Harold Lloyd Larson, 70, of Starbuck, died on Tuesday, July 20, 2021, in St. Cloud, of lymphoma cancer.
A celebration of his life will be held on Sunday, Sept. 26, from 1-4 p.m. at the Husky Den in the Herb Brooks National Hockey Center in St. Cloud.
Harry was born on Sept. 16, 1950, as the middle child of Hilma (née Aaberg) and Harris Larson. In his youth, he wrestled the giant muskies of Lake Minnewaska and first entered the workforce as a concrete layer by a man who ate a cigar a day. Harry, however, had bigger plans, and upon graduation from Starbuck High School in 1968, he enrolled in Alexandria Technical School, where he studied sales.
His courtship of his wife of 51 years – fellow student Linda Jean – began in earnest when she asked him for a pencil in class and was immediately taken by the blond guy in the sharp suit. They married in 1970.
After seven years in the National Guard in Willmar, Linda and Harry moved into a small apartment near Crossroads Center in St. Cloud, where he sold furniture at Sears Department Store. They budgeted ferociously, sharing romantic meals of microwave popcorn and hot dogs. Their neighbors became friends for life, and into this little community, they welcomed their first daughter, Robin Marie, in 1975.
Eventually they bought their first house on the north side of the city. Charismatic, kind, with an infectious grin and an abiding love of golf and good company, Harry continued to form strong friendships with neighbors and coworkers, including Chuck and Angie Loeken, Tom and Bonnie Stachowski and Pat and Joe Miller, among many, many others.
In 1983, Harry and Linda adopted their second daughter, Katie Mae. He switched jobs, leaving Sears for Marco Business Products, where he would remain for nearly 20 years. There he criss-crossed central Minnesota, putting together lobbies and workspaces for small- and medium-sized businesses. Chances are, if you live in that area, you sat in a chair he sold.
In 1990, the Larson family moved to their current residence – Linda’s dream home – on the edge of St. Cloud. Harry started going to SCSU Husky Hockey games and has been a season ticket holder for over 30 years, forming yet another little community around his constant presence in Section 112, Row 4 of the National Hockey Center. His daughters attended with him, learning to love the peculiar odor of that place, until they grew up, graduating and leaving the taupe house.
In his 50s, Harry discovered a love of traveling – a.k.a. sitting in pubs in foreign countries – and made friends across Europe. He loved German biergartens, didn’t care for Spanish paella, saw every bunker in Normandy with Yves Toullec and traveled the Roman roads with his sister Annick.
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