|Charlotte w/ Doyle, Ken w/ David|
Robert Russell is David's uncle and neither he nor I ever visited the family in Lexington, Massachusetts, so all of our memories of David take place here in Colorado. That's what I will write about.
|Ken holding David, Charlotte with Doyle|
David was born February 28, 1964 and first visited Colorado the summer of 1966. His brother was a little over a year old that summer and old enough to travel. These photos were taken during that visit. I don't know if there was a baby bed set up or if Ken and family shared a bed in his old room upstairs in his parents' modest home. I do know those stairs to the upstairs rooms were steep and narrow.
By the next visit the boys had girl cousins to play with and their grandpa provided them with kiddie cars, tricycles, and plenty of places to explore.
Angie, Cyndee, Doyle and David
Doyle, Ken, David
Doyle, Angie, David, Cyndee
Doyle and David, June 1976
Frances cooked delicious meals for her grandsons, taught them canasta, introduced them to chocolate popcorn, and loved them dearly. She traveled back to Lexington almost every year to stay with them and their dad.
Doyle, David, and Doyle
David on Pal
Doyle and David
Cyn, Doyle, Angie, David, Pat
Angie, Cyndee, David
David with little chickens
David with gopher?
David with a pet dog on top of hay bales
Grandpa Doyle always had work for the boys, sometimes roof repair on the house, sometimes cleaning out the grain silos in preparation for storing the current year's wheat which was his main crop. And there was always rye to pull out of the wheat fields.
On top of the grain silo
Doyle, Grandpa Doyle, and David
watching Grandpa work
David shot a rabbit
David sure loved dogs
Grandpa Doyle and David
What's in the tub?
Goofing around in the old outhouse
dressing chickens, August 1982
a yucky job for a city kid, or any kid
outhouse at the McConnell place
riding on the grain drill just like his Uncle Bob did for many years, same grain drill
We knew David as a talkative, animated boy who loved his grandparents and their lifestyle, and cared deeply for little animals. He had a Boston accent and talked very fast so listening to him as he sat in their kitchen and told stories about his life back in Massachusetts was highly entertaining. He was irreverent, funny, opinionated, profane and gentle. His Uncle Bob and I are thankful we knew David and shared some happy times together. Goodbye, David. My memories of you are all good and the last time we texted in August of 2020 you still had your sense of humor and talked of maybe moving out to Colorado. We all long to return to a place and time when we were happy.
David died Monday July 26, 2021 in Massachusetts and will be buried next to his wife Teresa.