Bobby and I were extremely close friends especially grades 8-10. So many of my "coming of age" memories of those years involve him. We managed to get into plenty of mischief and seemed to laugh for years. He was hilarious. We skipped school to ride the bus to DC and lie our way into adult theaters, marauded through the Smithsonian, and ran up the Washington Monument with Joe Pickett. We were constantly obsessed with girls girls girls and forever compared notes on the subject, like the guys in "Summer of 42". He had this smile that seemed irresistible to them. He was an able wingman on a couple of blind double dates I dragged him to so I could get the girl. A true pal. His charm easily carried him between all the various groups in junior high, a friend to all. Do you remember he sang lead in a band in 9th grade, the "Changing Times"? I was supposed to be in that band but didn't yet have a guitar. I think the only gig was a sock hop. That year Bobby and I were the MCs for the talent show and we laughed our way through that one too. The big act was two guys singing the theme from the "Green Berets" and "Batman". Funny what you remember. I know I regrettably lost track of him after he left SHS after 10th grade I think, and have thought about him a zillion times. Now I will bear the regret that I didn't reach out to him the last time I thought of him. Remember the hard lesson I've learned over the years - you rarely get a second chance to do the right thing. Love you Bobby. You helped shape who I am. As long as I have memories, you will live in them. Dave
Barbara helped me pass Algebra 2 with Colonel Cooper. I sat next to her
and she was very generous in looking over my homework and helping me find the answers to the the problems I could not solve on my own.
This wonderful girl took a piece of my heart in 9th grade and never let it go. I can still remember our first date, to see "Ten Little Indians" at the Andrews theater. She was the cutest little thing you ever saw, and so genuine and kind. I'm sure she hadn't a mean bone in her body. She is intertwined in so many of my Surrattsville memories, building homecoming floats, dances, track & cross country scorekeepers. Look at this great photo of her pretending to cross the finish line with Carrie Jesse, Susan Miller, Gerri Stalnaker and Terry Profilet. We stayed in touch over the years, meeting up a few times. She even came to Miami to console me after my first wife passed away in 1995. I'll never forget her standing at the airport with her long blonde hair blowing in the wind. So beautiful. Such a good friend, getting my house to rights, playing with my daughter, and putting a patch or two on my broken heart. I don't think she ever stopped being a hippie. Or being lovable. Even though I haven't seen you in years, I will miss you forever. Love, Dave
From Carrie Jessee Loftus on November 5th, 2018
Melissa was my dearest friend. Both of us took a break from our college experience and lived with a household of folks in Orlando FL. We worked as the first employees at Walt Disney World! Over the years there were visits to each other's locations. She only missed one of my many abodes, but I stayed at all three of hers! We shared letters, postcards (all saved and often re-read), phone calls, texts, and even a boyfriend!
She was a big influencer in my life. She enjoyed and respected what this world offered and gave back a gentle sweetness. She had so many friends and I am lucky to have been one of them. Her time with us was too short and I miss her every day. I always think of Sweet Melissa with the phrase "If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever."
From Terry Profilet Constable on October 21st, 2018
Lee Ann and I'd kept in touch always after that life-changing summer of 1969 in Atlantic City, NJ, when Lee, Debbie Reese, Nora Nugent and I went there for the summer, oestensibly so that Lee and Dave Errickson could be together. Little did we know it would cause our lives to change. sometimes with turbulence-- it was definitely a defining moment. Lee and I'd come together at her parents' home in Sherwood Forest several times a year after that. Our lives diverged but we be in contcact by phone. Bryan, Heather, Billy and I moved to Portland, OR, in 1992, but Lee and I didn't let the daily ins and outs of raising families and working get in the way. We began meeting in Golden, Co, in October, where Barbara had moved, to celebrate Babs' birthdays and do girl things together. Today, October 21, is the fifth anniversary of her passing. Barbara passed away a few weeks later. These two kind women were a great influence on me, and their love saw me through some tough times. Terry
<span style="" p="" lashley="" ii="" caret-color:"="">Suddenly on December 13, 2003, of Brandywine, MD, the beloved husband of Deanna L. Mann; loving father of Kelli Leigh, Kristen April and Lashley Harold Mann III;
Rock Springs Daily Rocket-Miner, Jun 23, 1990
SCOTT CHARLES SHAMBECK
Memorial services for Scott Charles Shambeck were conducted Monday, June 18, at the Vase Flaming Gorge Chapel in Green River.
Shambeck, 40, 550 East Flaming Gorge Way, Green River, was found dead in a local Green River Motel at about 11:30 a.m. Saturday, May 26.
According to Sweetwater County Coroner Dale S. Majhanovich, Shambeck died at about 9 a.m. Saturday and an autopsy performed revealed that Shambeck died from an apparent accidental head injury that was about one week old.
A resident of Green River since 1975 and former resident of Fontenelle, Shambeck was born in Munich, Germany, Feb. 26, 1950, the son of C.H. “Scotty” and Phyllis Anderson Shambeck. He attended schools in Maryland and was a graduate of the Surattesville High School with the class of 1968. He married the former Linda Kakowski in Green River on Aug. 24, 1979.
Shambeck had worked for the Stauffer Chemical Company as a mine mechanic.
Survivors include his wife, Linda of Ferndale, Mich.; his father and stepmother, Charles and Joyce Shambeck of Oakton, Va.; two sons, Erin Shawn Shambeck and Bryan Edward Shambeck, both of Ferndale, Mich.; one daughter, Sara Dawn “Willow” Shambeck of Florida; one brother, Clark Shambeck of Oakton, Va.; one sister, Mrs. John (Brooke) Nolan of McGaheysville, Va. and several nieces and nephews.
Shambeck was preceded in death by his mother.
Kathy and I were very good friends in high school. She was cute, petite and funny, and we had many laughs together. I have fond memories of going to her house after school where we would do homework, smoke cigarettes and talk about boys. I remember Kathy hated her given name Hester and always said “Why would anyone name their child Hester?” Come to find out, it was a family name! Kathy’s family took me on vacation with them the summer after graduation and we stayed at a big beach house on the Chesapeake Bay. We had some great times as we embarked on the next chapter of our lives post-graduation. Later that summer, Kathy began employment as a legal secretary in Upper Marlboro and she was able to get me a part time job in her office until I went off to college at the University of Md in the fall. I saw Kathy one time after I started college. She had just gotten married and I met her husband and we reminisced about old times and caught up on what we’d been doing. As so often happens with childhood friends, life took us down different paths and we lost touch after that. I was very saddened when I heard of her passing some years later. Like many others in our class, Kathy was taken from us far too soon. RIP my dear friend.
i was with Larry the night before he died. My college roommate and I had come to my home in between final exams. Larry and Judy Miller were to have a picnic the next day to plan their future. He really loved Judy and I remember heading back to Richmond being very happy for him. This past week I spent some time on the Chesapeake Bay and I couldn't help wondering what he would have done in life, would he and Judy got married, and how many kids would he would have had. Larry was a very special person in my life. No truer friend. I would give anything if he, Dave, and I could sit down and have a beer and remember all the crazy things we did.