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F. Howard Mayo

Portland, Oregon

1928 - 2019

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F. Howard MayoNov. 12, 1928 - March 20, 2019 Howard was born in Missoula, Mont., to Farnam and Elfa Mayo. He lived in Galt, Mo., Cardwell and Billings, Mont., before his move to Portland, Ore.Howard graduated from Butte High School in Butte, Mont., in 1946. He played on their basketball team.In...

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I appreciate his many contributions to Hoops, especially his explanations for the rules of basketball. Old School is Good School.

My grandfather was a great man I spent every summer with him from age 7 til 15 he wasn't only my grandfather but my dad and I'm going to miss him greatly. There's a big hole in my heart now that he's not here any more but I know he will be watching down over my cousin Joe sister Caitlin and l and his great grandchildren. I love and miss you Grampa/dad Love Ian Mayo

A great contributor to the game of basketball.
We will miss him!
Ken Harris, coach

USS Arnold J. Isbell

It was on the mourn
That I saw a ship a sailing
The sea was calm
Howard was young
And he was at the rail
With shipmates once again.

April 10,2019

Daddy, We love & miss you everyday, John & I promise to take wonderful care of Mommy,we knew every moment,that you always loved us.

Alice Rae, my deepest condolences. I've known Howard since I was a kid and unfortunately last spoke with him several years ago and am wishing I'd kept in better touch. He was a pal of my Dad and they had some great times together. My thoughts are with you and the family, I know you'll miss him.
Barbara Berg

Howard was a warm,personable and tremendous individual..knew him for 55 years and he was the best. Through our officiating careers he was always there for all who wanted his guidance, and perspective on Baskerball Officiating..our Friendship ran deep..RIP Mr. Mechanics

John Alderton
Palm Desert CA

Truly a horrific loss. I've known Howard for 50 years. My most memorable moment with him was explaining how I crashed his car at age 15 while dating his daughter. Our paths continue to cross as we worked together in the electrical industry, assisted with his basketball endeavors, and enjoyed our many encounters at Starbucks where he routinely held court among his friends and admirers. I can still hear him saying "remember when I found your mittens in Sun Valley?" I miss him already. He was...