Dave passed away Oct 1, 2007 in Louisville, KY, his home for many years. He died of lung cancer. At the time he died, he was surounded by his family and friends. I had the honor to be one of those. At the service, many of his fellow classmates from the University of Louisville School of Social Work spoke of his influence on the School, the community and those he met along the way. The School has established a memorial in his honor.
He is survived by Linda, his wife of 48 years, three children & 3 grandchildren.
Those in the band will remember Dave as the clarinet player in the Marching band who marched on crutches. He was also on the swim team & an active Explorer Scout. Camping with Dave was an adventure. Picture him balancing a canoe on this shoulders while walking on crutches. Yet we did over 1000 miles in canoes & on foot before graduation.
While on a "band break" at a football game at Walnut Hills, a band member from the rival school noticed Dave in his band uniform and on his crutches eating a hot dog. Unfortunately, the remark "Woodward's Band is really hard up when they recruit cripples" seemed to offend Dave & with lightning speed he cracked the shin of the speaker with one of his wooden crutches. The guy promptly fell down & Dave said, "Don't they teach you not to roll on the ground in your uniform?" Can't say I remember anyone from that school teasing Dave again.
I remember David mostly from the swimming team. His tenacity and ability were always noticeable.
I remember one uncanny event. I forget the reason, but I dialed his home number, but nothing happened. Finally, I said "hello" and got a surprised "hello" back. It was David. We had simultaneously dialed each other. We got the connection without either phone ringing or giving a busy signal.
I also remember I scored three tickets to a Cincinnati Reds versus New York Yankees game, so David, his brother Bill, and I went together. We were in the front row seats between the third base dugout and the backstop netting. Not only were they great seats, but Bill caught a foul ball. Yankees won the game and the series. Damn Yankees!
It seems as though most memories I have of Dave in the early years was of him on those damned crutches. They never dampned his spirit. He was one of the nicest people I have ever known.
William R. Blount
Dave passed away Oct 1, 2007 in Louisville, KY, his home for many years. He died of lung cancer. At the time he died, he was surounded by his family and friends. I had the honor to be one of those. At the service, many of his fellow classmates from the University of Louisville School of Social Work spoke of his influence on the School, the community and those he met along the way. The School has established a memorial in his honor.He is survived by Linda, his wife of 48 years, three children & 3 grandchildren.
Those in the band will remember Dave as the clarinet player in the Marching band who marched on crutches. He was also on the swim team & an active Explorer Scout. Camping with Dave was an adventure. Picture him balancing a canoe on this shoulders while walking on crutches. Yet we did over 1000 miles in canoes & on foot before graduation.
While on a "band break" at a football game at Walnut Hills, a band member from the rival school noticed Dave in his band uniform and on his crutches eating a hot dog. Unfortunately, the remark "Woodward's Band is really hard up when they recruit cripples" seemed to offend Dave & with lightning speed he cracked the shin of the speaker with one of his wooden crutches. The guy promptly fell down & Dave said, "Don't they teach you not to roll on the ground in your uniform?" Can't say I remember anyone from that school teasing Dave again.
Bruce L. Oliver
I remember David mostly from the swimming team. His tenacity and ability were always noticeable.I remember one uncanny event. I forget the reason, but I dialed his home number, but nothing happened. Finally, I said "hello" and got a surprised "hello" back. It was David. We had simultaneously dialed each other. We got the connection without either phone ringing or giving a busy signal.
I also remember I scored three tickets to a Cincinnati Reds versus New York Yankees game, so David, his brother Bill, and I went together. We were in the front row seats between the third base dugout and the backstop netting. Not only were they great seats, but Bill caught a foul ball. Yankees won the game and the series. Damn Yankees!
So sorry David will not be able to join us.
Sterling L. Williams
It seems as though most memories I have of Dave in the early years was of him on those damned crutches. They never dampned his spirit. He was one of the nicest people I have ever known.