February 14, 1936 – June 16, 2018
Dave was born and raised in Corsicana, Texas, and was the only child of W. D. and Lottie Lamb. He married DeWitt Rush of Decatur, Texas, and they spent most of their professional lives in Carrollton, Texas, where they raised a son, Wister David Lamb III, and a daughter, Kelly Timberlake Lamb McDonald. He was also a grandfather to Sophia Lamb (15), Stanton McDonald (15) and Hunter McDonald (14). Dave and DeWitt retired to Lake Conroe in 2003 where he spent the remainder of his life before passing away at age 82. He was preceded in death by his son-in-law, Stan McDonald.
Dave grew up in a time when boys could be boys and children could explore and do. He had an incredibly rich childhood, and his youth was filled with many exploits. Wherever Dave went, adventure followed! He attended SMU as an art major and was a member of the Phi Delta Theta fraternity. He later served in the US Army. As an inventor, innovator and entrepreneur he started several businesses including The Lamb Sprinkler Company, The Lamb Corporation – an underground horizontal boring equipment manufacturer, Under Construction – an underground cable company, and The Corkscrew – a wine store in Denton, Texas.
Dave was young at heart and full of life. Dogs and children always gravitated toward him, and as one friend put it, “he’s the only one of us who never grew up!” He always found fun things to do with his children and grandchildren, many of which involved things he made for or with them. In their first home his children have fond memories of the elaborate multi-level castle he built in their formal living room. (Unbeknownst to them, the castle was much less expensive than furniture!) His grandchildren’s favorite toys often came right from his workshop. Dave was a faithful husband to his wife of 54 years, always supportive of her interests, philanthropies and of her travels with friends. He was also a loyal and dear friend to many throughout his lifetime.
Although most at home in one of his many workshops, Dave pursued numerous interests over the years, most of which began in his youth. He loved fishing, hunting, shooting targets and firing his cannons. He was a gun and ballistics enthusiast and a member of the Dallas Gun Club. He loved boats and motorcycles and could shoot a mean game of pool. He was a private pilot and loved building and flying model air planes and kites. He was also an avid collector of antique gasoline engines. In short, Dave Lamb was a man who could do just about anything he set his mind to. With his passing, lost is his ingenuity, his knack for engineering and his wealth of mechanical knowledge.
Dave will be remembered for his story telling, good nature and sense of humor, and his family and friends will miss him dearly.
A celebration of his life will be held on Saturday, June 23rd, from noon-2pm at Seven Leguas at 15949 Highway 105 W in Montgomery, Texas (formerly Fajita Jacks on the south side of 105). In lieu of flowers please send donations to the Assistance League of Montgomery County, 126 N San Jacinto Street, Conroe, TX 77301.
- Celebration of Life Saturday, June 23, 2018
June 21, 2018
Big David was one of my favorite people on earth. I don't ever remember a facial expression of his that wasn't some form of smile. Even when he was concentrating and working on something he was smiling. His stories were always poignant and hilarious -- being in his company caused you to (at a minimum) smile as well.
He took me on my first saltwater fishing trip (departing out of Port Aransas) with Little David when we were perhaps 10 years old. Even though the weather was rough and most of us got seasick, that was definitely the highlight of my summer. One of my favorite memories as an adult was the week in 2005 that he and little David spent with me in Florida. Not only was I able to return the favor and host him on a deep sea fishing trip on my boat, but I was able to spend a week with my great friend Little David and Big David who was just so joyous and fun.
I can say without hesitation that there is nobody I would rather be stranded on a desert island with than him. He would entertain you to the point that the situation didn't really seem that bad, would be completely selfless in sharing whatever he had, and would probably figure out a way get off the island.
I am very sad that I won't be able to create any new ones, but treasure those unforgettable memories I have of him.