Birth date: Feb 19, 1939 Death date: Jun 10, 2017
A. Kenneth LaCour, Sr. passed away on Saturday, June 10, 2017, at East Jefferson Hospital following a lengthy battle with heart disease. He was born on Sunday, February 19, 1939, in Colfax, LA to Clarilou Dean and Arthur L. LaCour Read Obituary
Oh Judy, my heart hurts for your loss! I feel so blessed to have just recently seen you and Ken. Please know that our prayers are with you and Kenny.
Judy, our hearts go out to you and your family in this difficult time. We have absolutely enjoyed our time with both of you as a couple. We love you and you are in our prayers.
Colleen Angerdina
Judy,
I have been gone from my home town for 13 years or so..-- way too long!
You two were a delightful couple...
I know you will miss him...Time eases the pain, but thankfully does not erase
the memories...; Cherish those and with the love and support of family and friends you will survive... My prayers are with you....Don't lose that special "sparkle" in your smile...
Kathy Healy
Judy and Kenny, I'm so sorry for your loss. I thought the world of Ken. Loved how he would pretend to be mad then smile with the best twinkle in his eye....
Dear Judy: I am so sorry for your loss of your wonderful, handsome soul mate. I am holding you and Kenny in my heart and sending you love and prayers.
Linda Broocks
Judy - Kenny I am so sorry to hear of your loss. I have such fond memories of the holidays when we were kids when Kenny would go squirrel hunting with us. Wonderful memories of gathering at Uncle Leon's home for cookouts and family time.
Sincerely,
Bill Bell
Judy, I am truly sorry for your loss. It was so generous of him to share you with us - and I mean all the generations of kids to whom you meant so much. We demanded a lot of your attention, and he took it all in stride.
Les Landon
The great defect of memories taken down in youth is youth’s blind indifference to truth: to circumstance and occurrence, to importance and meaning, to all those realities that exist just outside the purview of immaturity. So, I admit it: my memories of Kenneth LaCour are clouded in ego and tainted by childish need. Still, what I remember from that time is a man who was always there, quiet in support, hushed in encouragement, silent in criticism, mute in judgment: a drive to New Orleans so that St. Paul’s entry, The Brick and the Rose, might compete, refreshments at St. Joseph’s Abbey, an uncritical vigil for an Apple Tree’s opening night. He was our English teacher’s husband so how else should we remember him than in poetry: “What a piece of work is a man / How noble in reason / How infinite in faculty / In form and moving how express and admirable?” Youth’s adequate reward is being young but once in awhile God rewards adulthood in equal measure. I had one conversation with Ken in my old age. He spoke of bridges--well, really of the vanity of maintaining bridges. And it struck me then that he was not just there all those years ago. He made things happen. He made things possible. He kept things going and we–lucky kids –were along for the ride. So I remember him now, constant and sturdy, as other Catholic schoolboys might: he is Kenneth Pontifex, and my world, our world, is smaller without him in it.
So sorry to hear of the passing of Kennith, my prayers are with the family.-Leslie Fogleman
