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David N. Crowell
June 14, 1939 ~ August 2, 2017 (age 78) 78 Years Old Light a Candle
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Message from JACKSONVILLE ARKANSAS
September 24, 2017 9:07 PM
WE WILL MISS YOU AT OUR 60TH CLASS REUNION. LOVED AND RESPECTED BY ALL..
CLASS OF 1957 JACKSONVILLE HIGH SCHOOL OCTOBER 7, 2017
CLASS OF 1957 JACKSONVILLE HIGH SCHOOL OCTOBER 7, 2017
Message from Oceanic Free Library
August 30, 2017 11:20 AM
On behalf of the staff and volunteers at the Oceanic Free Library (Rumson), we send our sympathy to the family of David Crowell. David was one of our favorite visitors, and we will miss him. He always came in with a smile on his face and a happy comment about the day. The nicest of gentlemen, so kind! Our prayers are with you during this sad and difficult time.
Nanette Reis, Director
Oceanic Free Library
Nanette Reis, Director
Oceanic Free Library
Message from Liz and Ashleigh McIntosh
August 16, 2017 11:55 PM
It was about twenty years ago that Liz and I first met Dave and Laurie Crowell in Tucson, Arizona. The connection, the bond that the four of us formed seemed almost instantaneous, I suppose, because it was. There was no such thing as an issue that we could not discuss, no topic that was off-limits. And we laughed and laughed. It was so obvious to Liz and me, that a certain attribute of our connection with our awesome friends was our shared humor and laughter, openness and honesty.
We grew closer, sharing friendship and companionship, sometimes on almost a daily basis. We spent time in San Diego together, we shared countless dinners together, and we shared our two special friends with other people, as well. Of course we also shared our trials and disappointments with each other. From this we at times drew strength and encouragement.
Dave and Laurie told so many wonderful stories of their travels abroad, their experiences teaching in foreign schools, their shared love of travel, and some of the most hilarious anecdotes that played such a huge part in their lives. They so loved to laugh, and they had an amazing capability of turning what must have been bad news at the time into something that amounted to a learning moment and a humorous story.
The two of them spoke so fondly of their love for Nick and Jen, and John. They were so proud! They also spoke very candidly of their love and need for each other. As in any relationship, the sparks would fly a bit from time-to-time, but that loving bond that held them together always prevailed. Liz and I grew to love Dave and Laurie dearly.
The two of them worked so hard trying to make their lives fulfilling for themselves, their children, and, eventually, their grandchildren. Those of you who knew Dave, know that he selected some interesting work paths, some involving strong ties to history. Dave loved the study of the Greeks and Romans, and the couple loved to explore Greece and its surrounding countries. Dave collected coins from the various realms that interested him, and he became a walking encyclopedia of the history of the kingdoms that created the coins.
Dave was fascinated by the history of the Third Reich, but he was also very sensitive to the barbarism that empire inflicted upon millions of innocents. Dave learned language skills in Greek and German in order to support his interests in those countries, their changing geographies, politics, and economics.
I met Dave at a gun show at the Tucson Fairgrounds. He had a booth at the gun show, and he sold me a wonderful rifle of First World War vintage. For me, this event marked the beginning of a fascinating hobby and a beautiful friendship. My collection has always been modest, but thanks to Dave’s encouragement, my technical library grew, and we shared history.
Dave. My Dear Friend and Brother Dave. I knew when he moved to New Jersey to be with his family, that it was the best move he could make. But Dave’s leaving left a huge void in my life that has never been filled. I guess it never will be until I see him again. I know in my heart of hearts that Dave and Laurie are together again with John, and happiness comes with their togetherness. Probably only Nick and Jen know the loneliness that I feel resulting from Dave’s passing. I suppose it’s pretty presumptive of me to say that, but I miss Davey terribly. In my entire life I have probably had two real friends, apart from Liz and my sister, Frankie. Dave was one of them. I miss you, Dave, and I love you.
Liz and I visited Dave in New Jersey, and he came to see us in Tucson. We have shared many phone calls. We never said “Good-bye” or hung up the phone without saying “I love you.” It was always sincere.
What a wonderful Gentleman Dave was. A true, Southern Gentleman. He always addressed Liz as “Miss Liz,” and he always kissed her hello and good-bye. He positively worshipped his children and grandchildren, as well as the memory of his Dear Laurie.
We took Dave to the Gem show in Tucson during a couple of his visits here. Dave’s experience at the Gem show was driven by his desire to find just the right gifts to bring back for his grandchildren. He made coin books for the kids, and filled the books with rare and vintage coins of empires which had ceased to exist ages ago. He always talked about the children and how proud he was of the little ones. And he was so proud of Nick and Jen and their personal and professional accomplishments!
Dave’s last visit corresponded with a time when I was having complications from my open-heart surgery and follow-on procedures necessitated by the surgery. I remember awakening in my room, and there would be Dave sitting there waiting for me to open my eyes. In the evenings, he would go back to our house and cook wonderful Greek dinners for Liz and Frankie. Liz will never forget his acts of kindness, and always remember him for his sweet generosity. During this challenging time, Dave was Liz’s rudder on a sea of utter chaos.
When together, Davey and I would talk about the rifles and pistols of Germany and Japan. We shared a fascination with the minutia of the markings on the weapons, and when we could not exactly remember the meaning of certain markings, out would come my reference books, and we would prove/disprove our speculations. We especially shared a love for the beautiful German Luger pistol, the Mauser Broom Handle pistol, and the Mauser K98 rifle in its various models and configurations. We would visit gun stores, and go to gun shows. We would pay visits to collectors we knew. Sometimes we traded guns with each other, just so we would have the opportunity of experiencing different pieces. I guess there are not a lot of people who would love our discussions, but we sure did. We could never find enough time to talk of such matters. Thank Heaven for the reference books and the computer!
I miss you so much, Dave. Dave had a terrific sense of humor. He told the wildest stories of growing up in the South. He described the bigotry, the polarized society, the estranged value systems people had. He talked of his grandfather, a doctor, who carried a loaded revolver in his doctor’s satchel.
Dave described coming to Arizona to attend the University of Arizona. Dave developed a taste for good Mexican food, especially Menudo, a soup-like preparation made from pork tripe. Dave loved the dish, and he could eat gallons of the obnoxious stuff. There is a restaurant in South Tucson that Dave would go to as a U. of A. student. He would order the tripe, eat it, and then climb out the restroom window to avoid paying for the meal. What can I say? He was poor student. Davey later made up for that by always insisting that the four of us go to that restaurant for dinner. To my knowledge, he never climbed out of the bathroom window in recent history.
Liz has said so many times that she will always remember Davey as her Southern Gentleman. Davey and I used to joke about being brothers with different mothers.
Our hearts ache for the loss of our Brother and our Southern Gentleman. Vaya con Dios, Davey.
We grew closer, sharing friendship and companionship, sometimes on almost a daily basis. We spent time in San Diego together, we shared countless dinners together, and we shared our two special friends with other people, as well. Of course we also shared our trials and disappointments with each other. From this we at times drew strength and encouragement.
Dave and Laurie told so many wonderful stories of their travels abroad, their experiences teaching in foreign schools, their shared love of travel, and some of the most hilarious anecdotes that played such a huge part in their lives. They so loved to laugh, and they had an amazing capability of turning what must have been bad news at the time into something that amounted to a learning moment and a humorous story.
The two of them spoke so fondly of their love for Nick and Jen, and John. They were so proud! They also spoke very candidly of their love and need for each other. As in any relationship, the sparks would fly a bit from time-to-time, but that loving bond that held them together always prevailed. Liz and I grew to love Dave and Laurie dearly.
The two of them worked so hard trying to make their lives fulfilling for themselves, their children, and, eventually, their grandchildren. Those of you who knew Dave, know that he selected some interesting work paths, some involving strong ties to history. Dave loved the study of the Greeks and Romans, and the couple loved to explore Greece and its surrounding countries. Dave collected coins from the various realms that interested him, and he became a walking encyclopedia of the history of the kingdoms that created the coins.
Dave was fascinated by the history of the Third Reich, but he was also very sensitive to the barbarism that empire inflicted upon millions of innocents. Dave learned language skills in Greek and German in order to support his interests in those countries, their changing geographies, politics, and economics.
I met Dave at a gun show at the Tucson Fairgrounds. He had a booth at the gun show, and he sold me a wonderful rifle of First World War vintage. For me, this event marked the beginning of a fascinating hobby and a beautiful friendship. My collection has always been modest, but thanks to Dave’s encouragement, my technical library grew, and we shared history.
Dave. My Dear Friend and Brother Dave. I knew when he moved to New Jersey to be with his family, that it was the best move he could make. But Dave’s leaving left a huge void in my life that has never been filled. I guess it never will be until I see him again. I know in my heart of hearts that Dave and Laurie are together again with John, and happiness comes with their togetherness. Probably only Nick and Jen know the loneliness that I feel resulting from Dave’s passing. I suppose it’s pretty presumptive of me to say that, but I miss Davey terribly. In my entire life I have probably had two real friends, apart from Liz and my sister, Frankie. Dave was one of them. I miss you, Dave, and I love you.
Liz and I visited Dave in New Jersey, and he came to see us in Tucson. We have shared many phone calls. We never said “Good-bye” or hung up the phone without saying “I love you.” It was always sincere.
What a wonderful Gentleman Dave was. A true, Southern Gentleman. He always addressed Liz as “Miss Liz,” and he always kissed her hello and good-bye. He positively worshipped his children and grandchildren, as well as the memory of his Dear Laurie.
We took Dave to the Gem show in Tucson during a couple of his visits here. Dave’s experience at the Gem show was driven by his desire to find just the right gifts to bring back for his grandchildren. He made coin books for the kids, and filled the books with rare and vintage coins of empires which had ceased to exist ages ago. He always talked about the children and how proud he was of the little ones. And he was so proud of Nick and Jen and their personal and professional accomplishments!
Dave’s last visit corresponded with a time when I was having complications from my open-heart surgery and follow-on procedures necessitated by the surgery. I remember awakening in my room, and there would be Dave sitting there waiting for me to open my eyes. In the evenings, he would go back to our house and cook wonderful Greek dinners for Liz and Frankie. Liz will never forget his acts of kindness, and always remember him for his sweet generosity. During this challenging time, Dave was Liz’s rudder on a sea of utter chaos.
When together, Davey and I would talk about the rifles and pistols of Germany and Japan. We shared a fascination with the minutia of the markings on the weapons, and when we could not exactly remember the meaning of certain markings, out would come my reference books, and we would prove/disprove our speculations. We especially shared a love for the beautiful German Luger pistol, the Mauser Broom Handle pistol, and the Mauser K98 rifle in its various models and configurations. We would visit gun stores, and go to gun shows. We would pay visits to collectors we knew. Sometimes we traded guns with each other, just so we would have the opportunity of experiencing different pieces. I guess there are not a lot of people who would love our discussions, but we sure did. We could never find enough time to talk of such matters. Thank Heaven for the reference books and the computer!
I miss you so much, Dave. Dave had a terrific sense of humor. He told the wildest stories of growing up in the South. He described the bigotry, the polarized society, the estranged value systems people had. He talked of his grandfather, a doctor, who carried a loaded revolver in his doctor’s satchel.
Dave described coming to Arizona to attend the University of Arizona. Dave developed a taste for good Mexican food, especially Menudo, a soup-like preparation made from pork tripe. Dave loved the dish, and he could eat gallons of the obnoxious stuff. There is a restaurant in South Tucson that Dave would go to as a U. of A. student. He would order the tripe, eat it, and then climb out the restroom window to avoid paying for the meal. What can I say? He was poor student. Davey later made up for that by always insisting that the four of us go to that restaurant for dinner. To my knowledge, he never climbed out of the bathroom window in recent history.
Liz has said so many times that she will always remember Davey as her Southern Gentleman. Davey and I used to joke about being brothers with different mothers.
Our hearts ache for the loss of our Brother and our Southern Gentleman. Vaya con Dios, Davey.
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