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May He Rest In Peace: H. Lawrence (Larry) Logan ’67
H. Lawrence (Larry) Logan ’67, a former Dean of Students and Assistant Headmaster at Gonzaga in the 1970s and 1980s, passed away on January 19, 2022. You can read his obituary by clicking here.
An informal remembrance of Mr. Logan will be held on Thursday, February 10 from 6- 8 pm at The Dubliner (4 F Street NW). All are welcome, especially members of those Classes in the 1960’s, 70s and 80’s who benefited from his friendship, teaching, empathy, and leadership.
In addition, on Facebook, several Gonzaga alumni shared memories and tributes to Mr. Logan, some of which are reprinted below:
Written by Joe Hennessey '83:
Written by Tony Pang '83
Written by Ed Tiffey '83
Thanks for sharing Joe. Larry Logan personified calm and cool. He was an even keeled gentleman and good to all.
In addition, on Facebook, several Gonzaga alumni shared memories and tributes to Mr. Logan, some of which are reprinted below:
Written by Joe Hennessey '83:
Larry Logan died. I will be forever grateful that he lived. Larry (“Mr. Logan”) was the Dean of Students and Assistant Headmaster at Gonzaga College High School for three of my four years there. No one did more to change the trajectory of my life than Mr. Logan.
I was a disinterested, failing student before I entered Gonzaga. I had become quite skilled at being anonymous to my teachers and hiding myself from school administrators in crowds. From, literally, the first day I walked through the doors at 19 Eye Street, Larry Logan knew my name. During the school year, he would wade through a crowded hallway at Gonzaga, look me in the eye, and ask, “Joe Hennessey, how is everything going for you?“ Mr. Logan had no tolerance for anonymity. Mr. Logan treated us and interacted with us as fellow adults. Sometimes we rose to the occasion, other times we fell short. But, he always posited the dignity that we should be afforded the presumption of being treated as adults rather than as children. Even when we fell short of the maturity we were presumed to have, Mr. Logan still treated us consistent with the aspiration of who we could be rather than what we had just demonstrated ourselves to be.
In my sophomore year, I got into a fight with the middle linebacker for the varsity football team (the Surgeon General recommends against this). The two of us sat in Larry’s office – Matt with a gash opened up over his eye, me with a broken hand (the tax paid for Matt’s gash) and blood all over my clothing from my bleeding nose. Mr. Logan just sat back in his chair and stared at us for about five minutes. Then, he leaned forward and said “I don’t know how I could possibly punish you two more than you have punished each other.“ He dismissed us without further sanction. In any other school, at any other time, we would both have been suspended or slated for expulsion (to quote The Violent Femmes, “I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record.“).
I am grateful to Mr. Logan for challenging me to be the person I COULD be rather than allowing me to wallow in the mediocrity of who I was. And, I am grateful that Mr. Logan repeatedly, even in the face of flagrant failure, chose to step aside and point to the road head rather than make disproportionate use of disappointment. Rest in peace Larry.
Written by Steve McKenna '82
Larry was pretty indelible. My first year he was the Disciplinarian. What he taught us was that when you're treated like an adult and truly cared for, self-discipline comes naturally. Taught a great psychology course too--opened my eyes to that field.
I was a disinterested, failing student before I entered Gonzaga. I had become quite skilled at being anonymous to my teachers and hiding myself from school administrators in crowds. From, literally, the first day I walked through the doors at 19 Eye Street, Larry Logan knew my name. During the school year, he would wade through a crowded hallway at Gonzaga, look me in the eye, and ask, “Joe Hennessey, how is everything going for you?“ Mr. Logan had no tolerance for anonymity. Mr. Logan treated us and interacted with us as fellow adults. Sometimes we rose to the occasion, other times we fell short. But, he always posited the dignity that we should be afforded the presumption of being treated as adults rather than as children. Even when we fell short of the maturity we were presumed to have, Mr. Logan still treated us consistent with the aspiration of who we could be rather than what we had just demonstrated ourselves to be.
In my sophomore year, I got into a fight with the middle linebacker for the varsity football team (the Surgeon General recommends against this). The two of us sat in Larry’s office – Matt with a gash opened up over his eye, me with a broken hand (the tax paid for Matt’s gash) and blood all over my clothing from my bleeding nose. Mr. Logan just sat back in his chair and stared at us for about five minutes. Then, he leaned forward and said “I don’t know how I could possibly punish you two more than you have punished each other.“ He dismissed us without further sanction. In any other school, at any other time, we would both have been suspended or slated for expulsion (to quote The Violent Femmes, “I hope you know that this will go down on your permanent record.“).
I am grateful to Mr. Logan for challenging me to be the person I COULD be rather than allowing me to wallow in the mediocrity of who I was. And, I am grateful that Mr. Logan repeatedly, even in the face of flagrant failure, chose to step aside and point to the road head rather than make disproportionate use of disappointment. Rest in peace Larry.
Written by Steve McKenna '82
Larry was pretty indelible. My first year he was the Disciplinarian. What he taught us was that when you're treated like an adult and truly cared for, self-discipline comes naturally. Taught a great psychology course too--opened my eyes to that field.
Written by Tony Pang '83
Mr. Logan made an incredible impression on me as well, I think he had an affinity for those that needed him most. I remember senior year somehow I either screwed up my application for a parking space or didn’t make the cut line. He sat down with me to help knowing that I needed a space to go to work after my classes off campus. I could have never made it to work on time using metro. Me with my hair on fire he just sat back in his calm demeanor and said “don’t worry we’ll solve this. ”He said, "How about you take my parking space? I don’t need it most times, I’ll just ride my bike." I couldn’t believe he did that for me. It had a great impression on me throughout my life, why would someone do something like that for someone like me? RIP Mr Logan!
Written by Ed Tiffey '83
Thanks for sharing Joe. Larry Logan personified calm and cool. He was an even keeled gentleman and good to all.
Written by Danny Costello '72
I believe that Larry was a transformative educator at Gonzaga. By that I mean he helped create an atmosphere of understanding and encouragement whose example other teachers began to follow. He was at various times, my coach, my coaching colleague, boss, and boxing svengali. Larry was a very important person in my life.
I believe that Larry was a transformative educator at Gonzaga. By that I mean he helped create an atmosphere of understanding and encouragement whose example other teachers began to follow. He was at various times, my coach, my coaching colleague, boss, and boxing svengali. Larry was a very important person in my life.
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