Dave served as Sportsmen Commodore in 2004
 


 

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Dave and Sharon decided that boating was too much fun to miss and so they purchased
the "Jackie Oh" from Jackie S. Here we see the new name "Uf Dah" going on, April 2002

 

Dave & Sharon at the 2003 Crab Feed

 

Yeah, Baby, It's me!
I'm the New Year's "Baby!"
New Years Eve 2003
(Incoming Commodore)

 


Dave & Sharon at the 2004 Installation Dinner Party
It's official now, Dave is the 2004 SYC Commodore.

 

Commodore Dave put the Blue Grass show together
and was it ever fun! Congratulations and thank you Dave

June 2004
 

Somebody told me that when I became Commodore 
all I would have to do is give orders!

St. Pats 2004

 


And there's Commodore Selvy at the Sept 2004 Picnic.


 

Dave & Sharon as Mr. & Mrs. Saint Nick. This was
in 2004 but was only one of many such appearances.

   Lighted Boat Parade 2003

 

Commodore Selvy's last official party,
New Year's Eve 2004

 

Sharon & Outgoing Commodore Dave at the 2005 Installation Dinner. Dave received a
great picture of the Sausalito in recognition of all of his good work as 2004 Commodore.

 

As outgoing Commodore, Dave recognized Jim Dawson
for his management of the Dredging Project in 2004

 Dave was skipper of the vessel "Uf-Dah!", a Californian 28

 

Dave was laid to rest on December 14, 2023.  Following Internment, a Memorial "Celebration of Life" Service was held at a Veterans Facility in Vacaville. Family members and many fiends spoke of their experiences with Dave; all with much love & fondness.

Dave made his career in the Landscaping business. He & Sharon joined Sportsmen Yacht Club in 1997. Their contributions were many, including Dave's serving as Commodore in 2004 and Sharon as SYC's First Lady.




The following eulogy was delivered by Dave's Son Chris

My father, David Hugh Selvy was born on May 22, 1942 in a hospital in Salinas, California to his parents, Harold Lee Selvy and Alice Theodora Strom Selvy.

At a young age my father’s family family relocated from Carmel California to the town of Kensington near Berkeley California.

My dad spent most of his childhood in Kensington where he had many adventures and misadventures alike…one story that my dad loved to tell was about an unfortunate encounter with a rattlesnake.

On this particular day, my dad and his family had traveled to the Merced River on a summer fishing trip. My dad went to look for a spot to sit among some rocks and as my dad always told the story…”after sitting down he heard “a buzz between his legs…where he performed a world record standing broad jump.”

My dad moved to Walnut Creek where he attended Pleasant Hill High School. During his high school years he enjoyed the sport of Fencing and also studied Classical Piano for approximately 12 years.

Like most teenagers, dad was interested in trying out many different sports and recreational activities. He later joined the Marine Corps “add info about rank as crew chief”…and was stationed in Camp Pendleton where he served 6 years serving as Crew Chief on an LVN Amtrak Tank.

During my father’s time at Camp Pendleton, it was common to perform live practice drills on the ocean near San Clemente Island. My dad’s favorite stories was about one of these practice drills.

On this day his crew was firing 105 millimeter Howitzer projectiles at various targets on the Pacific ocean. During this practice drill, one of the projectiles skipped on the surface of the ocean water similar to how a rock skips across the water.

The projectile landed on a hillside and collided with a flock of goats. My dad and his crew were given orders to go ashore to offer their apologies to the owner of the unfortunate livestock.

As they approached, the crew was met by a highly decorated Navy Admiral who happened to be the owner of the goats. My dad was terrified that he would be reprimanded by the Admiral who had just lost an entire flock of goats but he was pleasantly surprised to find out that the officer was more interested in my father’s aim than the loss of his livestock.

My dad was relieved when the officer commented on how impressed he was with the accuracy of where the projectile had landed…I don’t remember what they did with the goats but according to dad, the day ended with beers and barbecue.

I still ask myself to this day…what exactly did they barbecue?

At some point my father returned home to Walnut Creek California and there he met my mother, Sharon Irene Selvy. My dad invited her on a date and was told that she was only allowed to go if she went with her sisters, Bonnie and Darlene.

During this time he was enrolled in a degree program at Armstrong College in Berkeley where he majored in Business. After my mother and father spent some time dating, they were married and lived in different places across California. When my brother and I were young, our parents settled down in Vacaville.

The years we spent living in this area taught us about family, our neighbors and friends and thought wasn’t always easy…through the ups and downs…we learned to value relationships and the people in our lives.

Some of the fondest memories I have of my father are of the time we spent together fishing, hunting, camping and quiet times discussing life while cooking over the Barbecue grill. It was during these times that dad shared with me the value of integrity, hard work, reliability and punctuality.

One of dad’s favorite quotes was “quitters never win and winners never quit”. Dad always talked about the importance of working hard to maintain good relationships with family and friends.

Over the years one of my dad’s favorite things to do was spending time on the water in their boat called the “Uf Dah”. information about the boat…

Oh and did I tell you that my dad loved stories?

Dad told stories about the many adventures that he and mom experienced on their beloved boat and the weekends they spent with yacht club friends on the water

Dad had a love for extreme sports as well and was a member of a Jeep club called the “Cliffhangers” where he was known by the handle “Mountain Climber”. The Jeep club explored different trails throughout the Sierra Nevada Mountain region.

Dad was a member of the SCCA where he volunteered as a Paddock workers and later held the role of Chief Paddock Marshal.

My father, David Hugh Selvy, lived a life full of adventures and excitement, he experienced the many ups and downs in this life as we all do…the stories of his life could go on and on but the one thing I want to be sure and tell you about is his commitment to his family…

Dad was our rock…second to my mom. He wasn’t perfect as no one is…but he was loyal, faithful and he stayed the course.

My father cared deeply for his wife and children. He never gave up on us, through the toughest storms of life…he fought and he stood his ground as a faithful husband, father, brother and friend

Dad cared deeply about God, country and corp…in that order. In dad’s words…”Semper Fidelis…it means something…always faithful.”

Thank you for being here today to join us as we celebrate my father, David Hugh Selvy’s life.
My father, David Hugh Selvy was born on May 22, 1942 in a hospital in Salinas, California to his parents, Harold Lee Selvy and Alice Theodora Strom Selvy.

At a young age my father’s family family relocated from Carmel California to the town of Kensington near Berkeley California.

My dad spent most of his childhood in Kensington where he had many adventures and misadventures alike…one story that my dad loved to tell was about an unfortunate encounter with a rattlesnake.

On this particular day, my dad and his family had traveled to the Merced River on a summer fishing trip. My dad went to look for a spot to sit among some rocks and as my dad always told the story…”after sitting down he heard “a buzz between his legs…where he performed a world record standing broad jump.”

My dad moved to Walnut Creek where he attended Pleasant Hill High School. During his high school years he enjoyed the sport of Fencing and also studied Classical Piano for approximately 12 years.

Like most teenagers, dad was interested in trying out many different sports and recreational activities. He later joined the Marine Corps “add info about rank as crew chief”…and was stationed in Camp Pendleton where he served 6 years serving as Crew Chief on an LVN Amtrak Tank.

During my father’s time at Camp Pendleton, it was common to perform live practice drills on the ocean near San Clemente Island. My dad’s favorite stories was about one of these practice drills.

On this day his crew was firing 105 millimeter Howitzer projectiles at various targets on the Pacific ocean. During this practice drill, one of the projectiles skipped on the surface of the ocean water similar to how a rock skips across the water.

The projectile landed on a hillside and collided with a flock of goats. My dad and his crew were given orders to go ashore to offer their apologies to the owner of the unfortunate livestock.

As they approached, the crew was met by a highly decorated Navy Admiral who happened to be the owner of the goats. My dad was terrified that he would be reprimanded by the Admiral who had just lost an entire flock of goats but he was pleasantly surprised to find out that the officer was more interested in my father’s aim than the loss of his livestock.

My dad was relieved when the officer commented on how impressed he was with the accuracy of where the projectile had landed…I don’t remember what they did with the goats but according to dad, the day ended with beers and barbecue.

I still ask myself to this day…what exactly did they barbecue?

At some point my father returned home to Walnut Creek California and there he met my mother, Sharon Irene Selvy. My dad invited her on a date and was told that she was only allowed to go if she went with her sisters, Bonnie and Darlene.

During this time he was enrolled in a degree program at Armstrong College in Berkeley where he majored in Business. After my mother and father spent some time dating, they were married and lived in different places across California. When my brother and I were young, our parents settled down in Vacaville.

The years we spent living in this area taught us about family, our neighbors and friends and thought wasn’t always easy…through the ups and downs…we learned to value relationships and the people in our lives.

Some of the fondest memories I have of my father are of the time we spent together fishing, hunting, camping and quiet times discussing life while cooking over the Barbecue grill. It was during these times that dad shared with me the value of integrity, hard work, reliability and punctuality.

One of dad’s favorite quotes was “quitters never win and winners never quit”. Dad always talked about the importance of working hard to maintain good relationships with family and friends.


Over the years one of my dad’s favorite things to do was spending time on the water in their boat called the “Uf Dah”. information about the boat…

Oh and did I tell you that my dad loved stories?

Dad told stories about the many adventures that he and mom experienced on their beloved boat and the weekends they spent with yacht club friends on the water

Dad had a love for extreme sports as well and was a member of a Jeep club called the “Cliffhangers” where he was known by the handle “Mountain Climber”. The Jeep club explored different trails throughout the Sierra Nevada Mountain region.

Dad was a member of the SCCA where he volunteered as a Paddock workers and later held the role of Chief Paddock Marshal.

My father, David Hugh Selvy, lived a life full of adventures and excitement, he experienced the many ups and downs in this life as we all do…the stories of his life could go on and on but the one thing I want to be sure and tell you about is his commitment to his family…

Dad was our rock…second to my mom. He wasn’t perfect as no one is…but he was loyal, faithful and he stayed the course.

My father cared deeply for his wife and children. He never gave up on us, through the toughest storms of life…he fought and he stood his ground as a faithful husband, father, brother and friend

Dad cared deeply about God, country and corp…in that order. In dad’s words…”Semper Fidelis…it means something…always faithful.”

Thank you for being here today to join us as we celebrate my father, David Hugh Selvy’s life.
 

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