David Lusignan Ballard was born to Harry Cecil and Adeline Nellie Ballard (née Lusignan) in the Bronx, Bronx County, New York. He was the youngest of three children, one of whom happened to be my Grandmother: [Audrey Florence Best 28 April 1918 - 27 July 2002]. The middle child, another girl, would not survive to meet her baby brother. Edith Vivian Ballard. Little Edith was born 06 March 1926 and passed away 25 May 1927.
My Uncle David served in the Army during the Korean War, and after returning, came home to marry Margaret McCole in 1957. Together, they had three daugthers: Margie, Susan, and Nancy. Together, they raised their family in New York, until they finally retired in West Palm Beach, Florida. He happily spent his time there on the golf courses and went fishing every chance he got. Life was happy and peaceful for him, down there in Florida, but he was missed by those who stayed behind in New York, New Jersey, and Maryland.
Unfortunately, on November 29th, he suffered a massive stroke and passed away early on the morning of the 30th. He is survived by his wife and daughters, as well as by six grandchildren, his neice Diana Martin (née Best) and his nephew, James Best. Also left behind are two great-nephews and three great-neices, all of whom will miss him dearly.
He is once again reunited with his beloved sister, Audrey, whom he had sorely missed since her passing back in 2002. Though one family is now intact, another feels torn apart.
Uncle David and my Grandma shared a special, unbreakable bond. He meant the world to her, and vice versa. After the death of little Edith, three years before Uncle David arrived on the scene, their parents retreated into themselves, often leaving my Grandma in charge. It was, therefore, she who raised him.
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To my beloved and very missed Great-Uncle David
My Great-Uncle David, despite his passing, is still one of my favoriate relatives. Whenever the family got together, Uncle David and I would find the first body of water we could - whether it was my parent's in ground pool or the waters of the Magothy - and would just walk, walk, walk. He was one of the first people to treat me as a child, not a child with ADHD. One of my strongest memories stems from when I was no older than three or four years old. We were out in my backyard when he elicited a promise from me - this was our secret - not to tell my two older brothers. Acting like a spy, complete with looks over the shoulder and giggles from me, he handed me a rolled up tee-shirt and watched closely as I unrolled it. It was a Peanuts tee-shirt and to me it was better than chocolate!
The time spent with both my Uncle (I never referred to him or my Aunt as 'Great Uncle' or 'Great Aunt' - though I used to tease them, saying "To me, you ARE great.") and Aunt were some of the happiest times. My Uncle David got on extremely well and the pair would often disappear to the den where they could blare their favorite tunes (from Beatles to Ray Lynch).
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My Uncle David served in the Army during the Korean War, and after returning, came home to marry Margaret McCole in 1957. Together, they had three daugthers: Margie, Susan, and Nancy. Together, they raised their family in New York, until they finally retired in West Palm Beach, Florida. He happily spent his time there on the golf courses and went fishing every chance he got. Life was happy and peaceful for him, down there in Florida, but he was missed by those who stayed behind in New York, New Jersey, and Maryland.
Unfortunately, on November 29th, he suffered a massive stroke and passed away early on the morning of the 30th. He is survived by his wife and daughters, as well as by six grandchildren, his neice Diana Martin (née Best) and his nephew, James Best. Also left behind are two great-nephews and three great-neices, all of whom will miss him dearly.
He is once again reunited with his beloved sister, Audrey, whom he had sorely missed since her passing back in 2002. Though one family is now intact, another feels torn apart.
Uncle David and my Grandma shared a special, unbreakable bond. He meant the world to her, and vice versa. After the death of little Edith, three years before Uncle David arrived on the scene, their parents retreated into themselves, often leaving my Grandma in charge. It was, therefore, she who raised him.
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To my beloved and very missed Great-Uncle David
My Great-Uncle David, despite his passing, is still one of my favoriate relatives. Whenever the family got together, Uncle David and I would find the first body of water we could - whether it was my parent's in ground pool or the waters of the Magothy - and would just walk, walk, walk. He was one of the first people to treat me as a child, not a child with ADHD. One of my strongest memories stems from when I was no older than three or four years old. We were out in my backyard when he elicited a promise from me - this was our secret - not to tell my two older brothers. Acting like a spy, complete with looks over the shoulder and giggles from me, he handed me a rolled up tee-shirt and watched closely as I unrolled it. It was a Peanuts tee-shirt and to me it was better than chocolate!
The time spent with both my Uncle (I never referred to him or my Aunt as 'Great Uncle' or 'Great Aunt' - though I used to tease them, saying "To me, you ARE great.") and Aunt were some of the happiest times. My Uncle David got on extremely well and the pair would often disappear to the den where they could blare their favorite tunes (from Beatles to Ray Lynch).
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David Lusignan Ballard was born to Harry Cecil and Adeline Nellie Ballard (née Lusignan) in the Bronx, Bronx County, New York. He was the youngest of three children, one of whom happened to be my Grandmother: [Audrey Florence Best 28 April 1918 - 27 July 2002]. The middle child, another girl, would not survive to meet her baby brother. Edith Vivian Ballard. Little Edith was born 06 March 1926 and passed away 25 May 1927.
My Uncle David served in the Army during the Korean War, and after returning, came home to marry Margaret McCole in 1957. Together, they had three daugthers: Margie, Susan, and Nancy. Together, they raised their family in New York, until they finally retired in West Palm Beach, Florida. He happily spent his time there on the golf courses and went fishing every chance he got. Life was happy and peaceful for him, down there in Florida, but he was missed by those who stayed behind in New York, New Jersey, and Maryland.
Unfortunately, on November 29th, he suffered a massive stroke and passed away early on the morning of the 30th. He is survived by his wife and daughters, as well as by six grandchildren, his neice Diana Martin (née Best) and his nephew, James Best. Also left behind are two great-nephews and three great-neices, all of whom will miss him dearly.
He is once again reunited with his beloved sister, Audrey, whom he had sorely missed since her passing back in 2002. Though one family is now intact, another feels torn apart.
Uncle David and my Grandma shared a special, unbreakable bond. He meant the world to her, and vice versa. After the death of little Edith, three years before Uncle David arrived on the scene, their parents retreated into themselves, often leaving my Grandma in charge. It was, therefore, she who raised him.
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To my beloved and very missed Great-Uncle David
My Great-Uncle David, despite his passing, is still one of my favoriate relatives. Whenever the family got together, Uncle David and I would find the first body of water we could - whether it was my parent's in ground pool or the waters of the Magothy - and would just walk, walk, walk. He was one of the first people to treat me as a child, not a child with ADHD. One of my strongest memories stems from when I was no older than three or four years old. We were out in my backyard when he elicited a promise from me - this was our secret - not to tell my two older brothers. Acting like a spy, complete with looks over the shoulder and giggles from me, he handed me a rolled up tee-shirt and watched closely as I unrolled it. It was a Peanuts tee-shirt and to me it was better than chocolate!
The time spent with both my Uncle (I never referred to him or my Aunt as 'Great Uncle' or 'Great Aunt' - though I used to tease them, saying "To me, you ARE great.") and Aunt were some of the happiest times. My Uncle David got on extremely well and the pair would often disappear to the den where they could blare their favorite tunes (from Beatles to Ray Lynch).
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My Uncle David served in the Army during the Korean War, and after returning, came home to marry Margaret McCole in 1957. Together, they had three daugthers: Margie, Susan, and Nancy. Together, they raised their family in New York, until they finally retired in West Palm Beach, Florida. He happily spent his time there on the golf courses and went fishing every chance he got. Life was happy and peaceful for him, down there in Florida, but he was missed by those who stayed behind in New York, New Jersey, and Maryland.
Unfortunately, on November 29th, he suffered a massive stroke and passed away early on the morning of the 30th. He is survived by his wife and daughters, as well as by six grandchildren, his neice Diana Martin (née Best) and his nephew, James Best. Also left behind are two great-nephews and three great-neices, all of whom will miss him dearly.
He is once again reunited with his beloved sister, Audrey, whom he had sorely missed since her passing back in 2002. Though one family is now intact, another feels torn apart.
Uncle David and my Grandma shared a special, unbreakable bond. He meant the world to her, and vice versa. After the death of little Edith, three years before Uncle David arrived on the scene, their parents retreated into themselves, often leaving my Grandma in charge. It was, therefore, she who raised him.
~*~*~*~*~
To my beloved and very missed Great-Uncle David
My Great-Uncle David, despite his passing, is still one of my favoriate relatives. Whenever the family got together, Uncle David and I would find the first body of water we could - whether it was my parent's in ground pool or the waters of the Magothy - and would just walk, walk, walk. He was one of the first people to treat me as a child, not a child with ADHD. One of my strongest memories stems from when I was no older than three or four years old. We were out in my backyard when he elicited a promise from me - this was our secret - not to tell my two older brothers. Acting like a spy, complete with looks over the shoulder and giggles from me, he handed me a rolled up tee-shirt and watched closely as I unrolled it. It was a Peanuts tee-shirt and to me it was better than chocolate!
The time spent with both my Uncle (I never referred to him or my Aunt as 'Great Uncle' or 'Great Aunt' - though I used to tease them, saying "To me, you ARE great.") and Aunt were some of the happiest times. My Uncle David got on extremely well and the pair would often disappear to the den where they could blare their favorite tunes (from Beatles to Ray Lynch).
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