Paul-Margaret Larson

Paul Giere Larson, 83, died Monday, May 26, 2003, at the River’s Edge, Sacramento, California. Paul was born on August 8, 1920, in Montevideo, Minnesota, to Frida and Olof Larson. He married the girl next door, Margaret Jane Smith, in Montevideo on Meg’s birthday in 1943. Paul served in the United States Army as a physician on hospital ships during World War II. They raised four children in Sacramento where Paul practiced Internal Medicine for many years. Paul was an outdoors man - skiing, landscaping, and scaling many a North American peak. Paul was a physician to his core. He took time to get to know his patients personally as he was dedicated to treating the whole person. He cared about them and felt deeply for their trials and troubles. He, with Meg, gave their children an active appreciation for, and an equally active participation in the music of the folks, continuing a long Larson tradition. His children, their friends, and many others loved him for that. Wherever the family went, there was always choir practice. Paul, like Meg, had the impish twinkle in his eye.

Margaret (Meg) Jane Larson, 93, died Sunday, October 27, 2013, at Crown Plaza, Sacramento, California. Meg was born on August 30, 1920, in Montevideo, Minnesota, to Edith and Leon Smith. She married the boy next door, Paul Giere Larson, in Montevideo on her birthday in 1943. They raised four children in Sacramento where Paul practiced Internal Medicine for many years. Meg was proud to be a member of and to serve in PEO, a philanthropic organization. She worked as a registered nurse in her adult life at Washoe General Hospital, Roseville Hospital, and Hospice of the Sierra. She also worked as a counselor for Weight Watchers. Meg took an interest in everyone she met. No matter their background or station in life, she genuinely wanted to know and truly cared about their lives and their dreams. Her children, their friends, and so many loved her for that. Her nephew Steve says, “The sense of humor - the impish giggle/twinkle in the eye - is one thing she left behind with me. I hope she doesn't ask for it back. She most likely had plenty to spare, anyway.”