Kenneth Joseph Golick Sr.
February 7, 1942 – November 7, 2019
On Thursday, November 7th, 2019, Kenneth J. Golick Sr., father of 5, passed away at the age of 77 with loved ones surrounding him.
Ken was born in Cleveland, Ohio on February 7th, 1942 to John and Jennie Golick. He was a graduate of St. Edward High School, class of 1960. He loved guitar, polka music, and anything Slovenian. Ken built the K J Golick Company from the ground up and was very proud of this accomplishment. His family was the most important thing to him. Ken was preceded in death by his father, John Golick, mother, Jennie Golick, brother, Dennis Golick, and son, Kenneth Golic. He is survived by his son, John Golick (Mary Szmidt), his daughters, Susan Golick Lewis (Terrence Lewis), Sara Golick Jasper (Matt Jasper), and Jennie Golick Taylor (Eric Taylor) his partner, Linda Hudson, his grandchildren, Graci, Jackson, Nolan, Nora, Ruthie, Rusty, Piper, and Otto, and his nephew, Kevin Golick (Renee Golick) along with many other family and friends.
Friends and family may pay their respects at Corrigan funeral home on Thursday, November 14th, 2019 at 5:00pm-8:00pm. A Catholic mass will be held on Friday, November 15th, 2019 at St. Mary's Berea at 10:00am. Internment at Holy Cross Cemetery. Donations to American Lung Association in lieu of flowers.
- American Lung Association
- Calling Hours Thursday, November 14, 2019
- Catholic Mass Friday, November 15, 2019
Kenneth Joseph Golick Sr.
November 17, 2019
My Dad believed you should look a man in the eye when you shake his hand...and that handshake had better be firm. My Dad believed if you said you were going to do something, you had better do it, and do it right.
My Dad believed in the power of prayer and the daily rosary. The day he died, although he was unable to respond to us, we all sat around him and said the daily rosary. We played Ave Maria for him...and were hoping he could hear everything we did. We followed that up with some of his favorites….Neil Diamond and John Denver, and when that proved to be a little too sad...we busted out a rendition of the Beer Barrel Polka, which seemed like the perfect finish to our little tribute and trip down memory lane.
Dad, we all love you and we will always miss you. Please tell Kenny we love and miss him too. Someone very close to me told Dad that everyone was waiting for him in Heaven...and not to be scared. That seemed to calm him. Dad…..we will see you at the “party”.
November 17, 2019
If you knew my Dad, you knew that music was a big part of his life. He played the guitar in a band and it was while he was playing at my uncle’s wedding, that he met my mother in 1963. I remember he would always bring home cake for us and we looked forward to discovering the napkin wrapped cake with strangers names on it in the fridge in the morning.
He worked at Harshaw Chemical and then Aurora Pump. Since I was old enough to remember, he worked for the H.R. Bowers Co in Cleveland. Whenever Bob or Bill or “Old Man Bowers” (Russ) came over, my brothers and I would either put on a skit or I would play the violin for them for the evening’s entertainment. Eventually, he started his own company, the K.J. Golick Company, of which he was extremely proud. He was a very hard working man.
If you knew Dad, you knew he was constantly talking about and bragging about his children. There is not a waitress in Cincinnati who doesn’t know Dad had five children and eight grandchildren.
He coached all of us in sports whether it be softball, basketball, football,and even tried his hand at Indian Chief in the Indian Guides.
I remember mini jam sessions with Uncle Dennis and also Uncle Henry. I still remember getting together with band members Henry Massman and Bob Kasarda to practice before a gig.
One of the things that always comes to mind when I think of my Dad is how he could literally fix anything. If he didn’t know how to do something...he taught himself, way before there was the Internet.
One of his most favorite things to do was to go fishing. He especially loved to fish in Canada at my Grandma’s fishing lodge. I remember he would come back from the day’s adventure with a huge string of fish...walleye, small and large mouth bass, perch. He would fillet them on a wooden board, beer batter them and fry them over a bon fire. After the fire died down, we would lie on a blanket,outstretched side by side in a field and he would give us pennies for each shooting star we saw.
November 14, 2019
Being Slovenian, Ken loved everything Slovenian. He played Slovenian polkas at gatherings and band jobs. His Slovenian father John and mother Jennie's parents helped create a community in Cleveland by helping other Slovenians move to the United States from Slovenia back when there were only 2 houses on a large empty plot of land where his grandfather and father as a boy raised rabbits to sell. It is now a neighborhood filled with houses, and once a Slovenian neighborhood formed by the help of his Parents families, both fathers side Golick and mothers side Pozelnik.
Ken was Thoughtful, Frugal, yet Generous. Worthy lessons that reflect in all his five children. It may not have been said, but it is now. The merit and quality of an entity is reflected in their children.
If you would like to meet Ken? Pay a visit to his children.
Ken moved to Cincinnati Ohio in the mid 1980's to start the now successful KJGolick Company which he worked tirelessly to provide for his children and his family. He was a loving, strong, giving father who led by example and conviction, striving towards principles worth attaining. "Keep Jesus in your heart and do what Jesus would do." Ken touched many lives for the better. He will be deeply missed. May we all strive for the teaching of love that is freely given.
November 14, 2019
Ken was a loving father, grandfather and uncle with a great sense of humor with a deep love of and for his family and his five children. He was a devout practicing Catholic that never missed a week of attending Mass or Holy days.
Finding the time, Ken coached and taught all of his children in sports and countless other children that were on the numerous teams he coached in Cleveland and Cincinnati close to a decade. A lover of baseball, he fondly reminisced and happily exclaimed he once pitched a no hitter as a young man. The red number 16 jersey still intact.
Ken followed the Cleveland teams, the Tribe, Browns and Cavs even though moving his residence to Cincinnati. The family having strong binds to Cleveland and it's community and in particular their sports teams holding deep meaning in their connection to each other and their lives, one being his Mother Jennie becoming vision impaired in mid life, and her listening to the Tribe games on the radio whenever one would come visit.
Ken was an Alumni of St Edwards High School and followed and supported the St. Edward Eagles since attending and graduating in 1960, attending reunions every chance he had and telling his children all the great friends he gets to spend time with.
Ken was an avid fisherman as his Father John before him and taught his children the joy of the outdoors and fishing.
Ken was a skilled musician, talented guitar player, and vocalist who taught his children the gift of music. He played in many bands. He played from small sit downs with his brother Dennis to gigs with some of his life long friends, one of which, his children call Uncle Henry to this day.
Patricia Reddy Doran
November 11, 2019
Ken and I went to school together from kindergarten at Longmead School beginning in 1947 through 8th grade at Annunciation, 1956. We were not friends until about 20+ years ago when we reconnected thanks to classmates.com. Ken's amazing memory was able to recall so many special details of our childhood classmates and situations. I treasure those memories he shared. We had our favorite memories we often repeated. One special memory he recalled for me more than a few times was when Sr. Mary Therese, our 8th-grade teacher/school principal was called out of the room. Ken decided he was either too hot or too cold (I cannot recall), but he took the pole with a hook to open and close the transom windows. Well, Ken was a bit enthusiastic with the pole and punched a hole through the glass. He was standing there with broken glass around his feet and the pole in his hand as Sister Mary Therese walked back into the classroom. Not a sound was heard in the classroom. We waited to see what would happen. It was like a scene in an "after school special." It was one of the few times in his life that his glibness couldn't get him out of the unavoidable encounter Sr. Mary Therese. I will miss him and his stories, but I know he is watching over and interceding with Mother Mary and her son, Jesus, for all who loved him and for all whom he loved. He would want us to pray the Rosary and pray for each other.
November 11, 2019
Dad loved with his whole heart. He loved his family more than anything in the world. I miss him so much already. He was the best coach and dad anyone could ask for. I love you, Dad!