I Knew Lawrence all my life and went to school with him. Everyone called him Lawrence and not Larry. He started to be called Larry by his army buddies.
He was an ambitious young man and worked very hard. Most of us kids in Morrilton worked hard, had long days and had no problem falling asleep. We all made a little money to help out. Lawrence worked at J C Penny Store in high school and was a projectionist at the downtown Rialto Theatre and the Riverview Drive Inn theater. In high school,being a member of the Future Tradesman Of America (FTA) and the Distributive Education Clubs of America (DECA), Lawrence was able to attend school half days and work the other half. Lawrence's Dad died as a result of a train injury when Lawrence was very young leaving him as well as four other siblings at home. His Mother was left to raise several kids with little or no work at bare minimum wage. For a short period he and brother Jimmy had to live at the Morrilton Southern Christian home (Old Harding College) until his Mom could bring them back home to provide for them. She was a tough hard working woman and endured a lot in her life. She loved her kids and they all loved her.!
After graduation Lawrence joined the Army, made it a career and retired with honors. His brothers Jimmy and Roger also were US Army Retirees. I had the privilege of being stationed in Hawaii with Lawrence in the 70's and with Roger in Korea in 1979-80. Lawrence enjoyed Hawaii and took up scuba diving while there. His favorite place to scuba dive was off Hanauma Bay. He and his wife and kids also enjoyed spending time at the Army Waimea bay Recreation center on the North shore. They loved the little cottages and camping right on the beach. I remember it will.
THE SOLDIERS GRAVE
BY PEARL RIVERS
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps the hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat
When morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
Its thunders from the drum.Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,Ere laid beneath this sod,
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God
I Knew Lawrence all my life and went to school with him. Everyone called him Lawrence and not Larry. He started to be called Larry by his army buddies.
He was an ambitious young man and worked very hard. Most of us kids in Morrilton worked hard, had long days and had no problem falling asleep. We all made a little money to help out. Lawrence worked at J C Penny Store in high school and was a projectionist at the downtown Rialto Theatre and the Riverview Drive Inn theater. In high school,being a member of the Future Tradesman Of America (FTA) and the Distributive Education Clubs of America (DECA), Lawrence was able to attend school half days and work the other half. Lawrence's Dad died as a result of a train injury when Lawrence was very young leaving him as well as four other siblings at home. His Mother was left to raise several kids with little or no work at bare minimum wage. For a short period he and brother Jimmy had to live at the Morrilton Southern Christian home (Old Harding College) until his Mom could bring them back home to provide for them. She was a tough hard working woman and endured a lot in her life. She loved her kids and they all loved her.!
After graduation Lawrence joined the Army, made it a career and retired with honors. His brothers Jimmy and Roger also were US Army Retirees. I had the privilege of being stationed in Hawaii with Lawrence in the 70's and with Roger in Korea in 1979-80. Lawrence enjoyed Hawaii and took up scuba diving while there. His favorite place to scuba dive was off Hanauma Bay. He and his wife and kids also enjoyed spending time at the Army Waimea bay Recreation center on the North shore. They loved the little cottages and camping right on the beach. I remember it will.
THE SOLDIERS GRAVE
BY PEARL RIVERS
Tread lightly, 'tis a soldiers grave,
A lonely, mossy mound;
And yet to hearts like mine and thine It should be holy ground.
Speak softly, let no careless laugh,
No idle, thoughtless jest,
Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps the hero in his rest.
For him no reveille will beat
When morning beams shall come;
For him, at night, no tattoo rolls
Its thunders from the drum.Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed,Ere laid beneath this sod,
His ashes to his native land,
His gallant soul to God