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Born: October 4, 1942
Died: September 26, 1987 in Detroit Michigan
Education:
B.A. in History- University of Arizona 1964
M.A. in History- University of Arizona 1965
Ph.D in Southwest U.S. History- Texas Christian University
Larry worked as a Professor in 7 different Universities.
He published numerous books on Southwest American history. His last book was written while living in Cairo, Egypt. Entitled: "The American University in Cairo" It was
published in 1987. While attending a black tie dinner commemorating the publication of this book, he suffered and died from an acute asthma attack at the age of 45 years.
He loved teaching history and also was very involved in starting Adult Education programs in the Universities. He started such a program at the University of Pacific in Stockton.
Larry was an Eagle Scout and loved the out of doors. He was always ready for a new adventure. He fully lived his years!
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Paul Trujillo
Another nice guy who left us too soon. Larry always had a smile on his face and a glitter in his eye -
sort of, "I know where the pot of gold is, but I'm not going to tell you where." Rest in peace.
Edward "Ned" Engle
Larry was the toughest guy I knew in high school. He was very short and skinny and suffered terribly from asthma, yet at Boy Scout camp he would strap on the heaviest pack, take a hit from his inhaler, and trudge off to the next lake without complaint, ever. And you never wanted to anger him--he had some very creative rabbit punches and pinches and a piercing shriek. Very popular for his grit, his humor, his father's part-ownership of The Ground Cow in Lincoln on the way up to camp, and his trick of rolling his eyes back into the sockets so that all you saw were two white eerie eyeballs. I have wonderful memories of "Murph."
I never saw him after high school, but I heard he excelled in his medical research career after earning a PhD. I believe he died about 20 years ago from complications from his asthma.
Robert Towne
I can remember as a Scout hiking with Larry along Cache Creek on a trail with a steep drop-off. Larry slipped, and the only thing he could grab to save himself was a poison oak bush - which worked. The rest of us were relieved that he was safe, yet worried that he was going to be tortured with the poison oak itch. Larry told us, "I don't get poison oak." And he didn't.