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DAVID MANNERS (1900 - 1998)
Actor - Author - Artist - Friend
David Manners - born Rauff Acklom April 30, 1900: Halifax, Nova Scotia
died December 23, 1998: Santa Barbara, CA
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Dedications and Acknowledgements
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The David Manners Website is thankfully dedicated to GOD ALMIGHTY.
I would also like to thank all of the people who have helped make the David Manners Website a reality. First, thank you, David, for your friendship and kindness for so many years. I miss you, old friend. I would also like to thank the late Sidney Norris, Marguerite Norris, Sid Norris, Mary Catherine Norris, Isabelle Norris, our dedicated and talented Webmaster, also the best of best friends, Peter Thorpe, and many others. These include: Forrest J. Ackerman, Buddy and Kathe Duba-Barnett, Pat Bergen, Ron Borst, Eddie and Donovan Brandt, the Reverend Jonathan Carey, Brandon Chase, J. Michael Click, Bob Cooper, Chris Gilbert, Geri Guillen, Jan and Mary Lue Henderson, Laurie Jacobson, Robert John, David Morgan Jones, Lt. Cmdr. John Koritar, U.S. Navy, retired, Kevin Langille, Stuart Levy, Little Bit, Greg Mank, Marge Mason, Bill May, the late Bill Mercer, Jack Morelli, Bill Poole, Gary Don Rhodes, Bruce Robinson, the late Bill Samuel, Rachel Samuel, Dan Schwartz, Bill Shimeall, Susanna Shreeve, Mark Silberman, David Skal, Dale Thielker, Peter Q. and Virginia Thorpe, Gary, Lori, and Asher Watsky, David Wolf, and Pinckney and Gayle Wood.
Thanks to All!
John Norris
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MY FRIEND DAVID
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JOHN NORRIS |
One can see the wisdom in his very visage. The hazel eyes, glowing from sockets lined with deep suntan wrinkles, beam with the brilliance of a limelight. His hair, looking like spun silver, sits neatly in place upon his head. Yet, as he nods slightly, it bobs, each strand in concert, as if to echo the exuberance of his own nature.
His nose, strong and stately, arcs proudly above the overshadowed yet undaunted mouth. The lips, old as they are, show incredible kindness and generosity, especially when he curls them into one of his particularly boyish grins. His countenance mirrors his being and in that beautiful old face one can see a child playing in a meadow.
His seventy-nine years do not show themselves in his posture. He stands tall, erect; and moves with unmitigated grace. Always dressed in new clothes, his bright colors dazzle and shine in the California sun. What a sight this man is to behold! The experiences, heartbreaks, loves, joys, and victories of seventy-nine years of living all combine into one fascinating embodiment within him. |
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