Larry Goldman Obituary

1951 - 2015 Lawrence Drew Goldman, 64, a loving husband and father, passed away peacefully October 18, following a lengthy illness. Goldman, born in The Bronx, NY in 1951, was a well-respected veteran public relations executive, who was instrumental in launching many careers. He began his professional career as a page at NBC, NY for Johnny Carson's "Tonight Show." He moved to Los Angeles in the early 1970's and his first job in public relations was at Jay Bernstein Public Relations. It was there that he met and later married the love of his life, Meryl Moss. The couple, married in 1977 and had two children - Michael, and Carrie. Following Bernstein, Goldman joined the firm of Stan Rosenfield & Associates where he was made a partner under the Rosenfield/Goldman banner. Goldman left Rosenfield/Goldman to become a founder in the firm of Bender Goldman Helper. In 2000, Goldman joined the Entertainment Division of Hill & Knowlton, prior to serving as a public relations consultant for LMNO Productions. Goldman, who cherished the time he spent with his family and friends, was best known for his honesty and outstanding sense of humor. When he told someone he would help, he always kept his word and helped many. Goldman was perhaps the greatest Yankee fan ever, and became a fixture at third base for many years while playing softball for New World Pictures in the Entertainment League. Besides his wife, son & daughter, survivors include his brother-in-law Randy Moss (Rose), sister-in-law Leslie Cohen (Marc), several nieces and nephews, whom he adored, as well as his many friends and his beloved dog Jeter. Services and internment will be at 1pm, Tuesday, October 20, at Eden Memorial Park, 11500 Sepulveda Boulevard, Mission Hills. The family has requested that donations be made to the UCLA Glioblastoma Cancer Research Department.

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Published by Los Angeles Times on Oct. 20, 2015.

Memories and Condolences
for Larry Goldman

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Michael Abrams

November 1, 2021

Growing up in the central Bronx afforded kids so many things, everything really. Looking back now seems nostalgic however life then, (baby boomers) and there (Pelham Parkway) was anything but provincial. The neighborhood had candy stores that were like miniature department stores where you could buy comic books and baseball cards, school supplies and egg creams, and the staple of so many young boys, the Spaldeen.
The rubber ball ruled. Primarily made by Spalding, (for some reason all kids called them Spaldines [or Spaldeens]), you were never without one to play stickball, off-the-stoop, off-the-bench, slapball, punchball, box baseball, hit-the-penny, or to simply have a catch. We all kept one handy in the back pocket of our dungarees, forming a worn circle.
There were delicatessens both Italian and Jewish, everyone had several pizza parlors to favor, three movie theaters one could walk to, the late night visits to White Castle, the old Carvel stand with the tall ice cream cone on its roof at Boston Road and Mace Avenue, all the mom and pop stores that lined White Plains Road and Allerton and Lydig Avenues as well as Williamsbridge Road and the aforementioned Boston Road, and the mass of children, contemporaries born of returning World War Two veterans and their wives who all were eager to sample the cornucopia of wares expendable incomes could purchase.
Those parents urged their offspring to get outside and play, never needing to be concerned for our welfare because there were so many of us, safety in numbers. Growing up in the projects there were over a thousand kids on just on my square block alone, and circles of friends were formed, often a few of them, yet the core ones created friendships that would go on to last a lifetime, and as we shared our childhoods and adolescences into young adulthood, and eventually as we scattered as adults, the friendships remained, and despite the time and distance between us those bonds, those ties that bind, while sometimes stretched were never broken.
Larry was a part of that.
The buildings we lived in and its tentacles led us to the schoolyard where those friendship bonds were forged. Aside from our apartments we spent more time there than any other place. It defined who we became as much as family did, and in fact friends became family.
Larry was part of that as well.
When we look back at the photographs we see our young, fresh faces bursting with the exuberance, and all the possibilities still in front of us, yet now, like all generations that have preceded us, we mourn the ones we have lost although we´ve lost relatively few of our "family", but of course as we age the number grows, and the accompanying sadness diminishes us and mortality becomes an issue. Larry is gone way, way, way too soon. When those of us who knew him growing up, our paths having crossed from living in 2344 Boston Road and school at Whalen junior high 135 and high school and beyond, we reminisce and like any group of old friends. The stories unfold and their details are debated and our Bronx shtick is born revamped and we laugh and become teary-eyed and our hearts lay heavy when we acknowledge the losses, and when Larry is the focus, to some more than others as is part of the dynamic we lived in, we recall more of the silly moments, the ones that defined our personalities as much as seminal ones. They all were part of who we were and who became.
On the anniversary of his passing memorials such as this bring out both the joys and the tears, but with Larry those tears don´t sting because they are tears of joy for the memories we still hold and share.

Larry Posner

October 15, 2021

I loved that guy! He could be direct, reassuring, helpful, and loyal. Here comes my story for 2021. We were in gym class together in high school where in this particular class, we had a period of a variety of options to choose (basketball, volleyball, etc.) Larry was definitely one of our better athletes and with perfect form and grace. While playing, a ping pong ball rolled over to me from a short distance. I bent down and picked it up to toss it to the ping pong players and in so doing, my gym shorts split down the back. I can
remember his infectious laugh and my embarrassment. Larry calmed me by accompanying me to the gym teacher's office where he found needle and thread and sewed them up while I was hiding from view in my underwear. Is that a friend? We laughed about that story often. One other thought. I was always jealous of his perfect hair and the fact that he was better looking than me. I miss him!

Lori Kulstad

November 21, 2020

Meryl, I believe I saw you yesterday in the OC. I would have liked to say hello to you.
I'm so very sorry for your loss.
I also lost my soulmate to cancer in 2013.
So amazing to see the little girl that I watched all grown up.
Peace and sympathy to you.

Lori

Lori Kulstad

November 21, 2020

I met Larry over 30 years ago. The
Goldman family and I were neighbors in Tarzana, California.
I'm very sorry to hear of his passing.
My sincere sympathy to his family.
Lori Fischer Kouhi Kulstad Jones.

October 26, 2015

Very sad!!

Larry and I both graduated from Columbus High School in 1969. We had many classes together, played basketball (we were both guards so almost always "guarded' each other) and football every chance we could and were both raving NY Knicks and Yankee fans.
Although we lost touch when he moved to California, we re-connected via Facebook.

Death has a way of making you face up to your mortality. Seeing in your mind's-eye that running picture of your life and all the high-points and pain-points that made you the person that you are today. Larry shared with me, many of those Bronx days. I for one, smile at his memory and am truly saddened when someone so young passes away so early.

RIP Larry.

Barbra Zuanich-Friedman

October 21, 2015

Gone way too soon! A great guy, a noted and respected publicist but mainly a wonderful man whom I've known since he first went to work at Jay Bernstein's place on Sunset. He was a good friend and a good-humored and bright gentleman. Rest in peace, Larry.

Michael Abrams

October 20, 2015

A loss is always diminishing, especially someone who is part of your coming of age, your adolescence, your emergence into adulthood, one of your guys. It is so terribly sad. My goodness.
There was a ton of time spent together, numerous hangs, poker games, a slice and a Coke, conversations and practically living in the schoolyard spent playing 3-man hoops, stickball and two-hand touch football. He was a nice guy and way too young to go. And so all I can say here is RIP Larry.

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