"Larry taught me to read (Donald Duck comics) when I was real small, under the covers with a flashlight. We went to the creek and caught poliwogs, took 'em home and watched them grow into frogs.
When we lived on 16 Peralta St in Linda Mar we would ride our bikes up to the little country store and get flip cards because we couldn't buy candy. We explored the new buildings being built around the corner, played Cowboys and Indians. I was always the Indian! We started a fire up in the hills and ran home cause we couldn't get it out. Fire trucks came. No one ever knew.
Once we got real mad at each other and Joe got some boxing gloves and we duked it out. He won, I think. He never forgot the time I slipped on the bike pedals and went down in the middle of the street. A car nearly ran me over as it passed and 50 years later he was still sorry it happened. He should have rode the bigger bike. It was Bonnie's old Schwinn clunker. He protected me and taught me all I knew. I skipped the 1st grade because I knew everything he learned in school and was too smart for the class.
We were more than cousins, we were almost twins, except I was black haired and he was almost white. We never fought after the boxing match and were closer than ever. I missed him badly when I moved away. Still do. Love you too cousin. I always want to share anything I can to help you know what a really fine character your brother was, and fun too! Happiest eight years of my life.."
I just came across an old scrapbook filled with photos of Larry and cousin Bryce.