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Dr. Daniel Walting Sr.

Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania

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D r. Daniel A. Walting Sr., 79, of Tilbury Terrace, West Nanticoke, died Saturday evening at the Hospice Unit of Geisinger South Wilkes-Barre after a brief illness. Born on Sept. 28, 1927, in Nanticoke, Dr. Walting was a son of Paul and Susan (Kanyuch) Walting. While attending Nanticoke High...

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Lois, I was saddened to hear of Dan's passing when I talked to Richard this past weekend. Dan was one of my earliest dentist's but I most remember Dan for his love of St. John's and the many things he has done to keep that church in great shape. I am sure the congregation will sorely miss him..

Cheryl and I want to convey our sincerest sympathies to you and the Walting family on Dan's passing. We learned the news when we returned from Europe yesterday and are so sorry we were unable to attend the funeral. As indicated by my brother Mark's note in this guest book, and Bob and Ellen's attendance, we all feel the loss greatly. Dan was a shining light for the family in more ways than I can convey. My earliest memories, too, revolved around the summers spent in Nanticoke, and most...

Dear Mrs. Walting,
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family at this sad time. Dr. Walting was an extraordinary man and will be deeply missed by many. He holds a very special place in the hearts of the Davises.
Sincerely,
Shirley Davis-Newhart

To lighten your burden, we share in your loss. Thomas and Ruth L. Tomasco.

My deepest sympathy to Dr. Waltings family. He was one of the kindest persons I ever met. And a wonderful dentist. He was mine and my mom's dentist. I know he will be deeply missed.
Rest in Peace Dr. Walting.

Dear Lois, Children, Paul and Judy,

Ann, Brittany, Matthew and I send our deepest sympathies. My thoughts return to those trips we made to Nanticoke from East Greenbush when I was a youngster and I would listen to my Dad and Paul and Dan sit on the back porch at 712 and regale each other in stories of growing up in Nanticoke. I remember the hilarious laughter and the pungent smell of cigar smoke, from the three of them. In all my years, I never saw my Dad enjoy himself more than...