David Marshall Boegehold

October 29, 1959January 2, 2021

David Marshall Boegehold was born on October 29, 1959 and passed away on January 2, 2021 and is under the care of Dartmouth Funeral Home.

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Patrice Newman

January 18, 2021

I remember first noticing David in Providence, when I was in middle school and maybe he was in high school, walking through the Moses Brown field that is good for sledding in some mid-week, late afternoon hour. His long blond hair, quiet, thoughtful and extremely interesting demeanor were unmissable. A few years later, when Alison and I became best friends through high school gymnastics, I got to know how caring David was, when he often offered Alison candid-verging-on-vehement opinions on our various exploits and choices. Through and beyond those years, I respected David’s independent views and some iconoclastic disruptive qualities. Joining Peter Everett in remembering the four of us one cloudy afternoon driving to Barney’s Joy in the Karmann Ghia. It was also so clear always then and later how lucky Alison was to have such an older brother—observant, funny, respectful, iconoclastic and loving.

Julie Warrington

January 10, 2021

Dear Aunt Julie and Family,
Michael and I are so very sorry to hear about the loss of my great cousin.
He was a very kind hearted gentleman.
When we saw him 5 years we shared many memories of our childhood from Greece and Italy and South Dartmouth.

Peter Everett

January 10, 2021

I received the sad news today. Although I had not been in touch recently, I spent a great deal of childhood/teenage/young adult years two doors down back on Barnes St. It is hard to reduce all of that time to a blurb. Some memories and hijinks: neighborhood street games, high school trip to the Florida Keys-three guys in a Karmann Ghia, canoe surfing at Barney's Joy, musical evenings. At 15 he was the smart guy, the golden boy, and funny as hell. He opened my eyes to a lot of things. The last time I saw him was when he had an art show of his paintings at the Bridgeport Public Library where I worked at the time. I still have some of his paintings, the best one in my office. I had actually been thinking about him and regret that I had not tried harder to re-connect. I will never forget his biting wit and the laughter and sense of adventure of those early days.