his “tales” of juvenile delinquent “hood”, should I say, usually harmless pranks, but many times, I think people are still scratching their heads over what really happened to them!! As a matter of fact, who knows, he might be doing some “splaining” right now, Lol! 

Scott had more friends than anyone I know, women & men, and it’s easy to know why, he was just so loveable.  He’d call out of the blue, talk over something stupid that just happened, we’d laugh & laugh, and he’d hang up. I know he did this with many of his friends.  What am I going to do without those crazy calls?  I’m going to miss that little muskrat…  God be with you, Scooter.  I hope Miss Tobiason doesn’t come looking for you up there!  Love you!


12/05/20 01:10 PM #7    

Lanett Williams (Dial)

So glad we had the opportunity to gather together at our lunches these past years! I would have missed out on seeing Scott's great smile and his hugs.  Who could be near him for just a few minutes and not have the feeling that your best friend just walked in the door and that you are the happiest person in the world?  His enthusiasm for life in high school was contagious, and he remained true to that all through his life.  


12/06/20 08:28 AM #8    

Doug Steele

It's no secret why Scott had so many friends and maybe this quote by Victor Borge explains it best: "Laughter is the shortest distance between two people".  I had the good fortune to have grown up in the same neighborhood as Scott and be a part of his neighborhood gang. No one could ask for a happier youth. It seemed like life was a daily contest in our gang to see who could make the other guys laugh the most.  We attended church together,  we probably went through a Sunday School teacher every other month if not sooner. Thanks to our anticks, which of course, were led by Scott.  Thanks for the memories, buddy! - God bless,

 

 

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12/07/20 11:43 AM #9    

Kent Scott

With Scott's passing, the energy of the Heavens just went up a knotch. We have just lost one of the planet's mosT unique citizens. He made me laugh. He humbled me at the pool table at the PETER PAN POOL HALL. Imagine Scott and Phil Ward together again. Let the fun continue into the eternities. The Class of 1966 owes a lot of its luster and charisma because of SCOTT. Everyone contribute a laugh each day this week in honor of SCOTT.   


12/12/20 08:19 PM #10    

Karen Elliott

Sending a laugh his way. Recalling those brilliant teeth turning a brilliant smile our way.  anonymous 


12/14/20 11:42 AM #11    

Craig Nelson

Scott's antics could fill books and this is a great memory I have of his wit. 

Following graduation from high school and missions, several Highland High ’66 graduates served in the local 19th Special Forces, Utah National Guard unit,.  Scott Donaldson and his older brother were both in the unit and Scott, true to form, was always the farceur, incurring the wrath of our crotchety company sergeant.  While in company formation punishment was doled out in the form of 10 pushups, but as a special forces unit was allegedly elite, an extra pushup was mandated. The reprimanded soldier would be commanded by the sergeant to “drop and give me 10”, counting out loud each of the 10 pushups and then concluding with an extra pushup shouting “and one for the Airborne.” Our company sergeant’s surname was Ebell, born in Holland, emigrated to the United States as a young boy and spoke with a strong accent. It seemed Scott’s proclivity was to harass the sergeant while doing pushups so whenever pumping out 10 he would do an extra one for the windmills or the tulips or the dikes and then the Airborne. Sometimes he’d do as many as 15 pushups, always throwing out something relating to Holland.  His magisterial witticism was the day while the company stood erect in formation, he included a pushup for Sgt Ebell’s brother, Libert. Only half the unit caught on but the smiles and smirks soon erupted into outright laughter for several minutes and whatever military bearing existed previously ended abruptly. Sgt Ebell just looked clueless, completely oblivious to Scott’s subtle heckling. Every drill thereafter, Scott relished retelling his pushup dedicated to Libert Ebell.  Almost a year later at our annual summer camp as Scott with great fondness related that pushup story, one guardsman, listening to this oft told narrative, asked, “how did you know his brother’s name was Libert?”  Obviously this soldier was slow on the uptake and Scott laughed incredulously.  This began a new chapter of stories about both Libert and the fellow soldier who after a whole year of Scott’s raillery to Sgt Ebell needed an explanation.  Without question, Scott was a very special individual whose extraordinary wit was priceless. An entire book could be written about Scott's antics, but this is one story of mine that to this day, 50 years later, I still fondly remember:

 


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