David Martin Gammeter

Uncle David

This is the one memory that has stuck with me from my childhood is when all the cousins were visiting Grandma Rose and Grandpa Lester at their house out in the country of Madison, WI. Are ages range from 5-6 and 10-12. David had come to the house with Jamie and Peter and Aunt Kathy while Aunt Linda, Uncle Ron with cousins John Michael, Katreena and Elizabeth was there visiting as well. My family was there too. Henri, myself and Julia with Wanda and Lester. I believe it was around Easter time and uncle David decided to take us for a ride in his black jeep that he had then. All the kids climbed in to the jeep. He gave us turns sitting on his lap and steering the jeep while he did the shifter and pedals. there was alot of mud back behind the house and grandpas shed. It was the one time all of us (cousins ) we together and we all had a blast. That is the most memorable memory that I have of Uncle David. We will miss you very much. Karen Blindt

My favorite Memories of hanging out with uncle david are not just from my child hood but also from my adult hood as well...When I was around 7 or 8 he would takes me and Karen for a spin in his jeep at the rock quarry and we would be going through all the mud and he would have us think we got stuck then as if by a miracle we would get unstuck ....As for when I was a adult ,I remember coming back from Dessert Shield/Dessert Storm to visit everyone and he had me over to visit with him and peter, then he Ask peter and I to come up with a solution to get rid of his wasp problems....So with a smile I told him we would shoot the wasp nest down with pellet rifles

I have two memories to share. The first is around the same time as Karen's post. It was late on a cloudy dark night, and the cousins were all playing ghost in the graveyard or hide and seek, and hiding in the old shed at the foot of the driveway, at the house that Grandpa built. Out of nowhere a huge bang with grunting and growling was heard, scaring the literal crap out of everyone inside. No one would go outside to look, until finally we all ran into the house, scared out of our wits. We were talking bears and cougar's, and trying to get an adult to come look as well. In the end, the truth came out, David had snuck out and thrown branches on top, and been the one making the noises. I'm not sure any of us made it out again that night. The other memory is a lesson I have never forgotten. I was spending the night at David's and Kathy's, with Jamie and Peter. After a day of riding Jamie's pit bike around, and climbing the tree, break-dancing and listening to Michael Jackson and Quiet Riot LP's, we retired to the basement for some hide and seek. David warned us to not touch the center supports, as they were wrapped in un-faced insulation. Eventually we forgot, and that night was the most horrible scratchy could not sleep miserable night of my life, only superseded by by several while I was in the Corp. For this, I thank you Uncle David, as I have always since had the utmost respect for insulation and its effects on skin. Thank you for your service to your country, and for your chosen profession. You will always be in my memories and may God rest your soul

My memory is from the summer we lived with Grandma and Grandpa Gammeter, in I believe 1984. My brother John and I decided to run away together and figured that Uncle David's house was a good destination. We walked down the road and up another flanked by corn fields. It was hot out and after a mile or so we started wondering just how far away his house was by foot. We made the not-so-wise choice to hitchhike and were given a ride by some kindly person. I don't remember if we made it to his house or were just returned home. I also remember having a sleepover at David's house one night. We though he was so cool because in the evening we played on his fancy new gaming system, an Atari. We played in his backyard. I watched my brother and cousins Jamie and Peter ride a dirt bike, but was told I couldn't ride it because I was a girl. Then we started playing on David's climbing bars, getting competitive over what we each could or could not do. I was trying to pull myself up, and swing my legs up to the bars like the boys were doing. David tried to give me a boost, then concluded, "You can't do it because your butt's too big." All the boys thought that was pretty funny that he said the word butt.