David Malcolm Walloch Sr.

David Malcolm Walloch Sr. 12-31-1930 to 11-15-2022

It's hard to believe, but Dad has departed us after a long, productive, and loving life. He leaves behind Anne, his adoring wife of 68 years, and 4 sons and their wives, David Jr.(Elaine), Greg (Coleen), Mike (Patricia), and Jeff (Lisa) along with 10 grandchildren (Matthew Corona, Niko Lawrence, Danielle Lawrence, Kayleene Walloch,Bryce Walloch, Shawn (Sammy) Walloch, Mary Carroll Walloch, Elizabeth Walloch, Annalise Walloch, Hannah Walloch), and 3 great grandchildren, Levi Silva, Lyndsie Silva, and Johnnie Walloch.

Dad was born in Seattle to Albert and Dorothy Walloch on December 31st, 1930. He had two older brothers, Albert (Butch) who passed in 2019, and Robert (Bob) who passed in 2021. Dad grew up in the Phinney Ridge section of Seattle, just above Ballard. He spoke often of playing in Woodland Park or riding his bike down to Interbay to watch the steam trains. As a child he spent a lot of time with his beloved aunt and uncle Nora and Harvey Swenson.

Dad graduated from Lincoln High School in 1949 where he was a member of the track team. Even in his forties, Dad could run like the wind and would leave any of us who dared to challenge him well behind. He began studies at The University of Washington that same year as a Geography major and ROTC cadet. He graduated in his uniform and was immediately assigned to the Army Transportation unit based in Fort Eustis, Virginia. It was there that he met Anne Marie Wyatt,the love of his life, a Newport News native who was working at the base as a civilian. They wed May 1st, 1954 and Dad was shipped out to Korea shortly thereafter where he served for 2 years helping with logistics coordination at the port.

Upon discharge from active duty, Dad brought Mom out to Seattle and Dad rejoined Boeing after working there part-time while in high school. Mom worked there too, until their first child was born in 1956. Dad led a busy life, working his way up the ladder into management at Boeing while simultaneously serving in the Army Reserves and helping raise 4 young boys. Between the two, Dad traveled a lot, yet he still found time to be with his family. We all have great memories of camping, fishing, and playing golf with Dad, a sport he loved and played well into his eighties. Mom and Dad were the best parents ever, and we were incredibly privileged to have them guide our lives and show us how fulfilling a happy marriage and family life could be. Eventually, the desire to spend more time with family caused Dad to leave the Army, where he had risen to the rank of Major.

Dad was a driven successful individual, and he spent his entire working career in the aerospace industry, for 23 years at Boeing, and eventually with Sargent Industries and Fairchild/VSI in Southern California. His Dad and grandfather were both pioneers in aviation at Boeing, and Dad followed in their footsteps, always involved in some aspect of commercial aviation or the defense sector. In an industry rife with insider deals and kickbacks, Dad always kept his integrity and dealt with people honestly, firmly, and fairly. There were no back room deals or games with Dad. He was respected and admired because he wouldn't play ball with the companies who offered special favors to guide lucrative contracts in their direction. That honesty and sense of ethics carried over into his personal life as well, and we were all taught that nothing was more important than your integrity and reputation. Dad always walked his talk, and the people that irked him the most were those that were dishonest and scheming.

Upon retirement in 1992, Dad focused on his family and we had many memorable camping and fishing trips to favorite spots like the Mammoth/June Lakes and Dunsmuir areas of California. He played a lot of golf and made sure to travel to see his kids and their families. We had 2 great reunions in Jackson Hole and Truckee and got to spend a lot of quality time together as family. Dad was never shy about telling us we were loved, nor were we in letting him know how much he meant to us. You will never be forgotten, Dad. We will love you forever.

At his request, there will be no formal services and his ashes will be scattered near Stevens Pass, Washington at a special place we all remember from childhood.