Larry Hanks

By From page A2 | June 21, 2013

Nov. 4, 1948 — May 31, 2013

Born Nov. 4, 1948, Larry Hanks went fishing on the big lake in the sky on May 31, 2013. He was 64. The son of Stan and Besse Hope, he was born and raised in Placerville, growing up on Bartlet Street in the center of town and graduating El Dorado High School in 1966. He loved telling stories of his youth, from catching trout out of Hangtown Creek, to the old swimming hole, at Chile Bar before the dam, and especially how a fire hydrant “appeared” in the main hall of El Dorado High one morning.

In his teens, Larry discovered his first passion in life, snow skiing. He loved it so much he made it his career for 25 years, managing the Ski Hut in Auburn and later in Placerville. With a deep knowledge and infectious smile, he made countless friends over the years and cherished his time there. At 20 he met his next passion, his beautiful wife Terry — the love of his life, fishing partner, and soul mate. They bought a little house overlooking downtown Placerville, where they lived happily for more than 40 years.

A short time after marriage, Larry’s third joy in life was born — his son and best friend, Jason. He passed on his love of the outdoors through countless fishing and hunting trips, made lasting memories cutting firewood and at ballgames, and later passed on his wisdom of a life lived well over a cold beer or warm glass of brandy. A son never had a better father. In his later years there is no doubt Larry’s greatest joy was spending time with his three granddaughters, Emily, Lyndsey and Charlie. The way his face would light up when they would burst into the room was nothing short of magical.

Waiting to join Larry later on the docks of Heaven are his beloved wife, Terry; son, Jason; adored daughter-in-law, Tracy; granddaughters, Emily, Lyndsey and Charlie; brother, David (Shelly); and sisters, Jan Wallo (Mark) and Doreen. He also leaves behind many cousins, three nieces, six nephews and countless friends who he loved and cared for very much. He will be truly missed.

At Larry’s explicit request, no funeral will be held, as he did not want any tears shed over him. He would much rather you take a kid fishing, tip a glass or call your brother or sister and tell them you love them to celebrate his life.

Fisherman’s Prayer:
God grant that I may live to fish until my dying day
And when it comes to my last cast
I then must humbly pray
When in the Lord’s safe landing net
I’m peacefully asleep
That in His mercy I be judged
Good enough to keep.

Always in our hearts.


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