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David Walter Frykman, age 57, a Fort Bragg resident, went to be with his Lord, on Thursday, Sept. 17, 2009. Survived by wife, Robin. David served in the US Air Force Reserve for four years and then grauduated from Humboldt State University, Arcata, with a bachelor's degree in forestry. He worked for Louisiana-Pacific Corporation at Red Bluff and then Fort Bragg, until its sale in 1998 to Mendocino Redwood Company. After the sale, he continued his forestery career with MRC. David was known for developing labor saving programs that enabled foresters to be more efficient, as well as for being a mentor to the younger foresters.
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Kitty Whipple (Harrington)
Oh, I am so sad to hear about Dave. I had a big crush on him in 9th grade. I was hoping he'd be at the reunion.I remember he had this great smile and was so darned cute!!!
We shared a few dances at Jordan.
One dance was where we all dressed up in Greek clothes. I got to dance with Dave at that one. I had so much fun.
Rest in peace, Dave. You are missed.
Pete Keesling
All those years hiking and camping. 50-milers that went more than that. Running the hills at the Remmel ranch. Sneaking into camp with some salami and cheese, because the food they fed us wasn't so good. I never forgot those times, Dave. Never will.Steve A. Morse
I remember Dave from our days in Troop 48, monthly camp-outs and those 50 mile (+) summer hikes. One of those hikes a small group of us "experienced" scouts were allowed to go off on our own side trip for a couple of days. We caught a bunch of trout and Dave built a smoker for preserving them. He was a crack shot and a great angler. I'm missing you Dave.
Susan Cummings (Howard)
Dave was a sweetheart -- an excellent social studies neighbor and my graduation party date!
Cindy Johnson (Gobin)
I'm Russ Johnson, Paly class of 1973, a few years behind Dave. I was a member of scout troop 48, along with Dave Frykman, also, his dad (Walt) was an adult leader of the troop. I have very fond memories of Davy Frykman and his exceptional family. Dave was always so helpful and kind, and skilled in scouting and outdoors matters. I spent the summer of 1976 at Camp Oljato (Stanford Area Council, Boy Scouts of America), on a construction crew that built the infirmary and boat house at the camp. Walt Frykman (Dave's Dad) was the general contractor in charge of the projects. Walt donated all his time (the entire summers of 1975 and 1976) to the scout projects. Dave was on the team also, along with me, my brother (Dave Johnson), and several others. It was such a great experience, with such great and caring people. They really made a huge difference to all those scouts, donating all that time to make the camp such an awesome place. Dave always worked super hard and always had a positive, upbeat, and inspirational attitude.
Other fond memories include the high sierra trip with the scouts. Dave was always a leader and a great outdoorsman. I also remember great times at the Remmel ranch with Dave and other members of Troop 48. Dave loved the outdoors, and was great at carpentry.
I haven't seen Dave since the Summer of 1976, but think of him often. He was truly a role model and a great person.
We miss you Dave and Walt -- You represent the very best.
Dan K. Walker
I remember Dave way back when we were classmates in kindergarten. He lived around the corner and down a couple of houses. That was when we both lived in Menlo Park. We were very good friends in grade school at Willow elementary School in Menlo Park. I remember playing with Tonka Truck's a bunch and building roads and such in either his or my back yard. I remember his father having a really awesome Jeep PU. Dave thought his dad walked on water and the two of them seemed to have a really close relationship, even back then, Dave's parents had a cabin in the Santa Cruz Mountains and one weekend they invited me to spend the weekend with them. The thing I remember most about that weekend was the night that we were sleeping in one of the bunk beds and Dave was on the top bunk. I was on the bottom bunk and during the night, I witnessed Dave rolling out of the top bunk in his sleep and falling flat on the floor. He started to moan and groan in a very sleepy state. He just got up and crawled back in his bunk. I asked him the next morning if he remembered what happened and he said that he remembered nothing. Even back then, Dave was a very outdoors and athletic type of fellow. He will be missed to say the least.