Thank you, so much for sharing this with us, Elizabeth. It is like one can visualize everything, and it also brings memories back from when my Dad was in the Navy, the stories he told. Thank you.
You are welcome. It had been a while since I read his journals. I got sentimental there for a moment. We didn't always have the best of relationships. But I think we understood each other there at the end. I miss my grandfather. I wish I had more time with him. I have so many questions to ask now.
Whenever I see the name Muth, or in your case, DeMuth, I think of a young man who discipled me and other new believers at the University of Wisconsin Madison back in the early 80’s, Steve Muth. He spent so much time doing so his studies suffered, and he had to go to the local trade school to get his GPA back up: but I owe him ! A good example to me, a new Christian !
Thanks for writing this. My Dad, one of those who didn’t speak of his training or short service in the Navy, (Hiroshima ended the war when he’d been on a rocket launching ship only 2 mos) told us only perhaps 2 things: that he had been the radioman, and had snagged a tube from the ship’s radio; when they called “Sparks!” he came, replaced the tube and was considered a genius. The GI bill allowed him to become a physicist & gain some recognition worldwide: but I’d only had to guess what he experienced: and though his only action seen was apparently a near-friendly-fire incident, I see he had to have realized when he enlisted, death was a real possibility. He used to tell us when we did something clever but mildly immoral, “it’s hard to stay ahead of the enlisted men.” When I was 17 I asked his permission to join the navy but he refused to sign. I’ve wondered what he might have hoped to spare me. I hope to see him in heaven: I at first refused confirmation -but at 21, I belatedly accepted Christ and spoke to him prior to his death at 68, about my faith and urged it upon him… He thanked me but said “you have faith, I have science.” (A false dichotomy I’ve since learned) - but after his death on July 4, 1996, I had a dream he and my brother who rarely speaks to me were working on my first TX home together, —somethkng Dad was too old to have ever done, and my brother has still never visited Texas… but I have hope this was an improved “heavenly mansion” version of my home & that I’ll see them both there to ask the questions I’m finally smart enough to want to ask! Thanks again !!
Thank you, so much for sharing this with us, Elizabeth. It is like one can visualize everything, and it also brings memories back from when my Dad was in the Navy, the stories he told. Thank you.
You are welcome. It had been a while since I read his journals. I got sentimental there for a moment. We didn't always have the best of relationships. But I think we understood each other there at the end. I miss my grandfather. I wish I had more time with him. I have so many questions to ask now.
I can imagine!
Compelling and fast read. You feel like you are there with him. Some bittersweet moments.
Whenever I see the name Muth, or in your case, DeMuth, I think of a young man who discipled me and other new believers at the University of Wisconsin Madison back in the early 80’s, Steve Muth. He spent so much time doing so his studies suffered, and he had to go to the local trade school to get his GPA back up: but I owe him ! A good example to me, a new Christian !
Thanks for writing this. My Dad, one of those who didn’t speak of his training or short service in the Navy, (Hiroshima ended the war when he’d been on a rocket launching ship only 2 mos) told us only perhaps 2 things: that he had been the radioman, and had snagged a tube from the ship’s radio; when they called “Sparks!” he came, replaced the tube and was considered a genius. The GI bill allowed him to become a physicist & gain some recognition worldwide: but I’d only had to guess what he experienced: and though his only action seen was apparently a near-friendly-fire incident, I see he had to have realized when he enlisted, death was a real possibility. He used to tell us when we did something clever but mildly immoral, “it’s hard to stay ahead of the enlisted men.” When I was 17 I asked his permission to join the navy but he refused to sign. I’ve wondered what he might have hoped to spare me. I hope to see him in heaven: I at first refused confirmation -but at 21, I belatedly accepted Christ and spoke to him prior to his death at 68, about my faith and urged it upon him… He thanked me but said “you have faith, I have science.” (A false dichotomy I’ve since learned) - but after his death on July 4, 1996, I had a dream he and my brother who rarely speaks to me were working on my first TX home together, —somethkng Dad was too old to have ever done, and my brother has still never visited Texas… but I have hope this was an improved “heavenly mansion” version of my home & that I’ll see them both there to ask the questions I’m finally smart enough to want to ask! Thanks again !!
Thanks for this!