
David O. Durling, 1929-2025 Charles E. LaVoie, 1946-2025
Charles E. Mowrey, 1939-2025
August 13, 2025 | 5The Vermont Journal
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NORTH WALPOLE, N.H. –
It’s all over but the shouting for
the legendary David Ormond
Durling, who passed away in
his sleep on Monday, July 28,
at the age of 96.
Born May 26, 1929, in Lang-
don, N.H., home to 267 people
at the time, David went on
to travel the country and the
world as a truck driver, Air
Force loadmaster, and ski bum.
His childhood home had
neither electricity nor indoor
plumbing, and he remem-
bered a large tree pinwheeling
across their yard during the
Hurricane of ’38. He went to
elementary school in a one-
room schoolhouse. This up-
bringing probably led to this
frequent admonishment to his
kids when they’d whine about
something: “Tougher where
there’s none.”
He started skiing as a boy,
taught by his best friend James
B. Porter, who later passed
away in World War II, a loss
that still caused him to get
choked up decades later. To-
gether they hiked up the fields
and hills around Langdon and
skied down with bear trap
bindings holding their leather
boots onto their wooden skis.
After graduating from Vi-
las High School, in Alstead,
N.H., he enlisted in the Army
Air Force in June 1947, and
was stationed first in the Phil-
ippines, and then in South
Korea, where he was a truck
driver during the Korean War.
Upon returning stateside, he
was stationed in Washington,
D.C., when he was set up on a
blind date with a stunning CIA
secretary of Italian descent
named Antoinette Pugliese.
They married in 1953 and re-
mained so until her passing in
2012.
Opposites in many ways –
she had to tone the flavors in
her cooking way down for
the New Hampshire farm boy
raised on bland porridge –
they were ultimately united
by great senses of humor. No
argument was so serious that it
couldn’t be defused by a laugh.
Well, except for that time early
on when she hucked a frying
pan at his head – but we’re sure
he deserved it.
After briefly living in Al-
stead, N.H., they decided on
a whim to move to Portland,
Ore., with their friends the
Holmes, but once they had
their first child Cynthia in
1955, they moved back to the
Northeast to be closer to the
support of Antoinette’s family,
eventually settling in Highland
Park, N.J.
Later on, in 1970, they
moved up to North Walpole,
N.H., where they both lived
the rest of their lives.
He forged a career as a
truck driver, working at sev-
eral trucking companies in the
Northeast, and due to his de-
cades of truck driving, he was
a human GPS. If you needed
to travel six states over, Da-
vid would ask what time you
were leaving and then proceed
to tell you the best way to get
there and which NYC bridges
to avoid. He started driving
tractor trailers long before
power steering, and of course
could easily back up a trailer
using just his mirrors; none
of this backup camera crap for
him.
He also transitioned into the
Air Force Reserve – he became
a loadmaster on C-121 and
C-141 cargo planes, which en-
abled him to travel the world
once a month, heading to lo-
cations both desirable – sev-
eral European countries, and
somewhat less so – Thule,
Greenland. He also flew on
several missions in support of
the Vietnam War – supplies
going there, casualties coming
home – and the Yom Kippur
War. He eventually retired as a
senior master sergeant.
Once retired from truck
driving, he kept his hand in the
biz, both by going on cross-
country trucking trips with
BDR and restoring antique
trucks, including two Brock-
ways and a Mack. At the many
antique truck shows where he
displayed his vehicles, he was
fully in his element, surround-
ed by his people.
But his true love was always
skiing. When living in New
Jersey, he was reintroduced to
it by his brother-in-law An-
thony Pugliese, who was also a
great tennis buddy. “How you
hittin’ ‘em, Ace?” was a com-
mon greeting between the two.
Together they skied the Pocon-
os, which is some sort of tiny
mountain range down there.
He started ski instructing
at Okemo in his 50s, and once
he retired from truck driving,
he became a full-time ski in-
structor, always imploring his
students to “stand tall, look
cool!” He continued instruct-
ing until he was 90, and prob-
ably could’ve eked out another
year or two, if it hadn’t been for
Covid restrictions mandating
that everyone put on their gear
in the parking lot. If you can’t
chitchat in the lodge, what’s the
use?
When David was 61, he
snapped his femur ski instruct-
ing when his student rammed
into him. A large titanium rod
was inserted to stabilize the
bone, and at that point, most
people would’ve thrown in the
towel on skiing. David skied
another 30 years.
When David was 71, the
Keene Sentinel featured him
in an profile titled “Smooth-
skiing senior.” The main gist of
the piece was, “Hey, look at this
old-guy instructor!” He skied
another 20 years after that. Not
many people get to ski with
their great-grandchildren, but
David sure did.
And he played tennis un-
til he was 90 or so, eventually
stopping because of a shoul-
der injury, no doubt a result of
his service motion, which was
not so much a “motion” as a
“spasm” as he rifled line-drive
serves an inch over the net.
After Antoinette passed,
David lived in his own house
in North Walpole for 13 more
years, and during that time he
was forced, for the first time in
his life, to learn how to cook
for himself, and soon had a
vast repertoire ranging from
bowl of cereal to peanut but-
ter and jelly sandwich, with the
occasional let’s go out to eat
thrown in here and there.
What was he like? Well, he
was very competitive, whether
he was trash-talking you on
the tennis courts, “Can’t stand
prosperity!” when you’d screw
up after a good play, or cack-
ling while annihilating his
children in Monopoly. There
are rumors that his children
inherited that competitiveness.
No one was a better story-
teller, and his joke telling was
superb. A voracious reader, he
could talk with anyone, and
he enjoyed ski instructing as
much for the wide range of
people he got to meet as for the
actual teaching.
We will miss him dearly. If
you get a chance, put on his
favorite song, Willie Nelson’s
“On The Road Again,” and tell
a great, funny story to your
friends in his honor. And for
the love of Christ, don’t inter-
rupt them when they’re telling
you a good story!
David is predeceased by
his wonderful wife Antoinette
Frances Durling (nee Pug-
liese), as well as his sister Jean
Barreras (nee Durling). He is
survived by his two daughters
Cynthia Jean (Michael) Hayes,
of Drewsville, N.H., and Bar-
bara Ann (Ralph) Durling-
Colby, of Boothbay Harbor,
Maine; and his three sons Da-
vid Anthony (Barbara) Durl-
ing, of Kittery, Maine, William
Austin Durling, of Haverhill,
Mass., and Robert Christo-
pher (Delila Katz) Durling, of
Holliston, Mass.; as well as 13
grandchildren and six great-
grandchildren.
There are no calling hours.
There will be a graveside ser-
vice Saturday, Aug. 23, at 11
a.m., at the Langdon Lower
Cemetery, with a gathering
afterwards at Langdon Town
Hall. Fenton & Hennessey are
in charge of the arrangements.
In David’s memory, dona-
tions in check form can be sent
to Langdon Heritage Com-
mission, 122 New Hampshire
Route 12A, Unit #1, Langdon,
NH 03602.
Bonus: Classic David Durl-
ing sayings. When starting a
household project, he’d often
use his father’s old saying:
“First thing you gotta do is get
you’re a** behind ya.” When
you complained about the
cold: “Ah, what are you gonna
do when winter comes?” When
you dithered: “Do something,
right or wrong!” Having a few
drinks? “Gettin’ in the sauce!”
When he’d pretend to be lost
on the back roads of New
Hampshire: “The bad news is,
we’re lost. The good news is,
we’re making good time.”
SPRINGFIELD, Vt. – Charles
Edward “Eddie” LaVoie passed
away on Aug. 2, 2025. He was
born in Springfield, Vt., on
April 23, 1946, to his parents
Camille Charles LaVoie and Ida
Kamel LaVoie. Eddie graduated
from Springfield High School
in 1964, and then in 1965
earned his certification through
the co-op course as a machinist
from Fellows Gear Shaper.
He continued to work at Fel-
lows Gear Shaper and then he
went to Vermont Research,
Dufresne and Henry, and Jones
& Lamson plant and techni-
cal center. This job sent him to
different manufacturing plants
to teach the C&N machines.
Of all his work experiences, he
enjoyed this the most. He then
went on the road as an electri-
cal and mechanical draftsman.
Eddie was a member of the
Army National Guard, sta-
tioned in Springfield, Vt., as an
engineer for six years. He was a
proud volunteer fireman at the
West Weathersfield Fire De-
partment.
Eddie married Joyce Gid-
dings June 20, 1970. Together
they had three children Doreen
“Dodi” Andrews, of Spring-
field, Vt., Tammy Rice, of
Weathersfield, Vt., and Scott
LaVoie, of Springfield, Vt. They
have six grandchildren and five
great-grandchildren. He has
one sister Bev, from Florida,
and one brother James, from
Arizona.
Eddie’s life was very full; he
loved nothing more than pro-
viding for his family. His best
memories were of going camp-
ing at Lake Champlain, and go-
ing to York Beach and Old Or-
chard Beach in Maine with his
parents and kids. Eddie loved
spending time with his grand-
kids and great-grandkids. He
enjoyed going to girls’ basket-
ball games with his cousin Jon
LaVoie.
If you knew Eddie, you knew
that he gave his opinion even if
you didn’t ask for it.
The family of Eddie will be
hosting a Celebration of Life
on Aug. 17, from 1-4 p.m., at
his home in Weathersfield, Vt.
Please come and say hi, and
maybe tell a story you might
remember.
In lieu of flowers, and if you
would like to donate some-
thing, please give to the Vis-
iting Nurse and Hospice for
Vermont and New Hampshire,
88 Prospect Street, White River
Junction, VT 05001. Thank
you.
Charles LaVoie, 1946-2025.
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LUDLOW, Vt. – It is with
great sadness that we announce
that Charles E. Mowrey Jr., 85,
of Ludlow, Vt., passed away on
Aug. 3, at the Gill Odd Fellows
Home, after a long battle with
Alzheimer’s. Charlie passed
just one month after his wife
of 36 years Jane (Pollard)
Mowrey, who we lost on July
3, 2025. Charlie was born on
Oct. 16, 1939, in North Kings-
town, R.I., to Charles E. Mow-
rey Sr. and Bessie V. (Mitchell)
Mowrey. He is survived by his
daughter Christine D. Hrotic,
son-in-law Steven M. Hrotic,
grandson Dmitri M. Hrotic,
and his first wife and still close
friend Diane C. Gardiner. He
is predeceased by his parents,
his wife Jane, and his brother
Walter L. Mowrey.
Charlie grew up in North
Kingstown, R.I., where he
started working in the heating/
oil burner business right after
graduating from high school.
He got married, cobuilt his
own house, and had his daugh-
ter before moving to Ludlow,
Vt., in 1977. Once there, he
began working at Johnson &
Dix as a service technician,
spending several decades with
the company before retiring.
After retiring, Charlie worked
briefly at Okemo Mountain,
then as a van driver trans-
porting patients for the Lud-
low Health Center. The thing
Charlie enjoyed most about
his jobs was the deep and
lasting connections he made
with people. Charlie married
Jane in 1989, and they spent
many happy years in their log
cabin in the woods, a place
that was extremely special to
him. Charlie was a true New
Englander, a self-described
“Swamp Yankee,” and he loved
both Vermont and his native
Rhode Island.
Charlie loved talking to
people almost as much as he
enjoyed helping them. He was
always ready to help someone
in need, and he always had a
story to tell. He was very gen-
erous, giving homemade gifts
to his family and friends, be
it maple syrup he boiled him-
self, smoked trout he caught,
or flowers, blueberries, and
vegetables he grew. Charlie en-
joyed bird and wildlife watch-
ing, astronomy, photography,
gardening, being outdoors
with his dogs, and tinkering
in his garage. He was an avid
fly fisherman, and especially
enjoyed his many trips with
Jane to British Columbia, trout
fishing with Jane’s sister and
brother-in-law Sally and Al-
bie LaBounty. Charlie had a
big personality and a wonder-
ful sense of humor; he liked a
good joke and making others
laugh, and enjoyed watching
classic comedies. He loved
music too, from the early rock
‘n’ roll of his youth, to classic
R&B, to country music. Willie
Nelson was a particular favor-
ite artist.
Charlie always worked hard
and did his best no matter
what, and he was helpful and
supportive to anyone he met.
He was a devoted husband, a
loving father and grandfather,
and a loyal friend. There is a
big hole in all of our lives now
that he is gone. Charlie will
be dearly missed and always
loved.
A private service was held
at Davis Memorial Chapel in
Springfield, Vt. Charlie will
be buried, together with his
wife Jane and his brother Walt,
at the Quidnessett Memo-
rial Cemetery in North Kings-
town, R.I., at a later date. Do-
nations in Charlie’s name can
be made to the Alzheimer’s
Association or the Springfield
Humane Society.
Charles Mowrey, 1939-2025.
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