As Uncle Daves oldest nephew born in 1958 I have many memories dating back as far as '62- '63 on the farm. Milking cows, playing in the hay stacks in the barn, riding ponies and horses. Always learning from Dave and uncle Ted. Later, shooting pool in the basement, shooting guns at cans and bottles out back and then hunting pheasant while learning gun safety, getting roughed up in homemade tree swings. The uncles used us as guinea pigs, but we always knew they loved us. After moving away and coming back to the farm for summer visits uncle Dave always had motorcycles and dirt bikes that he taught us how to ride in the back 40. I could never beat him in checkers or chess and that made me mad and competitive. He always showed that he cared for us kids. A good man, gone too soon!! RIP Uncle Dave..:(