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Lucian Combee passed away in September, 1995, unfortunately, I don't have any of the details. Please post your comments below, and if you have any additional information about Lucian's passing that you would like posted in this general comment box, please get that to me.
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Lisa Via
I started school with "Winn" from the first grade through high school. I never knew him very well but I DO remember his great smile.Scott Mallard
I remember Winn, he was a really nice guy. I recall he had this chevy PU truck and I think it was the week we got out early for grad. He was in the back dirt parking lot doing donuts. Of course dirt and dust all over. And he, just having a blast laughing his ass off.What happened to Winn?
Mark Eady
I went to school with Winn since Elementary. Sweet soul. I didn't hang out with him in JH or High School but was always a smiler to run into him once in a while. Winn was blessed with a great loving family and his death due to health issues at a young age was so sad. I understood that he had lost quite a bit of weight working on that in the recent time before he passed.A couple of very special, happy memories with Winn, I'd like to share.
We celebrated graduation night together at the Red Lobster hosted by Randy Barfield's family - small group of the "Combee" area gang graduates. We had to wait in the lounge for a while and were amazingly allowed to order a celebratory cocktail (just turned 18 and legal adults!). I'm sure that was all's first time in a restaurant ordering from the bar. Laughing and having a ball, semi-impersonating adults and trying to show some class. I distinctly remember we ordered exotic drinks called Sloe Gin Fizzes and Singapore Slings (explained by the server as liquor that wouldn't taste bad). Well the place was packed, still not seated, so the bar maid asked if we would like to have another. We couldn't remember exactly what they were called. We all looked at each other, then Winn replies..." Yeh, them thangs were good, give us all another one of them, uh, what you call 'em, oh yeah, give us all another one of them SIBERIAN SHIT-KICKERS." I think we all literally fell on the floor in laughter and continued laughing about that Winn classic for months.
Another happy memory was a couple of years after graduation. A true story and I lived to tell about it. I ran into Winn at Sparky's convenience store. We chit chatted, spur of the moment thing, beautiful day, sure let's go fishing and I'm serious too, why not NOW! He had access to a secret "honey hole". We took off in his truck, picked up some shiners and popped by his house to slide his jon boat in the bed. He hung the outboard motor loose on the transom and hanging slightly passed the tailgate. Winn had the need for speed. He liked to drive fast. This honey hole was a secluded small lake about 5 miles or more in an immense, thick organge grove, somewhere north of Polk City. Once off a dirt road in BFE, there were no other roads, just tree rows to travel through. It was a bumpy ride at 20mph with limbs brushing each side of the truck, taking a long time to get there. 97 Country was playing strong on the radio, a favorite song must have come on and we were warmed up enough, singing along at the top of our lungs. I asked if he was he lost a couple of times, he insisted we weren't, though we couldn't see anything but tree branches 20 feet in all directions for miles. I had my doubts, I was paying attention and could see no signs at all. He didn't blind fold me, but I'm sure he was taking the most camoflauged route too. "Are we authorized to be here, or are you just trying to keep me lost?" When the rows became a little less bushy, Winn put the pedal to the metal in the deep sand. We were doing 50-ish? Didn't seem safe, still nothing but orange branches in sight. I finally gave in that he wasn't about to slow down and we were both yellin' Yeeeeeee-haw, Wooooo-hoooo when suddenly he hit a big hole or something hidden from the grass. It was a violent wreck, I remember the back of my head and shoulder bouncing on the ceiling a couple of times like a trampoline before we came to a sudden stop. We couldn't see anything, tree limbs all around and THE TIP OF THE JON BOAT had crashed through the back cab window and was almost obstructing our view of each other between our seats. We were OK and amazingly the truck was OK. Soon alarm turned into LOL, WTH! We had an extended scavenger hunting collecting all our fishing gear that had been strewn around the grove. Amazingly the shiners were recovered. The biggest mystery was where did the missing outboard motor go? After careful accident reconstruction, we deduced that it had to be ahead of the truck evidenced from the sizable dent in the back edge of the truck cab. We looked and looked and finally found it about 20 yards ahead about 10 FEET UP in A TREE. LOL! And a great thing about Winn, undeterred, we continued the quest, rigged stuff together and went on to have just a wonderful time fishing and caught some nice bass. I remember that special day was so perfectly gorgeous, glassy water on a serene lake, cool, bright blue sky, puffy white clouds, scent of orange blossoms, renewed friend showing me how to shiner fish in his exclusive spot. Bobber dancing on the glassy water as the shiner sensed the bass about to strike and finally the big swoosh! I will always remember it. A gift from God, courtesy of Winn Combee. Until we meet again, brother.
Jeff Miller
I remember when about 5 of us from LHS worked down at Kaplans Feedlot on Saturdays and after school. Winn was a big guy and he would never tell us what he weighed , so one day a couple of us had those electric cattle prods and we ran him into the scale pen and ran a weigh ticket on him. He was pissed!, but he got over it and we had a big laugh. Had some good times with Winn. See ya in a few, brother, remember were all just passing thru.Curt Lacrimosa
Winn was one happy go lucky guy.