Larry was one of the good guys with a big heart and a kind word for everyone. He was blessed with an incredible artistic talent that will live on in his work. Our thoughts and prayers are with his family as they go through this most difficult time. Roger and Anita (Class of 60)
I remember being at the plate with left handed Larry firing a bullet fastball by me. It was amazing speed and one I could not hit because my bat never got going. Great guy and fun to be around. Miss you Larry. My heart goes out to his family and friends.
Larry was a pitcher, a left handed pitcher with a great arm and even better stuff. But his "stuff" abandoned him during the regional and sectinal playoffs of 1963. I never heard him complain, whine or blame anyone but himself, although I am sure that his failures gnawed at him as my own futility with a bat did me. That was Larry Womack.
We skipped nearly 50 years between 1963 and one of the class get-togethers, where we sipped some brew and relived some of our better days. He hadn't changed at all, he was still friendly and his distinctive laugh filled the evening. We discovered, along with Gary Obst, that we loved the blues and all three of us had listened to Big John R on WLAC in Nashville, Tennessee when we were teenagers. The blues then were another bond between us.
My wife and I visited him several times at the Pendleton Art Center where his amazing and prodigious talent as an artist overwhelmed me. Most of his paintings were realistic, photographic, so real that you could lose yourself in them, stepping out of your own reality and into the world of art he created.
Larry and I were not what you would call big buddies, just friendly and at ease with one another whenever we had the chance to meet. Because of that I will miss seeing him for now, but I am sure I will see him again.
('60) Roger McHugh
Larry was one of the good guys with a big heart and a kind word for everyone. He was blessed with an incredible artistic talent that will live on in his work. Our thoughts and prayers are with his family as they go through this most difficult time. Roger and Anita (Class of 60)
Richard Curless
I remember being at the plate with left handed Larry firing a bullet fastball by me. It was amazing speed and one I could not hit because my bat never got going. Great guy and fun to be around. Miss you Larry. My heart goes out to his family and friends.
Loren Schumacher
Larry was a pitcher, a left handed pitcher with a great arm and even better stuff. But his "stuff" abandoned him during the regional and sectinal playoffs of 1963. I never heard him complain, whine or blame anyone but himself, although I am sure that his failures gnawed at him as my own futility with a bat did me. That was Larry Womack.
We skipped nearly 50 years between 1963 and one of the class get-togethers, where we sipped some brew and relived some of our better days. He hadn't changed at all, he was still friendly and his distinctive laugh filled the evening. We discovered, along with Gary Obst, that we loved the blues and all three of us had listened to Big John R on WLAC in Nashville, Tennessee when we were teenagers. The blues then were another bond between us.
My wife and I visited him several times at the Pendleton Art Center where his amazing and prodigious talent as an artist overwhelmed me. Most of his paintings were realistic, photographic, so real that you could lose yourself in them, stepping out of your own reality and into the world of art he created.
Larry and I were not what you would call big buddies, just friendly and at ease with one another whenever we had the chance to meet. Because of that I will miss seeing him for now, but I am sure I will see him again.
My very best to his family and friends.
Rest in Peace, Lefty.