Julie Hill
Larry was my uncle, so I remember him from sporadic visits throughout the years.
When I was 18, my grandmother called and asked me if I would accompany her on her trip to Germany to visit her son, Larry. That sounded like a fabulous vacation, so I went with “Gram” to Germany in September 1978.
Larry and Lynn seemed to absorb Gram and I as if it were nothing. We did wine tasting, site seeing, shopping, and to cap it all off, Larry and Lynn threw a Going Away Party for Gram and I! That’s where I met my husband, Darrell Hill.
My favorite memory of Larry is when Darrell brought me back to the Stunkard quarters after our first date. There we were, Darrell sweaty hands and nervous at their front door. I was there, telling him good night-and I think he was afraid of kissing me because Larry and Lynn were upstairs keeping an eye on us!
Larry was Darrell’s Battalion Executive Officer at the 2/27 FA, and as one of his officers, Darrell had been asked to attend the party. I may be the only one on this memory board to remember Larry as a cool uncle; not an Army Colonel!