Birth date: May 17, 1929 Death date: Aug 15, 2025
Lawrence Annon Scott passed away on August 15, 2025 at his home in Palm Coast, Florida, in the company of family. Lawrence was born (at home) on May 17, 1929 in Robeson County, North Carolina to Percell and Pearlie May Scott. Whe Read Obituary
He loved his wife so much. Such a good man..
The most loving human I’ve ever met. The best. I love him so much. Hurts so bad. Always going to miss him. He never stopped cooking and taking care of himself. Truely remarkable person. We all loved him so much..
Can't help myself from posting some more memories and thoughts about Scotty. He and my mom traveled almost every year and of course went out west to visit with our family in Montana and Wyoming but they also went through many other states too including Texas where they would visit some of Scotty's family. Its the way they traveled that my wife Jane and I loved, and we kind of modeled our travel in retirement along the same pattern as theirs. We always thought it was so cool. Most of the time they would only go about 300 miles or so and then check into a hotel like 3 o'clock or so [most check in times are around that] and the they would rest for a while, then scope out somewhere to eat and have dinner. Any little town they were in they managed to look at the local history and check out some sort of sites. Later in their travels when my mom was so into genealogy, she was logging pictures of graveyards and taking pictures of some of the gravestones to help with her research and Scotty was always there as loving husband, driver, and bodyguard. So same pattern on their trips. Wake up at hotel, eat the free breakfast, drive for just long enough not to be entirely wiped out and then rest and eat dinner and read, and mom would work on her laptop with the hotel Wi-Fi. Jane and I loved that and were so envious of them seeing not just family and friends but touring America at a speed where you could stop and see things. When we retired we copied them and to this day we travel almost the same way. Taking time to see things and enjoy instead of driving by everything at 70 miles per hour. A good formula for a safe and happy trip. They were great travelers and great companions who enjoyed each others company. One year my youngest son Justin went with them out west and he was so desperate to call his girlfriend and friends back in Florida he was always looking for a pay phone. Scotty told him on one leg of the journey that he could use the phone at the next stop as he had one in the trunk. So when they got to the place and they unloaded he waited at the trunk and Scotty pulled out a phone [old land line plug in phone, why he had one I have no idea] and he handed it to him. Now I think Justin was expecting a cell phone and they both had a huge laugh because as Scotty said, "I told you I had a phone in the trunk!" This trip was so nice for my son. Words cannot express what this meant to me or him and it was just so great that they spent that time together. Mom and Scotty would take the kids over to their home in Peaceful Acres on the water, one at a time. When they were about halfway from Deltona to Inglis, Florida, there was one of those buffet style restaurant's where you took a tray and went down the line and took plates of food and dessert and then paid at the end. As I recall Scotty telling me that they both had so much food and desserts piled on their trays that they sometimes needed a second tray.. Kind of hard to resist pie and cake and brownies on little tiny plates! I am thankful that my two boys got to spend time with them like that for long weekends.
When Scotty would drive over to visit us when we were raising a family and the kids were young in Deltona, almost every time they would stop at Publix Grocery store and show up with 2 or 3 bags of groceries. We didn't ask the too and they didn't call ahead they just bought a bunch of meat and milk and food and brought it over. Very cool. Scotty was like that. Gregarious. Giving. Good Guy.
I spent a week or so with him last month and we did our typical Brad visit things. Eat and watch old westerns. Scotty loved old western movies and tv shows and would watch them black and white, colorized, or in color, didn't matter. He could tell you the name of almost every actor in every show and had seen some of them so many times, he knew what was going to happen in them but still wanted to watch them again.
Scotty taught me quite a few things. About 40 years ago now. I really wanted to see him, and my mom, so I borrowed a little Toyota pick up truck {I had no vehicle at the time} and drove west from Sarasota to visit them. They were living in a nice manufactured home then. I got about half way there and had a flat tire. I called Scotty and told him I needed help and I didn't have a spare tire. Couldn't see one anywhere and in those days it seemed like every time I needed one I was in a car and they were in the trunk. So he drove all the way up and parked and I thanked him and hugged him and he said the spare is underneath the truck! What??? Ok. Didn't know that. So we changed it and I followed him home. He never said anything about it but we mentioned it still for years later. Another first time I had gator tail, Never tasted it before. Scotty made it for us. Outside at that same home. Later on we would talk about cooking and food of course as that was one of our common loves. The things he taught me kept coming for years. I had time to tell him that, and talk with him a few weeks ago and I'm thankful for being able to spend that time with him. He impacted many of us in different ways. The love he had for my mom was so sweet and pure and they were perfect together. He of course took care of her until the day she died. Also,I always respected Scotty's work ethic whether during his time in working the power plants or the meticulous dedication he showed making custom jewelry and picture frames and glass and mounting pictures. Scotty always moved slowly, carefully, and purposefully when he did things, and I used to use him as an example of how people should work and move and go through life. I asked him once to help me hang wallpaper in a kitchen in Deltona, Florida. It was an intricate flower pattern, and he slowly but surely figured it all out and I watched and helped him when I could, and it took quite some time, but it came out perfect. I know I could have never done something like that. A few months ago, he ordered an elaborate tv stand that was like 5 foot tall and 10 foot long with 5 metal shelfs on each side and many, many parts. I asked him why he did not call for help from someone with it and he said he wanted to do it by himself, and he did. I am not good with projects like that. Scotty could slow himself down and study the diagrams and instructions and assemble one section at a time. I have the tendency to just want to fly through something and skip pages and start putting screws and bolts together and then 9 times out of 10 I end up having to take it all back apart and start over from the beginning. That's one of the biggest things I have learned from him. Slow down, think, be careful. As you get older you must move more purposefully because when you do not, you end up hurting yourself or falling. Scotty never moved like that. He is careful and I used him as an example to more people than I can remember. My mom used to tell us "Take time to smell the roses!" KInd of the same thing. Don't fly through life rushing, look around, take your time, be thankful for everything in front of you. I think Scotty did that. You get to an age where you just must be smarter, and Scotty was smart. He was Loved and we all will miss him!
