The Love Shack is a little ol' place where we get togettthhheerrrrr....Love Shack Baaaaabby... B52's.
Every time I hear or sing that song, I think of Larry (Mr. Schwartz), and picture him dancing at The Sports Den in Northville on St. Patrick's Day. All smiles a mile wide!
Both Pete & I remember Larry in a special way, every day. Pete loves Larry's lift chair and for this we are so thankful for. Our dinners with Sharon & Jim bring back happy memories, also. To know Larry, was to love him. We speak of him often with sorrow in our hearts.
Throughout the years, Mr. Schwartz (I could never get used to calling him Larry), always greeted me with a smile whenever I saw him, since I was a teenager. One distinct memory that I have when I was at Mark's house visiting after school (1986), was seeing Mr. Schwartz come home from a long day at work. We were in the front yard when he pulled into the driveway, got out of his "Coupe DeVille", well dressed, handsome and tanned faced, chest out, walking with keys in hand up the sidewalk. As he said hello, I noticed that he seemed to have a sense of pride and satisfaction on his face as he walked into his home. As Mark's high school girlfriend, I was just a little bit nervous and shy in front of Larry and Joanne, but Mr. Schwartz was always friendly and made me feel welcome. Anytime I came over to the house, he used to always offer me a chocolate malt at least 3 times a visit..."Michele, would you like malt"?..."Want me to make you a malt"?, "You sure you don't wanna chocolate malt or a milkshake"? I think it was his way of breaking the ice and wanting to make me feel comfortable. To this day, chocolate malts, country music, the song "Love Shack", and karaoke, will always remind me of Mr. Schwartz. He was such a character that will be dearly missed. I am touched and honored that I am able to hold him and the Schwartz family close to my heart. God bless Larry in heaven...I'm sure "Gene", as in Eugene, will show him around the place.
Some of my favorite memories of Larry, Larps, or Lar-pa, are just how comfortable he made me feel coming over to their home a lot with Jill, and how it was always a great conversation with him. I still laugh thinking of him at Tim & Jill’s wedding.... he was so proud of his Jill. Then he shut the dance floor down at the end of the night, the music stopped but he didn’t! He was so warm and truly a great man, I feel so blessed to have known him.
We have been Schwartz's neighbor for 23 years. I remember the day I was driving past their house as I do every day on my way to work, looked at Schwartz's house and I could see Larry sitting in his chair through the front window. I waved real big so he could see me and he waved back. From that day forward we had a 'thing' about waving. I think he looked forward to it just as much as I did. I still look, and am saddened that he's not there, but I know he's in a better place. TERRY FITZGERALD
TY our sweet wonderful FUN LARRY 4 ALL THE PRECIOUS MEMORIES! U WILL ALWAYS B IN OUR HEARTS!!! LUV U FOREVER! PLZ REST PEACEFUL IN THE ARMS OF THE LORD! Say hi 2 Jimmy!😘
Larry will always be alive in our hearts. He was never too busy or tired to sit and talk or tell a story. He will be missed, esp. by Pete. You are now sitting at the table of the Lord sharing His meals.
Mr. Schwartz is my very best friend’s dad, whom I’ve known my entire life. “Big Lar” as many liked to call him, has a huge warm smile in every one of my memories. I remember his kind eyes and his friendly grin making me feel at home any time I stayed overnight at the Schwartz’s. I can still here is voice saying, “Hey Moe! How’s your family? Tell your dad I said hi!”
Mr. Schwartz and my dad were huge sports fans and I’ll never forget when they took Jill and I to a Tigers game. It’s my only memory of a baseball game in my youth. I thought it was so awesome that they bought us ice cream in the little navy baseball cap bowls. I remember all four of us walking through the crowd of tigers stadium and feeling so excited. It’s a great memory.
Mrs. Schwartz, Jeff, Mark, and Jill- You’re all in my prayers. Mr. Schwartz will be greatly missed by everyone who knew him.