Larry Mooney was born at the old St. Joseph Hospital on Southwest Second St. in Lexington, KY. I never knew anyone who didn't love Larry- he was just that type of human being. He was everyone's friend, and went on his quiet way, always trying to make people smile or laugh with his very unique sense of humor. If all else failed he would break out his duck voice, which, to me, sounded like Donald Duck's nephews, Huey, Dewey, and Louie. This tactic never failed- especially with the ladies.
He worked at St. Joseph Hospital for forty-four years. He started in housekeeping the morning after his graduation from Tates Creek High School in 1967.
After some "prompting. . . " he then attended Lexington Technical Institute where he earned his degree in respiratory therapy, which eventually led to his promotion to the Director of the Pulmonary Lab of St. Joseph Hospital for many years. He once told me that he'd been at St. Joe's so long that he was going to "buy St. Joe- change the name- and put a huge, flashing, neon sign on top of the building which would read: "LARRY'S Hospital." Can you picture THAT at the corner of Harrodsburg Road and Waller Avenue in Lexington. . . Oh, my goodness- what would the bluebloods think?
In high school, he played bass guitar in a band called "The Talismen." The Talismen once shut out the most prolific band from this area, in a battle of the bands. Sadly, after high school, in this work-a-day world, each member went his separate way to pursue higher learning or to get a "real" job.
To use Larry's own words: he (has) "two wonderful children- a daughter, and a son." He loved both dearly and was so very proud of them. He also made sure his mother had a home with him in her waning years- Larry wouldn't've had it any other way.
A congenitally-damaged heart and poor health choices led to his early death. He lived only two weeks after his retirement due to ill health. I believe Larry truly died from a lonely, grieving heart. Larry now resides in "the beautiful city." He is dearly missed by all who knew and loved him. On a personal note, and I never knew this until I lost someone so very beloved, there is a void in my spirit, an emptiness which will only become whole again when I behold him once more.
John 6:37 KJV "All that the Father giveth me shall come to me, and him that cometh to me I will in NO wise cast out."
He worked at St. Joseph Hospital for forty-four years. He started in housekeeping the morning after his graduation from Tates Creek High School in 1967.
After some "prompting. . . " he then attended Lexington Technical Institute where he earned his degree in respiratory therapy, which eventually led to his promotion to the Director of the Pulmonary Lab of St. Joseph Hospital for many years. He once told me that he'd been at St. Joe's so long that he was going to "buy St. Joe- change the name- and put a huge, flashing, neon sign on top of the building which would read: "LARRY'S Hospital." Can you picture THAT at the corner of Harrodsburg Road and Waller Avenue in Lexington. . . Oh, my goodness- what would the bluebloods think?
In high school, he played bass guitar in a band called "The Talismen." The Talismen once shut out the most prolific band from this area, in a battle of the bands. Sadly, after high school, in this work-a-day world, each member went his separate way to pursue higher learning or to get a "real" job.
To use Larry's own words: he (has) "two wonderful children- a daughter, and a son." He loved both dearly and was so very proud of them. He also made sure his mother had a home with him in her waning years- Larry wouldn't've had it any other way.
A congenitally-damaged heart and poor health choices led to his early death. He lived only two weeks after his retirement due to ill health. I believe Larry truly died from a lonely, grieving heart. Larry now resides in "the beautiful city." He is dearly missed by all who knew and loved him. On a personal note, and I never knew this until I lost someone so very beloved, there is a void in my spirit, an emptiness which will only become whole again when I behold him once more.
John 6:37 KJV "All that the Father giveth me shall come to me, and him that cometh to me I will in NO wise cast out."
Larry Mooney was born at the old St. Joseph Hospital on Southwest Second St. in Lexington, KY. I never knew anyone who didn't love Larry- he was just that type of human being. He was everyone's friend, and went on his quiet way, always trying to make people smile or laugh with his very unique sense of humor. If all else failed he would break out his duck voice, which, to me, sounded like Donald Duck's nephews, Huey, Dewey, and Louie. This tactic never failed- especially with the ladies.
He worked at St. Joseph Hospital for forty-four years. He started in housekeeping the morning after his graduation from Tates Creek High School in 1967.
After some "prompting. . . " he then attended Lexington Technical Institute where he earned his degree in respiratory therapy, which eventually led to his promotion to the Director of the Pulmonary Lab of St. Joseph Hospital for many years. He once told me that he'd been at St. Joe's so long that he was going to "buy St. Joe- change the name- and put a huge, flashing, neon sign on top of the building which would read: "LARRY'S Hospital." Can you picture THAT at the corner of Harrodsburg Road and Waller Avenue in Lexington. . . Oh, my goodness- what would the bluebloods think?
In high school, he played bass guitar in a band called "The Talismen." The Talismen once shut out the most prolific band from this area, in a battle of the bands. Sadly, after high school, in this work-a-day world, each member went his separate way to pursue higher learning or to get a "real" job.
To use Larry's own words: he (has) "two wonderful children- a daughter, and a son." He loved both dearly and was so very proud of them. He also made sure his mother had a home with him in her waning years- Larry wouldn't've had it any other way.
A congenitally-damaged heart and poor health choices led to his early death. He lived only two weeks after his retirement due to ill health. I believe Larry truly died from a lonely, grieving heart. Larry now resides in "the beautiful city." He is dearly missed by all who knew and loved him. On a personal note, and I never knew this until I lost someone so very beloved, there is a void in my spirit, an emptiness which will only become whole again when I behold him once more.
John 6:37 KJV "All that the Father giveth me shall come to me, and him that cometh to me I will in NO wise cast out."
He worked at St. Joseph Hospital for forty-four years. He started in housekeeping the morning after his graduation from Tates Creek High School in 1967.
After some "prompting. . . " he then attended Lexington Technical Institute where he earned his degree in respiratory therapy, which eventually led to his promotion to the Director of the Pulmonary Lab of St. Joseph Hospital for many years. He once told me that he'd been at St. Joe's so long that he was going to "buy St. Joe- change the name- and put a huge, flashing, neon sign on top of the building which would read: "LARRY'S Hospital." Can you picture THAT at the corner of Harrodsburg Road and Waller Avenue in Lexington. . . Oh, my goodness- what would the bluebloods think?
In high school, he played bass guitar in a band called "The Talismen." The Talismen once shut out the most prolific band from this area, in a battle of the bands. Sadly, after high school, in this work-a-day world, each member went his separate way to pursue higher learning or to get a "real" job.
To use Larry's own words: he (has) "two wonderful children- a daughter, and a son." He loved both dearly and was so very proud of them. He also made sure his mother had a home with him in her waning years- Larry wouldn't've had it any other way.
A congenitally-damaged heart and poor health choices led to his early death. He lived only two weeks after his retirement due to ill health. I believe Larry truly died from a lonely, grieving heart. Larry now resides in "the beautiful city." He is dearly missed by all who knew and loved him. On a personal note, and I never knew this until I lost someone so very beloved, there is a void in my spirit, an emptiness which will only become whole again when I behold him once more.
John 6:37 KJV "All that the Father giveth me shall come to me, and him that cometh to me I will in NO wise cast out."
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My gratitude to my brother-in-law Mike Harding for helping me include the photos.
