C. David Loeks

I remember his big hearty laugh, the mischievous twinkle in his eye, his incredible facility with language, his anything is possible way of seeing life. Uncle Dave loved telling stories. One day at a dinner at Derk's house he told me a story of his childhood in East Grand Rapids. He and my Dad, who were quite young were standing watching the street get dug up by tractors. At breaktime my Dad marched over to the workers, extending his hand saying, "Hello, I'm Jack Loeks." Uncle Dave loved...

I will always remember our surprised delight when Uncle Dave arrived at our wedding by kayak. He greeted us by walking up the steps from the beach with his kayak on his back!

The whole wedding weekend, he enthralled all the kids by telling amazing stories about his Swiss Army knife and how each tool in it had rescued him from near-certain death. The bandolier of markers he carried, so that he would be always prepared for any picure drawing opportunity, amused and inspired...