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A Shameless Tribute to ME Larry M. Wassman
This is a picture of me and my little brother Denny, all decked out in our sailor suits that our mom made for us. She made everything but the hats and shoes. We had moved to Puyallup Washington by then and were living on 4th avenue where many of the stories I tell in other parts of this page took place.
Here is the big time cowboy on his horse. Loved to play cowboy in those days. I think many people around here have a picture like this as a man would come around each year so that parents could have their kid's picture taken on this pony. As luck would have it my wife has one of her on the same pony and we have them displayed in our home to this day.
This picture is of the world famous Puyallup "ODD FELLOWS" little league baseball team. We were just starting here as you can see. There was no "T" ball or other starter types of baseball then. We started right off using a hard ball. We were terrible. We lost most games with a scores like 25 to 0 or 40 to 1 or maybe even worse. The Odd Fellow lodge were kind enough to sponsor us as baseball players. We were kind of the left over boys who were not picked to be on one of the other teams in the city so my dad and uncle Al, got the lodge to sponsor us. We took our lumps for many years and were the laughing stock for the league. Playing us was like a bye week and players on other teams who didn't get a chance to play regularly, would be playing against us. We kept our heads high and were there to have a good time. We stuck together as a team and after little league, we went into American Legion baseball were we became the city and region champions. By then we had all grown and turned out to be a great team. I am in the back row second from the right. My little brother is in the front row third from the left just above my uncle Alvin. One of the boys in this picture became a professional baseball player. One went to the Navel Academy and became a college professor, one boy became a millionaire may times over. Another boy went to prison and has spent most of his life there. You can never tell looking at those young faces, what they would end up being.
Here you see part of our little band that performed each week on the local radio station. I was about a sophomore in high school when this picture was taken. We had a lot larger band that played at the dances every Saturday night, but they were solders from Fort Lewis and did not play with us on the radio. We did not get paid for playing and the show was taped and delayed broadcast to 1 in the afternoon, so we could go home and here it each Saturday. We played on the radio to advertise our dances, which were held in a big dance hall called "The Old Mill". We dressed in western gear at the dances, but here at the radio show we just had on what ever we were warring at the time. Of course I am on the violin, my brother is on the accordion, Dave Robinson is on the drums and a fellow by the name of Dale Sizum, (I am not sure of the spelling) was on the guitar. He also sang part time. My brother also played the piano, but we usually had a regular piano player, but he was not there the day this picture was taken. We had others make guest appearances on the show each week, which was usually a singer of some type. My girlfriend at the time, Judy, would sing with us many weeks, even though she was a member of another band in the area. We made $80 a night at the dance and that was great money for the time. More than double what my dad made in a week working. We also played in other bands from time to time and appeared on TV locally.
This is a picture of me and my best friend as I was growing up, Fred Keller. He was latter to go on to become K7KG and I was to become W3OZ in amateur radio. The picture you see here was taken on the day we went to Seattle to take our FCC tests. We were goofing off in one of those little booths where you can take several pictures. We were both scared to death, but as luck would have it, we both passed. Fred became an electronics engineer and at the time of his death in 1999, had worked all the countries in the DXCC program and had been on the honor roll for many years. We used to meet each Saturday morning on 80 meters until he died of a heart attack while moving into a new home. Many of the adventures you can read on this page under true stories and confessions include Fred. He was a good friend and I miss him very much.
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