I know all about him. He was a fine old gentleman who lived up the left fork of Rock Creek. He was gentle and kind and knew everybody's birthday on the Creek. He dressed in old-time clothes and wore a felt hat like you might see your great grandfather wear or in a picture. He lived with Mathel Massey and Jack Denney about a mile up the left fork. He was related somehow to Mathel's father, Gilbert if I am correct, or since his name was price, maybe Jess? Price? I don't know exactly how the Prices were related to him.
He was also related to the Prices on the right fork, Tom, Bob and Tom's son Dennis, whom you may recall.
Dave was very shy. He would walk to Sunday school behind the girls a respectful distance so as not to be a bother. The boys teased him mercilessly, but my father told me that if he ever got wind of one of us doing that there would be heck to pay.
I remember him eating dinner with us one evening. He was so pleasant and gentle and showed me great respect although I was just a little boy. He knew that some of the women were a little afraid of him and was very respectful of them. He asked my mother once, "are you scared of me?" She said, "No, Dave, are you scared of me?" And that ended it.
It was the custom in the old days to walk wherever you went. Dave was very old-timey, didn't drive, and knew the woods very well, which allowed him to walk to his cousins' house in the head of the other fork by taking a shortcut through the woods. He died in the woods and it took several days to find him. He was found by Dorse Marshall, Novie Marshall's husband. I think Dorse is spelled right. After he turned up missing it snowed, making searching difficult, but he was much loved and the men never let up until he was found.
Long, long ago...