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June 19, 2019

It was weird to not call you on Father’s Day and today on your birthday.  You are loved and missed.  I hope you’re having a party in heaven! 

Sports Fan Dave

February 17, 2019

I will miss the many conversations we had discussing the regional sports teams.  My favorite and one of Dave's were the Zags.  I always enjoyed his wit and humor.  A great guy, I will miss him.

My blankie

February 17, 2019

My uncle Dave and aunt Cora gave me the best baby gift. I still have, and cherish, pieces of that blanket.


February 14, 2019

I will miss talking sports with my father-in-law Dave. He was always super sharp and up to date on all of the happenings in the world of sports. We both wish that we could've watched the Mariners make the playoffs but were happy the Seahawks have been a great team lately. We always talked about golf a lot as well and he enjoyed following the career of one of my high school friends who is a PGA tour pro. I'll miss not being able to chat with him about these things but know he's somewhere rooting for his favorite WA teams. 

February 12, 2019
  • My name is Kermit! I am the youngest of the 5 brothers. My memories of brother Dave start later because of the age difference.11 years.He did hit it right on the button on the Beatles arrival. Dave has always had the flair for fun. I went out to the Horton farm that our dad was  custom cutting to spend the day. Dave was the truck driver while Bob and  dad did the work on the combine. On our way in to Dusty to unload he would just catch the  cones on the painted lines with the truck tires and shoot them in to ditch!! He was good at it!  But the best part was stopping to get grape milk shakes.When I was in high school playing in a district championship game in basketball, he was there as always cheering on his younger brother. I always blamed him for distracting me . He was cheering us on and me with him. In my jubilation I fouled that ended up putting us into a triple overtime game. Thank goodness we won.I still remember him standing on the top bleacher with fists raised high in victory.He distracted! Haha! He was a great big brother..I think he gave me the love for pretty shiny cars!  His first 1955 Chevy was a dream.  Polished and fast!! Dave always had our backs as a big brother. He once chased down an opposing coach that 
  • Dave felt had run the score up on his little brother's team. That was one time I had to rescue him !  Also Dave gave me the love for the Dodgers! He would sit in his bedroom night after night keeping score on his self-made score sheets listening to Vin Scully and the Dodgers.Our later visits with Dave were so special. His great smile and sense of humor always made us welcome. His mind was always so sharp.We cannot get time back but I wish I had spent more time with him! He definately brought sunshine to everyday! Much like his mother Edna. Miss you brother and thank you!! One last memory..our mother did not have alot of earthly treasures..her family and faith took care of that. But she did have a beautiful anniversary clock that sat on the television. Brother Bob and Dave got into a wrestling match, as brothers do, and tipped the tv and broke the clock!! Mom showed alot of grace that day and who and what was most important in this life. It is nice to reminisce..I do believe that God gives us great memories after losing a loved one. For that I am thankful!! Oh, I forgot to thank Dave for all the nice shoes and clothes I got to wear when I was in high school as I became the same size as him! Wing tips and saddle shoes..hard to beat that!

Brother Dave

February 11, 2019

My name is Marvin and I am David’s third brother and fifth of six siblings. We moved to Lacrosse from the farm in 1953. All nine of us lived in a  two bedroom house. David, Bob and Jurgen spent the first fall and winter sleeping in an unheated garage that was unattached from the house. Today that would be abuse, but that is what you did in those days to survive. 

I remember after Dave and Cora were married, they and their three children moved to Pullman where David worked for his Mycklebust Uncle and cousins at there campus store on the WSU campus. Mom, Dad and Kermit and I went to Pullman to visit them and David took us on a tour of the campus store. David picked up a record album of these shaggy haired group from Liverpool, England and told us that this was going to be the biggest group ever. We should have bought every Beatle album he had in the store. 
Marilyn and I stopped in to visit David and Cora a few times in Othello. . One time he barbecued steaks and when our steaks were cooked the way we liked them, he put his on for a two count, flipped it over another two seconds and then was ready to eat it. It was warmer when it was still on the cow. 
David and I both had a love of model airplanes. Inherited it from our Uncle Howard. On one of our visits he gave me a couple of the unfinished planes he had. I still have them and they are still unfinished. 
I know David loved his Cougars, his Seahawks, Mariners and most of all his family. All of them. 
I know he lived life to its fullest and even the last time Kermit and I saw him in Richland a few days before he died, he still could remember names of people he has known his whole life. He had a special way with numbers and people. 
Rest In Peace Brother David. The world was a better place with you in it. 

A note from Miciah

February 11, 2019

Its been hard to say goodbye to the man who raised me, My Papa Dave.  He didn’t want a funeral but I thought this would be a good way to memorialize him.  Here's what I remember about him:

He was devoted to his wife, my grandma Cora, and to his job and his people at Taggares where he worked for 47 years. He had strong ties to Othello where he lived the past 50 years and the Colfax/Lacrosse area where he was born and raised, and where his siblings still reside. He loved his family; Ronda, Jessie, Windy, his brothers and sisters, his mom, and the many more friends he considered family, especially his Taggares family. When I was 5, & my mom died, he and my grandma adopted me. He did his best to be there for me my whole life & I am grateful for that as I definitely threw him some curveballs. He always made it clear that he loved me anyways. He could be rough around the edges & did things his own way but he was a good man who developed strong relationships with many in his community.

He worked hard and played hard and beat many odds over the years. He surprised me years ago when he finally quit drinking and never looked back after decades of alcoholism. He surprised everyone even more when he beat advanced small cell lung cancer and lived almost ten years past the doctors predictions, cancer free. He had a strong will that kept him going & I am grateful to have had as much time with him as I did. While there is a lot more to say... I just keep thinking about the following quote. If you knew him, especially in his glory, you might understand why. 

“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body. But rather, to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up,totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming .... WOW what a ride.”

Hunter S Thompson

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