Foster S. Davis

I met Foster Stone Davis (Tony) in Korea circa 1960. We were both assigned to an army Hawk Missile battalion. He had been drafted, I had enlisted when the loss of my student deferment elicited a draft notice. He was the battalion mail clerk; I was a missile technician. Seemingly not much in common, except that we shared a similar distaste for the military and did our best to rebel and test the limits of the system. His statement was wearing red socks with his uniform. When I had my pass...

Every time I sit down to write I hear Foster's words: "I write to think."
Writing clarifies my world and I have Foster to thank for that.

Jody

I do not know Forster personally but I am told he was just a fine guy on the pen. Iyt is too sad that journalism had lost another son at this time when we needed them most. Jia Kangbai Freetown Sierra Leone Publisher and Managing Editor THE PROGRESS ONLINE

Foster was a wonderful husband to my dear sister, more than a brother-in-law to me, and a doting uncle to my children. He is well loved by our entire family, and his presence in our family had a profound impact on us all. I believe that we can best honor his love and his influence on our lives by emulating him. So, to all who read this, consider that you too could honor Foster by...
...appreciating the value of persons of diverse cultures, races and beliefs...
...facing an...

This is a tribute to Foster S.Davis, may your spirit bless many other youngsters like me who are aspirant journalists. Journalism is a very difficult job and for you to have been in the profession for this long has encouraged some of us to want to give as much you did into the profession.

Lala Kahle Baba. Go well.

I was a clerk-reporter at the Rock Hill bureau of The Charlotte Observer. Not very high up the journalism food chain. Foster noticed my passion for writing; years later, I still refer to his notes. And they, as much as anything, help keep that spark alive as I continue tap-tapping away.
Hamba Kahle.

I met Foster when he visited The Star-Ledger newsroom to conduct a seminar for our editors a while back. The session had a lasting impression on me and a lot of other editors. A dynamic teacher and obviously a good editor and a good man. Thanks, Foster....

Last August, after I heard Foster was sick, I opened the drawer next to my computer at work and pulled out two letters I haven’t read in a while.

One is dated Jan. 9, 1989 and addressed to someone I hoped would hire me. She didn’t (just as well, it turned out), but the letter was a masterpiece of validation for me. “…She is conscientious, alert and gifted. Under difficult conditions, she was one of the bright lights in our expanded and important network of news bureaus… She is on a...

DETROIT FREE PRESS
Copyright (c) 1998, Detroit Free Press

DATE: April 21, 1998
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SOURCE: SUSAN AGER

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