In Memory

Ove Larsen

Ove Larsen

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12/20/13 06:23 PM #1    

John Weibel

Barely a month after Park High graduation, Ove Larsen died Sunday afternoon, July 18, 1965, when his car swerved out of control and left the road on Hwy 31 near Armstrong Park.


Most who remember him will agree Ove was a happy, gentle soul, a good competitor (tennis) and a great friend.


12/21/13 07:59 AM #2    

James Hunnicutt

I remember Ove when he first came to the US. We were at Winslow Elementary School playing kick-ball. He kicked the furthest of any of us and I wondered why until years later found out he grew up playing soccer. We used to walk to school together. Kind of lost track of him once we got to Park.

12/21/13 10:48 AM #3    

Sandra Rashleger (Tennant)

Ove and his family went to my church.    He was in my catechism class.   What a nice guy!    His girlfriend, Linda, and Ove were such a neat couple.    I took it hard when he was killed.... probably partly because he was my first peer to lose his life.....   just couldn't fathom that.     His family "celebrated" Ove every year in church to keep his wonderful memory alive.    We all missed him.......

03/16/14 06:05 PM #4    

James Jenkins

Ove was a quiet guy with a good sense of humor. He was a fine tennis player, one of the best in our area. He would have played in a top college program, he was that good.  He was also into cars, and was known for his black Pontiac Catalina. 

My memory is that the day he died, a lot of people from Park, including Ove, were at Zoo Beach hanging out in the afternoon, and afterward, everybody went their separate ways. Al and Mike Etzkin were visiting from Cleveland, and I went off with them. I heard about Ove's car crash the next day. It was a stunning shock, as others have said, the first time death claimed someone we knew and identified with. We all thought we were immortal then, didn't we?

Ove's girlfriend Linda (I've forgotten her last name... maybe Jensen? Somebody help me here... I should never have forgotten) lived a block or so from me. She was a great gal. A day or so after Ove's death, I went over to her house to offer my condolences. She was in their dining room, ironing. I came in and we made small talk for an hour or two, and never once did either of us mention Ove. I just didn't have the courage to mention his name, although of course it was the elephant in the room. I wish I had a mulligan on that one. 

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