Larry was everything that I read in the guest book remarks. Quiet, intelligent,quick-witted, a great pilot, a true hero. He will be missed. I'm glad I knew him.
To Kelsey and family. I am so terribly sorry to hear of Larry's passing. He was one of my favorite "characters" in the 1st SOS flying the Skyraider. His quiet professionalism was something we all admired. He was and is, a true American hero.
So Sorry to hear about Larry. I am the wife of a distant relative of Larry's. My husband's mother was Lelda Patton Holloway. We also live in Washington. We live in Wapato, near Yakima. Jeremiah G. (Juri) Highfill was Lelda's grandfather.
So sad to hear of your loss. Prayers to whole family. Love, Sally Attwood
What can I say about a 65 year friendship? Maybe a couple of stories that you and the girls have not heard before about Larry.
I met Larry in the first grade ... what were we 5-6 years old? Mrs Burns, Mrs Hopper, Mrs. Chenoweth, Mrs. Yauk ... we grew and learned together (how to get into trouble with each teacher. Ha! Ha!). I think we were about 11-12 and it was time for the “end of school picnic” ... remember those? Larry and I decided that we would hike out to Boiling Springs the day before the picnic and spend the night in order to be the first ones there the next morning. We got out there the evening before and found a nice spot with a fire pit along the north side of the road going through the park. No camping gear at all, just a couple sandwiches to eat, we got a fire going and huddled up to keep warm. Around midnight a couple of cars drove slowly past. We could tell they were teenagers by the music coming out of the windows with the laughter. They turned around and came back going a little faster. All of a sudden we were being bombarded with eggs. We weren't directly hit, but the splatters got all over us. It dried up before dawn and wasn't too noticeable at the picnic. Only the teachers noticed. Ha! Ha!
Larry and I spent those 12 school years in Mooreland. After graduation we roomed together at college (Stillwater) ... the first year in the dorm ... the second year in the basement of a rented home. Our “room” was in the corner of the basement with the other two walls made of plywood. We could barely fit 2 cots and 2 dressers in it.
Larry was Best Man at our wedding. One of our first meals that Yvonne cooked was chicken and noodles and we invited Larry over to help eat them. We really tried, but the noodles were less-than-perfect, i.e, tough as old shoe leather, and we just couldn't get them down. Okay ... let's go buy hamburgers! Ha! Ha! (Yes, Yvonne has since learned how to make perfect noodles.)
Larry and I were in ROTC together, graduated, and joined the USAF. The Air Force took us down different paths and I lost track of where Larry was and what he was doing for a few years. I flew F-4s in Vietnam for a couple tours.
This was a very strange incident that happend on the first tour. During one mission, I took another small arms hit in the belly of the aircraft and had to land at NKP. Maintenance said it would take a least a day or two to fix it. I was just happy to be on the ground in one piece and I needed a drink. One of the Intell guys pointed me toward the Officer's Club. As I walked in the door, I stopped to let my eyes adjust to the dimly lit area. A little Thai girl (waitress?) materialized from the shadows and she immediately raised her right arm, finger pointing to the dining area and said, “Your friend is waiting for you in there.” This was my first time at NKP ... didn't know my way around ... didn't know anyone ... and my mind was asking “What's she talking about? It's the middle of the afternoon ... everyone was out flying missions ... there wasn't even anyone sitting in there.” But I went on it anyway still trying to figure it out. Over in one corner was a lone figure sitting at a table, the only one in the room, so I headed that way. The closer I got the more familiar he seemed. OMG! It was LARRY! How did that little Thai girl know? Larry was just as surprised as I was. Very eerie, mysterious ... Anyway we had a great time “catching up”.
I hope that Larry has told the grandkids the story of his ejection and the night his hair turned white evading the VC. It's an amazing story.
Larry has touched so many lives ... he certainly has mine. Kelsey, you and I have already had discussions about religion and you know that I believe I'll see Larry again sometime. He will live on in our memories and he will be missed ... until then.