Leonard H. Lamar
MARCO ISLAND, Fla. -- Leonard H. Lamar, 68, of Marco Island, formerly of Sioux City and Palatine, Ill., died Wednesday, Feb. 18, 2004, following a battle with lung cancer.
Memorial services will be 10:30 a.m. Saturday at San Marco Catholic Church in Marco Island.
Funeral services will be noon Saturday, Feb. 28, at Holy Family Parish in Inverness, Ill. Visitation will be 4 to 8 p.m. Friday, Feb. 27, at Ahlgrim and Sons Funeral Home in Palatine.
Mr. Lamar was born in Sioux City on Oct. 7, 1935. He graduated from Sioux City Central High School in 1954. He received a bachelor's degree in business from the University of Iowa in 1960, and an MSIC degree from Loyola University in 1962. He was a veteran of the U.S. Marine Corps.
A 38-year employee of Western Electric/Lucent, he worked in the telecommunications industry until his retirement in 1995. During his retirement, he volunteered with Habitat for Humanity and enjoyed fishing, golfing and gardening.
He is survived by his wife, Roberta; three daughters and their spouses, Elizabeth Lamar and Robert Cleary, Kelly and Christian Loeffelholz and Jeanne Lamar and Patrick Walsh; five sons, John Lamar and his wife Sharon, David Lamar and his wife, Maureen, Chris Lamar and his wife, Molly, Eric Lamar and Gregory Lamar; a stepson and his wife, Jeff and Beth Kramer; 15 grandchildren; and two sisters and their husbands, Jeanne and Bill Wissing of Sioux City, and Curran and Skip Rosser of Cedar Rapids, Iowa.
He was preceded in death by his parents, William and Mary Frances (Betz) Lamar; and his first wife, Mary (Kinquist) Lamar.
The family welcomes remembrances and stories about Mr. Lamar. Send them to the family at Llamar5020@aol.com. In lieu of flowers, the family requests memorial contributions be made to Angel Flight Southeast, 8864 Airport Blvd., Leesburg, FL, 34788, www.angelflightse.org, or Hospice Nurse of Naples, 1095 Whippoorwill Lane, Naples, FL, 34105, www.hospiceofnaples.org.
Sioux City Journal - February 22nd, 2004
Memories of Leonard H. Lamar
Eulogy - Leonard H. Lamar
by W. James Hindman
San Marco Catholic Church, Marco Island
How can one in a few minutes celebrate the life of a man you have known and loved for over sixty years?
As I reflected, I knew I must share the essence of the man, of Len Lamar as I saw him, and characterize the core values of Len Lamar.
Love of God
Love of Country
Love of Family
Love of God. All of us who knew him heard him refer many times to “The Boss”, always pointing to the sky. The Man upstairs, his Master, his Heavenly Father, and the Man he turned to so often. He loved God, he loved his Church, his religion, and like everything he did he practiced it regularly, faithfully, and openly. Now he’s with The Boss. Everything, “Under God.”
Love of Country. Len Lamar was born to be a Marine. A Gung Ho Marine. His intensity of spirit, determination, and never say die attitude is what he did in support of his country, friends and family. He was as patriotic and dedicated to the good of the country as any man could be. You always knew where he stood and what he believed. Semper Fi !
Love of Family. As we look at his eight wonderful children, that so many of us watched grow to adults, we shake our heads in amazement and awe. The wonderful job, the commitment, the focus, the staying power to give these kids the foundation for their success. Len knew the true values in life, and he knew how to pass them on to his children. He gave his values and his love to his family!
As you know he had a lovely wife, eight great kids, fourteen grand-children, two sisters, and what you probably didn’t know - he had seven brothers. Donnie Black, Vince Arioso, Carl Tronvold, John Haviland, Jim Hindman, Gary Loney, Scotty Walsh. BATHHL. Brothers in The Corps, to the Core.
There is a verse from The Bible that gives me comfort at this time, “Jesus wept.” I weep as we say goodbye to Len Lamar.
e-Mail sent by Carlton Tronvold after the service
I HAVE TALKED TO SOME OF YOU, BUT THOUGHT I WOULD SEND SOME DETAIL INFORMATION:
IF THERE IS SUCH A THING, THE FUNERAL WAS BEAUTIFUL.
ALL OF LEN'S CHILDREN WERE IN ATTENDANCE, AS WERE ALL OF HIS "BATHHL" BROTHERS.
TO START THE SERVICE. DUNNIE BLACK PLAYED "GOING HOME", ON THE BAGPIPES,
JOHN LAMAR AND DAVID LAMAR DID READINGS. JIM HINDMAN DID A SHORT EULOGY.
THERE WAS A MARINE SERGEANT PRESENT, WHO PRESENTED A U. S. FLAG TO BOBBIE,
FOLLOWED BY THE PLAYING OF TAPS.
THE FUNERAL WAS FOLLOWED BY A LUNCHEON AT "HIDEAWAY BEACH CLUB" SPONSORED BY BATHHL.
Eulogy - Dad
by Len's Children, read by Liz Lamar
Palatine, IL. February 27th 2004
Over the past week dozens of us have gathered together, here and in Marco
Island, to celebrate Dad’s life. It seems that it’s time for us to repay him for all the years he celebrated us.
Dad celebrated his friends- those from kindergarten to college to work to the
man next to him on a barstool – by engaging himself in their story. He
remembered your story, embraced your story, repeated it, and loved it. Your
story became a part of his and you … A part of him.
He celebrated his vast family…his parents, aunts and uncles, 2 sisters and their
families, 8 children and their spouses, 15 (almost 16) grandchildren… He
chose the perfect mate twice. First, my mom who he credited with
“straightening him out” and with who he guided 8 of us safely into adulthood.
Second, Bobbie, who loved his zest for life and was willing to accept us all as a
“package deal”…for life!!! Bless them both.
He taught us from an early age the significance our brothers and sisters would
play in our lives. Our long treks to Okoboji, Colorado, Lake Tahoe, Sioux City,
Los Angeles and Cedar Rapids always ended in a reunion of some sort. The end
of the road meant a hug and kiss…often from some distant cousin or great
aunt we’d never met but who was eager for our company. It was a Lamar thing
to celebrate every member of the family….
Dad had the amazing and envious gift of seeing the best in what life tossed into
his path. Two weeks ago, while in the hospital, he greeted his friends with an
eager, genuine smile and a gracious “what can I get you? ….! We were
humbled by the strength of Dad’s will and his lack of need to complain. He saw
no need to dwell on the negative, it didn’t do any good and though I never
actually heard him say it, I think Buster planted her “Rise Above It” attitude
somewhere deep in Dad’s heart. .
Dad was defined, by anyone who knew him, even casually, by his
unselfconscious enthusiasm for everything he tackled. He was the initiator of a
poker game at 11 pm, the last one to bed, and the first one up at 5 am the next
morning to go fishing…..he had the Bronco packed, the coffee made, the boat
hitched up and the powdered donuts bought before anyone else could form a
coherent sentence. The energy Dad used up in 68 years would have allowed
any of us here to see 100. I feel fortunate that he saw it fit to make me the
beneficiary of some of that energy.
I never asked Dad what made him tick, what made him move through life at the
pace he did. I think it’s one of the few regrets I have with him. What was the
fuel that ran the generator….? If I were to guess, the answer would be the life,
the friendships, the experiences he shared with each of us.
I wouldn’t have been happy with any answer he gave me because what I really
wanted was…to be like him…to possess the gift of making
anyone feel welcome, at home, loved and that he was really truly happy to
know you - that you were important. I’m hoping he left that part of him here
with all of us. It was his gift, his celebration of us all.
We thank you Dad, for this gift. We accept it gratefully and promise to share it
with those we love and those who pass through our lives.
One of the lessons Dad taught us all was that if we surround ourselves with
good people we’ll put ourselves in a position to succeed in our life’s journey.
It’s obvious Dad practiced what he preached. As we leave this church today
let’s look around us and reflect on all those who made Dad’s journey
complete…and those who will be a part of our journeys.
Len Lamar was the huggin'est guy I ever knew.
He even taught the "Old Guys" it was ok to hug each other,
and to tell people you loved them.
Who'd have thunk it...