I met my oncle Larry for the first time when I was a little girl. I can hardly remember what he said to me because I did not understand English, however, it was great fun to be with him. Almost twenty years later I paid the Levines a month-long visit in Berkeley. At tha... [more]
Oh how Mari and I looked forward to dinner at Larry and Cornelia’s. He’d welcome us with big bear-like hugs and that huge warm smile. The conversation would begin before we were through the door and what a conversation it would be. Larry was so smart. He knew so muc... [more]
It was Day of The Dead in 7th grade Spanish class at Alice Deal Middle School, a public school in the impoverished city of Washington DC. Our daughter took in roses from the garden, and Larry's obit out of the Post, to add to the shrine her class was making that day. ... [more]
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From the time I met him twenty years ago during my first semester of graduate school, Larry Levine has had a powerful impact on my life. Maybe it was his height, or the unruly shock of white hair, or perhaps it was the confidence with which he made his claims. Maybe it ... [more]
Larry joined the History Department twelve years ago and his intellectual curiosity, his continual engagement with historical and contemporary issues has made this a far better place. All of us have "Larry" stories, but I will always recall his joy of life, his love of... [more]
I was privileged to know Larry beginning in 1983. For a young graduate student, Berkeley and its history department were full of impressive and influential people, but Larry stood out instantly. His delight in history and his personal engagement with the problems he r... [more]
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