This page is dedicated to and about my Family

I was born in Australia on 4-20-61.
I have 8 brothers and one sister.
We moved to the United States when I was a year old.

I met my late wife in High School. I graduated in 79 and we were married 10-11-79.
We had our twin sons in 1980-New Years babies, the first ones in Conn. that year.
David Jr. and Kris.
Our daughter Jessica was born on 2/3/1982.
My wife Connie, died on 7-16-86

My kids...

Jessica (Mrs.Brian Kyowski)
Darrell Ashton ..grandson Foster Family

Dad
Ivan Foster
Passed away on 11-6-73

Mom
Betsy Gibb Foster

Jeremy (Jerrie)*8/1 (m Sylvia)

Daniel (Danny)*2/6(m Lisa)

Brian (m Madeline)*3/8

David (me! Davy)*4/20

Barry*4/18 ( m Debbie)

Larry*1/18 to 7/18/1988

William (Billie)*9/1 to 8/10/95

Michael (Mick)*5/1

Thalia (Only sister)*3/6

Jonathon (Jon)*10/5

Sean and

Kevin (KC)*Twins..11/6 (m Lisa)

The Living Years

Every generation
-blames the one before,
And all of their frustrations come
beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner to all my
Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears

I just wish I could have told him in
the living years

Crumpled bits of paper filled with
imperfect thought~stilted conversations,
I'm afraid that's all
we've got
You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
-you just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late
when we die to admit we don't
see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness
that lasts
So Don't
yield to the fortunes you
sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up,
and don't give in You may
just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late
when we die
To admit we don't
see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning..
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year I'm sure
I heard his echo in my baby's
new born tears

I just wish I could have told him
in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late
when we die to admit we don't
see eye to eye

Email: HTSDavy@webtv.net