Grandfather, father, friend.
Son of Robert and Juanita Lewis, born on June 9, 1944 at Columbia Army Air Base in the state of South Carolina, U.S.A. They returned to Nashville, Tennessee, where he was raised. Two siblings followed.
(My grandparents married in December of 1943. I did the math, I wonder if my dad ever did? Either way, my dad was a strict older brother to his sisters and even more strict as a parent.)
'Nashville' (his nickname given to him by his friend, Mad-Dog) was a hard worker and always followed through in his endeavors. He taught me the value of hard work, the need for a good attitude and to "get busy living". He taught me how to live with frugality. Every meal we ate was made from scratch. Our vacations were tent camping trips and I wouldn't trade the memories for anything. One of the above pictures is from a camping trip where as a single parent, he took his daughters and their best (female) friends camping in gold-rush country. Throughout his lifetime, he was old-school in many ways, but he found balance having sisters and daughters. He was not easily intimidated.
One memory exemplifying his lack of intimidation was when he was awakened in the middle of the night to the sounds of fighting. Living in a duplex, his bedroom shared a wall with the landlord, who was being beaten up by two men. My dad always kept a baseball bat by the door. He went next door and the landlord never had another problem with anyone. Our landlord never raised the rent after that incident. I on the other hand, asked if we could get a dishwasher-machine in our rental. His response was, "Why? I have one." He was referring to me.
In his free time, Larry enjoyed athletics, as a participant and spectator, and live music. He was most at home picking up a basketball game near the beach. He also enjoyed swimming, diving, snorkeling, windsurfing; playing football and racquetball, and running until his knees could no longer take it. I repeatedly tried to get him to use hiking sticks for a few years prior to his death, eventually getting him a cane which he refused to use. Each time I tried to talk to him about assistance, his response was thank you, but I'm not ready for that yet.
He was his own person. He did what he had to do. He wasn't perfect and was the first to say so. I learned honesty from him. People either loved him or hated him.
He is dearly missed by many!!!
♧
'Like a hick'ry cog
In the old mill wheel
He did his part
As his turn came 'round.'
Son of Robert and Juanita Lewis, born on June 9, 1944 at Columbia Army Air Base in the state of South Carolina, U.S.A. They returned to Nashville, Tennessee, where he was raised. Two siblings followed.
(My grandparents married in December of 1943. I did the math, I wonder if my dad ever did? Either way, my dad was a strict older brother to his sisters and even more strict as a parent.)
'Nashville' (his nickname given to him by his friend, Mad-Dog) was a hard worker and always followed through in his endeavors. He taught me the value of hard work, the need for a good attitude and to "get busy living". He taught me how to live with frugality. Every meal we ate was made from scratch. Our vacations were tent camping trips and I wouldn't trade the memories for anything. One of the above pictures is from a camping trip where as a single parent, he took his daughters and their best (female) friends camping in gold-rush country. Throughout his lifetime, he was old-school in many ways, but he found balance having sisters and daughters. He was not easily intimidated.
One memory exemplifying his lack of intimidation was when he was awakened in the middle of the night to the sounds of fighting. Living in a duplex, his bedroom shared a wall with the landlord, who was being beaten up by two men. My dad always kept a baseball bat by the door. He went next door and the landlord never had another problem with anyone. Our landlord never raised the rent after that incident. I on the other hand, asked if we could get a dishwasher-machine in our rental. His response was, "Why? I have one." He was referring to me.
In his free time, Larry enjoyed athletics, as a participant and spectator, and live music. He was most at home picking up a basketball game near the beach. He also enjoyed swimming, diving, snorkeling, windsurfing; playing football and racquetball, and running until his knees could no longer take it. I repeatedly tried to get him to use hiking sticks for a few years prior to his death, eventually getting him a cane which he refused to use. Each time I tried to talk to him about assistance, his response was thank you, but I'm not ready for that yet.
He was his own person. He did what he had to do. He wasn't perfect and was the first to say so. I learned honesty from him. People either loved him or hated him.
He is dearly missed by many!!!
♧
'Like a hick'ry cog
In the old mill wheel
He did his part
As his turn came 'round.'
Grandfather, father, friend.
Son of Robert and Juanita Lewis, born on June 9, 1944 at Columbia Army Air Base in the state of South Carolina, U.S.A. They returned to Nashville, Tennessee, where he was raised. Two siblings followed.
(My grandparents married in December of 1943. I did the math, I wonder if my dad ever did? Either way, my dad was a strict older brother to his sisters and even more strict as a parent.)
'Nashville' (his nickname given to him by his friend, Mad-Dog) was a hard worker and always followed through in his endeavors. He taught me the value of hard work, the need for a good attitude and to "get busy living". He taught me how to live with frugality. Every meal we ate was made from scratch. Our vacations were tent camping trips and I wouldn't trade the memories for anything. One of the above pictures is from a camping trip where as a single parent, he took his daughters and their best (female) friends camping in gold-rush country. Throughout his lifetime, he was old-school in many ways, but he found balance having sisters and daughters. He was not easily intimidated.
One memory exemplifying his lack of intimidation was when he was awakened in the middle of the night to the sounds of fighting. Living in a duplex, his bedroom shared a wall with the landlord, who was being beaten up by two men. My dad always kept a baseball bat by the door. He went next door and the landlord never had another problem with anyone. Our landlord never raised the rent after that incident. I on the other hand, asked if we could get a dishwasher-machine in our rental. His response was, "Why? I have one." He was referring to me.
In his free time, Larry enjoyed athletics, as a participant and spectator, and live music. He was most at home picking up a basketball game near the beach. He also enjoyed swimming, diving, snorkeling, windsurfing; playing football and racquetball, and running until his knees could no longer take it. I repeatedly tried to get him to use hiking sticks for a few years prior to his death, eventually getting him a cane which he refused to use. Each time I tried to talk to him about assistance, his response was thank you, but I'm not ready for that yet.
He was his own person. He did what he had to do. He wasn't perfect and was the first to say so. I learned honesty from him. People either loved him or hated him.
He is dearly missed by many!!!
♧
'Like a hick'ry cog
In the old mill wheel
He did his part
As his turn came 'round.'
Son of Robert and Juanita Lewis, born on June 9, 1944 at Columbia Army Air Base in the state of South Carolina, U.S.A. They returned to Nashville, Tennessee, where he was raised. Two siblings followed.
(My grandparents married in December of 1943. I did the math, I wonder if my dad ever did? Either way, my dad was a strict older brother to his sisters and even more strict as a parent.)
'Nashville' (his nickname given to him by his friend, Mad-Dog) was a hard worker and always followed through in his endeavors. He taught me the value of hard work, the need for a good attitude and to "get busy living". He taught me how to live with frugality. Every meal we ate was made from scratch. Our vacations were tent camping trips and I wouldn't trade the memories for anything. One of the above pictures is from a camping trip where as a single parent, he took his daughters and their best (female) friends camping in gold-rush country. Throughout his lifetime, he was old-school in many ways, but he found balance having sisters and daughters. He was not easily intimidated.
One memory exemplifying his lack of intimidation was when he was awakened in the middle of the night to the sounds of fighting. Living in a duplex, his bedroom shared a wall with the landlord, who was being beaten up by two men. My dad always kept a baseball bat by the door. He went next door and the landlord never had another problem with anyone. Our landlord never raised the rent after that incident. I on the other hand, asked if we could get a dishwasher-machine in our rental. His response was, "Why? I have one." He was referring to me.
In his free time, Larry enjoyed athletics, as a participant and spectator, and live music. He was most at home picking up a basketball game near the beach. He also enjoyed swimming, diving, snorkeling, windsurfing; playing football and racquetball, and running until his knees could no longer take it. I repeatedly tried to get him to use hiking sticks for a few years prior to his death, eventually getting him a cane which he refused to use. Each time I tried to talk to him about assistance, his response was thank you, but I'm not ready for that yet.
He was his own person. He did what he had to do. He wasn't perfect and was the first to say so. I learned honesty from him. People either loved him or hated him.
He is dearly missed by many!!!
♧
'Like a hick'ry cog
In the old mill wheel
He did his part
As his turn came 'round.'
Gravesite Details
cremated
