In Memory

Louis Jourdan

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09/20/12 03:20 PM #1    

Alan Duke

Submitted by ned lerman Edit | Delete
louis had alot of heart and soul he still owes me 9 bucks from a poker game we played at dick shemanskis house the nite of graduation was he cool did the girls like him fah getta bout it !!! never to be forgotten.
Submitted by Judith Pressman Edit | Delete
Louis made M Jacquard's 10th grade French class most memorable for me. I had returned from a summer in Israel where I spoke more French than Hebrew (many Moroccon and Tunisian young men.... ) and well, Louis did know French.. Louis sat next to me, and we would have amazingly interesting conversations, in class, but never got in trouble, as we could always provide an answer to dear Mr. Jacquard. At a time when there were definite rules about who spoke to whom, and Louis and I were definitely NOT in the same 'crowd', in French class there were no rules, and two people could just enjoy one another's company; and in a French atmosphere, what could be better? 'Pas vrais? I will always remember you with a smile.
Submitted by Paul Diamond Edit | Delete
I remember going to Louis' house once. It was big, it was cold,and except for Louis it was empty. I ran into his father in a studio in England in 1969. He told me he had a son my age, I told him I'd gone to high school with him. He said, and I quote, "Oh, he's a little sonofabitch isn't he?" I said something nice. Or I said 'yes'. Louis was a beautiful boy, but he was not well served by his family. As I look at my kids, I try to remember what not to do.
Submitted by Vicki Soss hawthorne Edit | Delete
Louis and I were friends from first grade on, when he could hardly even speak English. He wore short pants and all the boys teased him. I made my mom talk to his Mother about what American kids wore when they went out to play. His parents loved my mom; she was (and is) beautiful, educated, speaks French and grew up in Beverly Hills. Louis had a sister who died when she was three and he was five -- I don't think most people know that -- and he told me never to discuss it. I think he told me when I made him take me on a tour of his parents' room (mind you this was first grade), and I saw a picture of a little girl under the glass top of their bureau. Louis played classical guitar (we had the same teacher). His parents made him practice daily and I always had to wait for him to finish before we could play. I'm glad that I could open a door to carefree freedom as his parents, albeit French, really did not understand joie de vivre. RIP Louis; I miss roller skating and ringing door bells and then running away!
Submitted by Lon Levin Edit | Delete
Louis and I were as close as you can get to another person. I understood him well yet not at all. He was simply a marvelous package of a guy who could not connect the dots for himself.
I remember so many times he'd spend staring at himself in the mirror remarking about some imperfection on his face. Can you imagine? Here was a guy who never picked up a girl in his whole life, he never had to they flocked to him. I knew his parents well and they were nice to me and horrible to him.

When we were in 8th grade, Mike Bloomfiield came to Hawthorne and skateboarded on the playground. We were in awe of the tricks he could do. Louis stared at him sucking up every ounce of info visually. He then ran to Toy Mart charged a skateboard (the best of course) and practiced all night until he could do everything he'd seen. The next day, and this is no lie he was as good or better than Bloomfield.That was Louis the athlete.

Musically he was as good as anyone I have ever heard to this day. Not m
Submitted by michael feder Edit | Delete
Louis was a good, good friend and an unusual and beautiful soul. I wish I had known then what I know now about how rarely someone like him enters your life; his special depth and caring are rare. I don;t know if me and Conte were the 1st to take Louis surfing, but we sure had fun giving him a hard time as the proverbial "fish out of water." He was definitely NOT a natural, but his athleticism took the day and he eventually got pretty good. He won my undying loyalty and respect my 1st week in school when Phil O'Conner challenged me to meet at the flagpole and Louis told him he would have to fight us I miss him.

Light and Love your way, amigo...
Submitted by Laura Epps Edit | Delete
I knew Louie as far back as I can remember. He lived up the street from me. When we were little we would play hide-n-seek in his home, and drove his mother crazy.

My Mom would take us to see the Ice Capades, the Circus, and we also went to the Hollywood Bowl together.

I would pester him at high school, but when we were alone we would swim, skateboard, eat meals at each other's homes, and we would laugh a lot.

He had so much to give. He could play the guitar like you wouldn't believe, and he was so athletic.

His parents did him wrong, by making a king, and not being parents and teaching him and disciplining him.

I was with him a week before he died. My Dad and I did everthing we could to help him and his parents.

He had so much to give, and I miss him more than I can say.
Submitted by Gregg Masters Edit | Delete
Definitely one we lost way too early. Spirited, handsome (way too many babes chased this dude), talented and perhaps carrying a too heavy burden; the death wish is as real as the will to live. In the balance is this thing called life. We're all blessed to participate in the what we may.
Submitted by Robin Reid Edit | Delete
Louie was a friend of mine at Hawthorne when I arrived in 5th grade. The first time I saw Louie he was surrounded by kids on the playground. He was a bright light.
The light shined even brighter as we talked one
on one.He said he was gonna be an actor. The last time I saw Louie he was pushing a shopping cart down Crescent, red bandanna on his head. We stared hard into each other's eyes. Hard as I tried I couldn't see the light anymore.


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