My friendship with Dave went back to West Norriton Little League and Marshall Street School. Dave, Jim Marchese, Tom Bennett and I all worked at the Plymouth Meeting Mall and Dave would drive us in his black Studebaker Lark. We hung out as adults at the Saloon in Jeffersonville, the Yankee Doodle in K of P and the Windrift in Avalon. Another good person who passed away to young.
I thought I had seen Dave in the early seventies at Penn State. He looked happy and I always wondered what happened to him. I remember him as a very gentle and nice guy.
I remember Dave and Robert White hanging out together....thought they were two really great guys!! Sorry, Dave, that we never saw each other again after highschool.
Yes, way too young. He signed my yearbook with beautiful large handwriting wishing me the best. He always tried to make me laugh and had a great smile.
Bye 4 now David, we shall meet again in the afterlife in heaven. Ronda
Dave (the red head) was a very good friend from elementary school thru Penn State. We (the guys – Dave, Mike, Jim, Matt, Scott, George, and a few others) would go from Dave’s house to Mary Heiser’s house to meet with the girls (Peggy, Marge, Valerie, Ellen, Carol, Jeanne, and others). Since we were all from the same neighborhood, I recall that we all hung out together after school; at Markley’s swim club; going to movies (car loads to the drive-in); to drinking Rolling Rock and Schmidt's beer; Valley Forge… and just lots and lots of good times. Dave’s mom and dad (and his older brother) always let the gang of us hang in their yard and home.
My best memory of Dave was when the 2 of us drove in Dave’s black Studebaker from Penn State to Nova Scotia for Jim Marchese’s wedding. We were searched for drugs (was there really any of that stuff around in the 60’s and 70’s???) by Canadian customs at the border at 3 AM. Our main topic of conversation was how neither of us was going to get married any time soon and we bet each other $100 – the first one married had to pay the other. To make a long story short, I fell for the maid of honor at the wedding, talked Dave into staying an extra week (it was February and minus 30 degrees with more snow than either of us had ever seen before) so I could be with her, and we were married in May (we’re still together – 33+ years). Needless to say he made me pay up.
David Long was a great guy, a good friend, and I think about him often. May he rest in peace.
Earl H. Hershey Jr
Just a real good guy.James Marchese
He was a friend.Michael P Marchese
My friendship with Dave went back to West Norriton Little League and Marshall Street School. Dave, Jim Marchese, Tom Bennett and I all worked at the Plymouth Meeting Mall and Dave would drive us in his black Studebaker Lark. We hung out as adults at the Saloon in Jeffersonville, the Yankee Doodle in K of P and the Windrift in Avalon. Another good person who passed away to young.Paul W. Meeker
MET DAVE WHEN I CAME TO NORRISTOWN FROM EAST NORRITON. ALWAYS THOUGHT HE WAS A GREAT GUY. HE DIED TOO YOUNG.Ellen Barnett (Stuart)
I thought I had seen Dave in the early seventies at Penn State. He looked happy and I always wondered what happened to him. I remember him as a very gentle and nice guy.Kathryn E. Lawson
I remember Dave and Robert White hanging out together....thought they were two really great guys!!Sorry, Dave, that we never saw each other again after highschool.
Ronda J. Stansbery
Yes, way too young.He signed my yearbook with beautiful large handwriting wishing me the best. He always tried to make me laugh and had a great smile.
Bye 4 now David, we shall meet again in the afterlife in heaven. Ronda
Thomas E. Bennett
Dave (the red head) was a very good friend from elementary school thru Penn State. We (the guys – Dave, Mike, Jim, Matt, Scott, George, and a few others) would go from Dave’s house to Mary Heiser’s house to meet with the girls (Peggy, Marge, Valerie, Ellen, Carol, Jeanne, and others). Since we were all from the same neighborhood, I recall that we all hung out together after school; at Markley’s swim club; going to movies (car loads to the drive-in); to drinking Rolling Rock and Schmidt's beer; Valley Forge… and just lots and lots of good times. Dave’s mom and dad (and his older brother) always let the gang of us hang in their yard and home.My best memory of Dave was when the 2 of us drove in Dave’s black Studebaker from Penn State to Nova Scotia for Jim Marchese’s wedding. We were searched for drugs (was there really any of that stuff around in the 60’s and 70’s???) by Canadian customs at the border at 3 AM. Our main topic of conversation was how neither of us was going to get married any time soon and we bet each other $100 – the first one married had to pay the other. To make a long story short, I fell for the maid of honor at the wedding, talked Dave into staying an extra week (it was February and minus 30 degrees with more snow than either of us had ever seen before) so I could be with her, and we were married in May (we’re still together – 33+ years). Needless to say he made me pay up.
David Long was a great guy, a good friend, and I think about him often. May he rest in peace.