- 74 years old
- Date of birth: Jul 4, 1941
- Date of passing: Sep 23, 2015
|Let the memory of Lawrence be with us forever|
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Lawrence Kole, 74, born on July 4, 1941 and passed away on September 23, 2015. We will remember him forever.
"Bobby and I will always remember Lawrence as a loyal friend, always in good spirits and always so happy to be alive. Our thoughts are with his special family and with Katherine, who brought him such happiness. Lawrence's spirit will always be with us."
"I offer my condolences, thoughts, and prayers to the family and loved ones of Lawrence.
I will always have fond memories of Lawrence. We were in junior high and high school in the same class, and ran around together while in high school. I will second the tributes written above, so will not repeat them. I stayed overnight a number of times at the Kole home, and worked some on their farm. I continue to tell stories about the escapades in which we were involved. I don't know if this is the appropriate place, but I want to tell a few of those incidents.
One time during rice harvest, I was driving a tractor pulling a rice cart. My tractor died while trying to cross a levee, so we hooked a chain from my tractor axle to Lawrence's tractor. I told him to ease up because there was slack in the chain. Typical of Lawrence, he took off in high gear, and when the slack was out of the chain it ripped the axle completely away from the tractor with one wheel ending up to the right and one to the left. The front end of my tractor just dropped to the ground. Lawrence looked back, and you can imagine what he said.
Another time we were using a power wagon with gent poles to move barrels on the farm. Lawrence was driving and attempted to cross a levee, but couldn't get the power wagon to move. After a few minutes of these attempts, I looked up and noticed that the top 5 feet of the gent pole frame was bent in an L shape. The hook on the cable was hooked to the bumper, and apparently Lawrence had somehow put the winch into gear which was bending the gent pole and frame. Another well-deserved dressing down from Mr. Kole.
We were building fence along a shell road on the farm, and using a trailer pulled behind a Fordson tractor to accomplish that. We decided to go for a joy ride with me in the trailer and Lawrence driving the tractor. It was possible for the driver to put his feet on the steering rods and steer the tractor. I still picture Lawrence with his hands behind his head, laughing and hollering at me to "watch this." We were moving at a fast clip down the road when the tractor suddenly decided it wanted to attack the fence. So we destroyed at least 50 feet of fence before Lawrence could gain control.
On one occasion, Mr. Kole sent us to Smith Point to pick up some shucked oysters from an oyster fisherman. We did as told, picking up 7 or 8 gallons of oysters, but on the way home started eating oysters from one of the gallon jars. We ate so many that we knew the missing oysters would be noticed. So, not wanting to get in trouble agian and being quick on the draw, we decided to eat the entire gallon of raw oysters and tell Mr. Kole that we picked up one less gallon than we actually did. This scheme worked great until we both got very sick that night. I could not look a raw oyster in the eye for at least a year after that episode.
Jeffery was also involved in most of our shenanigans away from the farm. Lawrence got the family station wagon one afterno0on and the three of us drove to the Hamshire area to visit the Thibodeaux girls. While driving (at a fast speed) on the way home, I told Lawrence to "slow down because there is...." I didn't finish my sentence because we hit the railroad track that I was warning him about. Losing control of the station wagon, we went through someone's chicken yard with chickens, fence posts, and wire flying all over the place. We ended up back on the road and exited the vehicle (I had to crawl through the back seat window because the door wouldn't open). Water was draining from the radiator and the car was totaled. I will always remember Lawrence's words: "got that son-of-a-bitch back on the road, didn't I."
On one occasion when we were about age 15 years, four or five of us guys were visiting the houses of ill repute on Crockett Street in Beaumont. We didn't have the asking price of $5.00 between all of us, but we would go in and visit with the ladies of the evening until the madam chased us out. At one house, Lawrence started beating on the walls as we ran down the stairs. When we got out of the building he said "that will show them who's boss."
Four of us were in Lawrence's family station wagon at some establishment like a Dairy Queen in Beaumont . Our vehicle was in the on-coming traffic lane when we were head-to-head with another vehicle. Lawrence honked, but instead of backing up the thug driver got out and walked up to Lawrence's window. Lawrence rolled his window down and said "what the hell do you want?" The thug pulled out a switchblade knife, stuck it at Lawrence's neck, and said "I want you to move this SOB." Lawrence immediately rolled the window up, threw the car into reverse to back up, then burned rubber getting out of there. After we left, Lawrence said "showed him, didn't we."
I could continue with more stories, but I think you get the idea that anyone in the presence of Lawrence was sure to have a great time. May Christ hold Lawrence in the palm of His hand, and I look forward to more escapades with Lawrence in future years when we will be together again."
"Although it has been a while since I had seen Lawrence he will always be remember as a great, funny, prankster classmate--class of 59. RIP Lawrence Kole. Say hi to our other classmates that have gone before us. Fond memories."
"I remember his eulogy for his brother, Peter. What a great time he had as he lived his life. RIP, Lawrence."
"Uncle Lawrence was an amazing man. I may not have seen him in a long time, but my memories will last forever. I will never forget the time he made some boudin for me. He always had a smile on his face . I will miss him dearly."
"This extensive web site does a wonderful job of portraying a fun guy who lived life to its fullest. He did indeed love good food, good times and a lot of laughter. Jo Nan"
"My brother and I loved coming to the farm and visiting and hanging out during the summers. My middle name is Thaddeus as well. There are a lot of "Thaddeus'" in the family. He was fun to be with. After dad died (1954) we enjoyed coming to Texas during the summer and a highlight was our visits on the farm with Larwence, Tommy, Mollie, Margaret, and the list goes onnnnn. Thank you Steve for putting this up."
"Lawrence was always a huge part of my life....family....he was such a character. He always had a huge grin,always laughing....teasing...."
"RIP Lawrence my cousin. Today is mom's birthday so please tell her Happy Birthday when you see her, from all of us down here."
"I remember Lawrence as a dear soul, warm-hearted and generous, quick to laugh and just as quick to jest. He had a big personality, filling the room with his presence. He had a daring side to him too, often throwing caution to the winds, throwing himself into life."
"Yes, he was a potty mouthed character with a tender heart who chose to love me unconditionally. Such an honor for a too short a time. You were 'my man', Sweetheart and always in my heart."
"Lawrence was a friend a relative and a good shoulder to lean on. Most of all a character. Everybody that came in contact with him left with a little twinkle in their eye and love in their heart.
I will miss him greatly.
The world is losing a lot of Characters and he was one."
"I am so gonna miss that dear brother of mine: he was the last of the real cajuns. He could be kind, sensitive and loving. And yet...let's just say he was a super funny potty-mouth. One of his quotes: "No matter how crude I am, remember I am always holding back." He could sure make me laugh.
I am so gonna miss that dear ol' brother of mine."
"I am so sorry for your loss. I will always treasure a special memory of Lawrence... an evening when myself, my Dad, Joyce, along with several others, went to a Vietnamese restaurant in Houston for dinner and Lawrence said he was going to order all the food. We enjoyed a special meal with great conversation and laughter. I still can see his smile!"
"Lawrence loved good music, good food and good friends. May he be enjoying them all now. When I was in my teens, he taught me how to 'dress for success' and it served me well. God bless you Lawrence, we'll miss you."
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