Mel was my friend. We worked together since we got out of Grad School. I owned a house across the alley from Mel. He actually put a basketball court that was attached to his house...I watched them build it...He was a dedicated Therapist....I think some of his patients are still looking for him. And we lived about 4 blocks from each other....God Bless...
Mel's grandfather connected us in Cleveland in the 60's when Mel was playing basketball at Wisconsin (Stout) State and I was playing for Howard University in Washington, DC. We spent summer evenings together as I'd pick Mel up in my Volkswagon bug (how he got in I never figured out) and we traveled around Cleveland looking for pickup games. Usually, once we took the court we never lost thanks to Mel. He was a great gentleman who would always send me his quarterly newsletter on clinical psychology subjects that I never understood. I told him that, but he would laugh and send them anyway. He loved Cleveland and was a dear friend. RIP my friend...
Mel and I worked together at the state of Minnesota when we got out of Grad school.....Mel also lived a few blocks from me and I owned a property across the alley from his home. I watched the gym in his back yard being built. I also worked with Mel at Hennepin county for many years where he was a therapist. After he retired from the county he ran a private practice at the Sabathani community center where his clients are probably still looking for him. A very good friend.
I met Mel at one of our Family Reunions years ago after that meeting we would message each other call each other he would often ask for updated photo of family members he loved family and would always ask about my husband and children by name. I will miss those conversations and his newsletters and survey’s he would send showing some of his work..... Your Cousin Gert.
I have many excellent memories of Melvin "Moose" Coleman. (Don't ask me where the nickname came from. I have no idea.) He was my cousin. My Grandmother gave him the name "Moose the Goose". I later shortened it to Mr. Goose whenever I'd call him or write him. I grew up in the downstairs apartment with my Grandmother and Melvin lived upstairs with his Mother, Neda. We had a lot of fun shooting the "pill" (basketball to you youngsters who don't know.) I could never beat him until one day he came home (to Cleveland) after being away for some years establishing his Psychology Practice in Minneapolis. Unknown to him, I had improved my game tremendously. When we first started our traditional 1 on 1 (at Cleveland State's old Convocation Center) before he knew it I was up on him by a score of about 18 to 2 with jumpers and all kinds of trick layup shots I had developed. He then started to seriously defend me, so scores were EXTREMELY hard to come by after that. But I managed to muster enough points to beat him to 32 to 28. Needless to say I didn't beat him again that day or any other times he came home. From that point on it was Melvin 32, Dan 10 or 6. But I NEVER let him forget that I beat Stout State's Hall of Famer and NBA draftee THAT 1 TIME. That was the highlight of my non-basketball career. We didn't talk that much over the past 10 years or so but I can't forget all the good times we had throughout our lives. My heartfelt condolences go out to all of his children and our relatives. May he rest in Eternal Peace until we meet again for another 1 on 1 in the sky.
Will miss his attitude of compassion and helping efforts for our shared patients and his sense of caring about everyone, in general. His funny chuckle and collaborative conversation will be missed.