Tuesday, February 3, 2026
The Jordan family was a very integral part of my growing up years.
There is a picture of David and me, taken at Uncle Norris and Aunt Mary's home on Welsh Road.
I was four and David was in his first year of college. We were both in the music room, playing with the toy train set that I had just gotten for Christmas, from the Jordans.
The expression on my face told the story of childhood indignation and bewilderment: "Why is he playing with my train set?"
When I was old enough, I was allowed to ride my bike from Roslyn Avenue, Glenside over to Runnymede Avenue, Jenkintown to visit with Barb and the new baby, Diana. The Esler family had the joy and privilege to see Diana, Laura and Sarah grow up into young adulthood.
David was a quiet presence. He always showed an interest in my family and was there for us when my mother died, to see us through all the legalese.
David M. Jordan was someone to whom I looked up to and had the greatest respect for.
Glen Esler
1500 Old York Road, Abington, PA
