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VALMORE F. DeVOST

FUNERAL HOME

Francis J. Collins Funeral Home, Inc. - Silver Spring

500 University Blvd. West

Silver Spring, Maryland

VALMORE DeVOST Obituary

VALMORE FABIEN DeVOST (Age 94)
On Tuesday, November 18, 2014, of Olney, MD. Beloved husband of the late Elenor Workman DeVost; father of Elizabeth DeVost Wilson (Lon), Mark DeVost, Karen DeVost Rollings, Sharon DeVost Rodis (Don), Joseph DeVost (Rebecca) and the late Joan Marie DeVost; grandfather of Brian, Stephen (Barbara) and Jason Wilson, Michael, Maggie and Jeremy Rollings, Samantha and Jessica Felice, Juliana and Jacqueline DeVost. Also survived by a great-granddaughter, Lilly Wilson. Relatives and friends may call at Collins Funeral Home, 500 University Boulevard West, Silver Spring, MD, (Valet Parking), Friday, December 5 from 3 to 5 and 7 to 9 p.m. Mass of Christian Burial at St. Peter's Church, 2900 Sandy Spring Road, Olney, MD on Saturday, December 6, 2014 at 11 a.m. Interment Arlington National Cemetery at a later date. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made to the Holy Cross Health Foundation's Capital Campaign. Please call or send donations to: Holy Cross Health Foundation, 11801 Tech Rd., Silver Spring, MD 20904, 301-746-7132. www.COLLINSFUNERALHOME.com

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Published by The Washington Post on Nov. 23, 2014.

Memories and Condolences
for VALMORE DeVOST

63 Entries

Mark DeVost

December 7, 2015

Swing Dancing to Michael Jackson...at 90!

Sherry Felice Rodis

September 14, 2015

Val was always a fun guy at a party. He would sing around the piano with Mame playing old favorites & show tunes. And in this photo, Dad was dancing to Michael Jackson with me at Stephen & Barbara Wilson's wedding reception. He danced with each of his daughters, granddaughters, Kathy & Aunt Mary Workman. He kept up at 90! Dad was a welcoming host, a gentleman, and a good conversationalist. Reading the memories of our friends has brought a smile to my face. I remember the recliner in the family room where a lot of those conversations happened. Thank you all for your memories.

Rob Roys and my Tiger Mum gave to me

Mark DeVost

May 26, 2015

Memorial Day flags, gently placed

Mark DeVost

May 25, 2015

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The Memorial Day flags, gently placed, Row on row.
Lightly flutter in the warm, late spring, afternoon sunshine.
With an indication of a deep respect and empathy for the patriots' past.

Here today as with the past Memorial Day remembrances.
We break and pause to honor the defenders of our country.
And move on, into the forward proceedings of that light and warmth of renewal.

Venturing forward with the understanding of the true costs of freedom.
Buried here before us, in Arlington and the rest of the cemeteries' containing our soldiers past.
Remembering that we came from dust and into dust we shall return.

For me, this chapter of family and soul shall close on this day of respect.
However, the significance shall and will not be forgotten lost.
For these episodes of renewals shall continue long after I and we have past.

Time carries on.
All will be the same again.
However I will never be the same.

Mark A DeVost; author curator oversight of this Post, with younger sister girl

Mark DeVost

May 10, 2015

Joaney Girl Mothers Day

Mark DeVost

May 10, 2015

Happy Hour, Mum's Day, 2015 Section 43

Mark DeVost

May 10, 2015

Rob Roy, Happy Hour and the Spirits of Mother's Day 2015 in Section 43

The Rob Roy is a cocktail of spirits created in 1894 by a bartender at the Waldorf Astoria New York. The drink was named in honor of the premiere of Rob Roy, an operetta by a French composer Reginald DeKoven and lyricist/poet and scholar Harry B. Smith loosely based upon a Scottish Highlander folk hero Robert Roy MacGregor. The Rob Roy is similar to a Manhattan but is made exclusively with Scotch whisky, while the Manhattan is traditionally made with rye and today commonly made with bourbon or Canadian whisky [CR is my personal preference].
Like the Manhattan, the Rob Roy can be made sweet, dry, or perfect. The standard Rob Roy is the sweet version, made with sweet vermouth, so there is no need to specify a sweet Rob Roy when ordering. A dry Rob Roy is made by replacing the sweet vermouth with dry vermouth. A perfect Rob Roy is made with equal parts sweet and dry vermouth. My preference is a bone dry with no vermouth what so ever, just the CR please.
The Rob Roy is usually served in a cocktail glass and garnished with a lemon twist (for the perfect and dry versions), or a maraschino cherry (for the sweet version).

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So on this Mother's day, Sunday May 10, 2015, in the spirit of my Mum, her Mum [Grandma liked a Manhattan with lots of cherries, Hmmm?? ; ) ] and the spirits of the rest, who lay here in section 43; I think I will order/have two Rob Roy's, bone dry, served in rock glasses, with a lemon twist, and two Sweat/Perfect Rob Roy's up, with maraschino cherries. One for me, one for Dad, one for Mum and one for the Joanie Girl for she is now definitely legally permitted to participate in today's Happy Hour.
Cheers
MarkeyBarkey

My favorite little feather girl sister.

Mark DeVost, Proud

February 9, 2015

Something about a bridge
And rivers run troubled
Sails and feathers in the wind
In the cold winter winds of change
Drifts a feather girl named Joan

Sail on silver girl, sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine

For they shine glowingly
In the depths of my past

Syed Mukim

February 2, 2015

Please accept my deepest condolences for your family's loss.

Comfortably at ease in Section 43

Mark DeVost

January 25, 2015

Holiday Wreaths Row on Row

Mark DeVost

January 25, 2015

Section 43

In Arlington Cemetery
The seasonal wreathes
Well placed, lean against the markers
Of our passed brave defenders
Row on row
In a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.

This season we will add
Another certain marker
To the never ending inclusions
Upon these hallowed grounds
In a field called Section 43
Under a clear, cold, cobalt blue, winter's sky.

When They Were Soldiers
In a cold, Cold War
They lived loved and were loved
Now they lie
In the caul, caul groon
Whaur afore in Section 43

As I pass by those revered places of rest, twice a day
I hear, feel and realize the ceremonial gun fire off in the distance
Most times rifles, sometimes cannon
And on occasion, a fly over
I never; “get used to it now”
For one never gets used to these terms of finality.

I feel and comprehend those spirits of soul
Along with the pain
Reaching out
It lingers, it haunts
It keeps me respectful, alive and alert
Focused and humbled.

Overhead the jets fade off, disappearing on streaking contrails
Highway traffic runs endless in and out of the city
Across the river the politicians legislate
In the K street building canyons it is business as usual
The days start the days end
Life proceeds.

Yet the 21 gun salutes
Still
Sound off in the distance.

Chris McConachie

January 19, 2015

Mark, I am sorry for your loss. I never knew your dad, but I know he had a giant impact on your life, good and bad. He influenced you to have a strong work ethic and good morals. I cant imagine losing both parents in a year; I am very sorry for your loss.

Gregory Glaude

January 11, 2015

Dear Karen & Mark,
It was with sadness that I received this message. You both are still close friends. I guess St. B's does that for us all. Condolences. Greg Glaude

January 9, 2015

I remember Mr De Vost as a loving father and husband from the eyes of a young child. His house was always full of laughter and joy. He will be missed but his memories will continue to warm the heart.

All my love to his children and sympathies
Janice Teter Curtiss

Dad & his Cherub Girl

Mark DeVost

December 31, 2014

Our loss spans all three holidays this year. As a result, it has casts a dark shadow over this year's Celebrations. The holidays fall along the occurrence of the winter solstice where our days are at their shortest, the nights are at their longest and the cold north winds of change blow through our lives. From this period of darkness and cold we move forward towards the light and warmth of the Spring and the renewal it brings. We move past and beyond, starting fresh towards new horizons as we live out the rest of our days here on God's earth. At the Francis J. Collins Funeral Home where we paid our last respects, Dad was comfortably, finished and eternally asleep, representing the dusk of life. At the same time there was a certain little cherub girl who could not keep her shoes on, could not stop moving and was fluttering, scampering and skipping with infinite energy around the parlor representing the springtime dawn and renewal of family and life. Dusk to Dawn. New windows opening amongst closing doors.
On January 7th we will lay father to rest at Arlington Cemetery, closure to previous chapters in our lives, for Val is the last of the senior generation of the DeVost/Workman family generations as well as the last of the fastly fading and waning, Greatest Generation. A soul survivor of sorts. We will miss him dearly however celebrate none the less and focus forward on the fresh renewals in our family as the journey proceeds into the hopeful prosperity in this new year of our Lord, 2015.
Amen.

Old Soldiers, fading away, into the sands of time.

Mark Albert

December 18, 2014

Fading away.
A quote from a distinguished and honorable gentleman soldier and scholar reads:
"Old soldiers never die; they just fade away".
Father was an “Old Soldier” for sure.
And fade away he did, for he lived to be 92.
Living, enduring, through some abject and difficult history to this point in time.
Should we have that such luck, of that kind, and of that perseverance?
He died comfortable in his sleep as did my mum in their own beds.
How fortunate is our family that my parents lived so full and passed so comfortable.
Leaving us with so much.
So as father Val and father Time proceed into that eternal venture.
May their souls and all the souls of the faithfully departed,
Rest in peace and tranquility,
Through Christ our Lord,
Amen.

A leading number one, top shelf Best Seller

Mark DeVost

December 13, 2014

Dad was quite the classical author, poet laureate, novelists, essayist's, writer, dramatists, ombudsman, editor, pundit and op-ed.
With top seller classics such as the work indicated I would have to say he ranked up with the best of them such as:
F. Scott Fitzgerald, John Steinbeck, Walt Whitman, Mark Twain and Ernest Hemingway.

Mark DeVost

December 11, 2014

Something about poppies, larks, life, dawn, glowing sunsets, love, quarrels, faith and sleep.
And a torch . . .
And a place called,
Flanders Fields.

That mark our place, and in the skies . . .

Mark DeVost

December 10, 2014

Mark DeVost

December 10, 2014

The violins . . . it was the violins

I stand fairly strong on such occasions as these

It is the Ashokan Farewell on the Pipes

where I am at my weakest

However at this one

It was the Violins

Mark DeVost

December 10, 2014

In life, along that Virtual Highway, It is often difficult to tell where the journey will take you. Sometimes it leads you to places of happiness and joy, other times it leads one to places of pain and anguish. Today that path has led us to the final resting place of Val, my father, here at Arlington Cemetery.

We/they Were Soldiers:

Lay me doon in the caul caul groon
Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

As the journey of immortality begins, on steps the boots of Val like many other soldiers before him and the many more to come.
Farewell my father, a true soldier/warrior of fortune of which there shall be no other, without equal, matchless.

Ains a year say a prayer faur me
Close yir een an remember me

Mark DeVost

December 10, 2014

Our family would like to thank everyone for their overwhelming heart-felt prayer and love during a somber time in our lives. John Parsley and Andrew Vu organized the beautiful music for Dad's funeral mass. Penny Schwartz, an Arimathean from Saint Peter's Catholic Church, assisted us in selecting the readings and prayers for the service. The Arimatheans are the special volunteers who quietly assist behind the scenes at St. Peter's to help grieving families honor their loved-one in the preparations for their final mass. They direct the readers and musicians and attend the service, praying for the soul of the departed. We thank the sacristans and altar servers. Special thanks to Fr. Thomas Kalita for offering comfort, leading prayer at the viewing, and beautifully articulating who our Dad was in his Homily. We want to recognize the DeVost/Hunter young ladies, Julie and Jacqui DeVost, for their gift of a beautiful violin duet, Amazing Grace, calling us to prayer, and Julie concluding the service with Ashokan Farewell.

We were deeply touched by how many of our friends and family members, especially those who traveled from afar, turned out at the viewings and at Dad's funeral mass. Those at Collins Funeral Home are to be commended for their compassion and professionalism. And especially, let us not forget the efforts of the school bazaar, for an unexpected bonus at no additional cost.

Fred & Nona Silver

December 9, 2014

Karen: we were so sorry to hear the news about your father. You have our deepest sympathy and continue to wish you and your family all the best.

Robert Workman

December 8, 2014

Val was many things to many people. Son of immigrants, child of the depression, a good son that gave up a ride to Hofstra so he could support his family, combat veteran, brilliant engineer, loving husband and father...but to me he'll always be the guy with the loud, booming voice but gregarious manner who took in two little kids, 7 and 8, that had moved here from St. Louis with their grandmother, leaving their parents behind for almost a month. I was lonely and frightened to the point of tears the day after we arrived as we prepared to go to our new school. I said I wasn't feeling well and didn't want to go, but he would have none of it. I was going and that was the end of it. He wouldn't tolerate any complaints, but he made it clear to me, sternly but lovingly, that no matter what, he would take of me and my sister. It was a done deal, he told me. He had promised my dad. I'll never forget him for that. He was a tower of strength for me at a time when I really needed it...thanks Val

Mark DeVost

December 6, 2014

Life's Virtual Highway

In life there exists a Virtual Highway that leads from the light of dawn to the darkness of dusk. Along that path we take steps, we chose those steps and we leave certain foot prints in the sands of time. As that path ends into the dusk of life and we step over into the uncertainty of eternity, no one may follow for those steps are for your soul alone. However in that darkness there exists a certain light that is a reflection of those previous steps. I suspect with a great deal of certainty that Val steps shiningly off into that eternity.
Amen.

Graham Ramsay

December 5, 2014

To Karen & Family, In honor of a lovely & caring man that created brilliant offspring. Warm Wishes,
Graham

December 5, 2014

Dear Karen, Sherry and family,

Passing along our condolences and prayers to you and your family at this very difficult time. May happy memories help comfort you and your family.

With our love and sympathy-

Brian, Annette and Family.

Wendy Friedman

December 5, 2014

Those we Love remain with us,
for Love itself lives on.
Cherished memories never fade,
because a loved one is gone.
Those we Love can never be,
more than a thought apart.
For as long as there is a memory,
they'll live on in our heart

Carl Young

December 5, 2014

TO Beth,Karen,Sherry,Mark and Joe.I know there is another hole deep in your sole that wants to heal.Having lost both Mom and Dad I'm not sure if it ever go's away but it slowly gets better.I hope this helps.When your brother Mark and I were out in the garage working on the old Triumph something went worng ,well mark had some choice words and away went the hammer over my head and aganist the opposing wall, just missing the window.Your Dad stomped to the door opens it and starts cussing like a true Sailor.I poped up from behind the bike,hi Mr Devost oh hi Carl in a very friendly tone, walked in and sat back down.Not long after your Mom calls us in for lunch.After a great meal i walked in sat down and talked with your Dad awhile, watching tv.I truly felt like apart of the Family and was.Thanks Karen and Sherry,Mark,Beth and Joe making me feel loved and always Welcomed.Most of that love that you have comes from your Mom and Your Dad and that empty feeling deep inside may never leave but seems to be the place that mostly good memories will come from.Your friend and Your Hogoff Forever!

Jim Barron

December 5, 2014

Had the best times on vacation with your family even though we left the enchanted forest in ruins our parents just laughed just dance and have your beefeaters and cigar uncle val

Mark DeVost

December 5, 2014

To the east coast DeVost Family, our thoughts and prayers are with you all during this sad time. It is not easy loosing a parent. Now Val and Elenore are back together again still keeping an eye on you guys. Uncle Vake gets to hang out with his brother and sister again.
I know everyone back east knew uncle Vake as Val, but us here on the west coast new Val as uncle Vake. I don't know why. What we do know is that we are glad to have known him, and appreciate the times he visited us in California, and the times we visited in Maryland. He and Elenore both, were very welcoming and gracious in opening their home to us and our children, Reed and Kelly. We are thankful for those good times we shared. What fun memories.
Much Love to All,
Mark and Patty DeVost (Mark West)

Michael Rollings

December 4, 2014

In loving memory of a wonderful and inspirational grandfather who left behind phenomenal children, nieces, nephews, grandchildren, great nieces, great nephews, and even a great-grandchild, I salute Mr. Valmore DeVost!! I will be echoing what Mark has previously stated about a man who had an unbelievable life. He was the son of an immigrant family who did not speak any English whatsoever, fought in and survived the War that caused the most casualties in the history of the country, earned an engineering degree from The Catholic University of America, and the owner of countless patents that blow stuff up. I can't even believe what I just wrote. “My dad is a lawyer; my dad is a doctor; my dad is a Wall Street trader”… “My dad blows stuff up for the government.” I'll take the latter thank you very much.

His life is truly remarkable and his sacrifice has paved the way for a better life not only for his family, but also for many other families living happily today. I second Mark's toast to the Fighting Devosts. May you rest in peace knowing how much you have provided for all of us!!

Love you, Grandpa!!

Me You

December 4, 2014

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Mark DeVost

December 3, 2014

D-G-Wee-G
:)

The Dynamic Duo

Mark DeVost

December 3, 2014

I would like to extend a special accommodation to Steve Vagnoni [see previous post], son of Lou and Tina, two significant friends and coworkers of Val and Eleanor. Like Val and Len, Lou and Val were a true Band of Brothers, Cold War style, a dynamic duo of inseparable coworkers. Two entirely different characters, two completely similar genius. Val high strung, Lou cool calm and collected. The mix of the two matched up for on perfectly balanced solution. An excellently syncopated symphony, a well-oiled machine with Swiss Watch precision. Good thing to cuz working with the pyrotechnics they worked with they would surely have blown themselves up along with the rest of the world; these guys were not just playing with Black Cat Fireworks. Lou kept dad confident in mind and totally focused. Dad had something of a wild spirit with a short fuse. Lou kept him grounded. Val and Lou were a team in there engineering research and development Scientifics. Behind that team was Tina. Tina kept Lou on a sensible leash, he had a venturous nature; and it was not just on one occasion where Lou indicated to Val that not only would he be tarred and feathered but so would dad's skinny butt as well if Tina ever found out. It was the perfect combination of people and events. If not for the hard sound work of those two cowboys, this post would not be occurring . . .
May the souls of Lou & Val, Eleanor & Tina and the rest of the faithfully veteranly departed rest in peace for they have provided us with this peace we enjoy today.

Karen Devost Rollings

December 3, 2014

My Dad sent this to my Aunt. I think he thought I should
have been a boy from what he wrote!!...... If Mark had
not been chasing me, I would have not run my face into the oven!
Then Dad would have been okay with me being a girl.

Brian Workman

December 3, 2014

Remembering my Uncle Val brings me back to great times at Childs Street and Big Rock Road with family, warm greetings, smiles, and extended laughter. Elizabeth, Mark, Karen, Sherry, Joe & the late Joan, and their families are the enduring legacy that my Uncle Val and Aunt Elenor have given to me, and to all of us. You will be missed, but through your family our world is an immeasurably better place. I will think of my Uncle Val every time I appreciate the aroma of a fine cigar, and I will smile reflecting on the richness you and your family have brought to my life. We miss you, rest in peace.

Samantha Felice

December 3, 2014

I'm one of the 10 older grandchildren. I feel so blessed to have had such a wonderful grandpa who I got to see often since I was little. Not everyone gets to see their grandparents very often or get to know them well, but my family was blessed to have our grandparents live just down the street. We would have dinner together once a week along with other events and holidays we would share. Grandpa was always in a great mood. We got to hear stories about the "old days" and all the amazing things he did. My favorite was when grandpa would dance, especially tap. I loved when he spoke French, and talked about his memories growing up. He was a truly inspiring, wonderful man who I am blessed to have as my Grandpa. It makes my heart happy to know him and Grandma are together again in heaven.

Margo Howe

December 3, 2014

I remember sitting around the dinner table on Childs Street (my second home) with Mr. DeVost, Mrs. DeVost, Mark, Beth, Joe, Sherry, and Karen watching the frustrated squirrels trying to get bird seed from Mr. DeVost's "engineered squirrel-proof" bird feeder. Thank you Mr. DeVost for inspiring me to create my own backyard bird sanctuary.

Stephanie Doodigian

December 2, 2014

Thinking of you Sherry. Happy memories and peace in your heart.
Brian, Stephanie,
Kenny and Amanda

Manny Leiva

December 2, 2014

I've known the Devost Family since my early teens back in the early 70s. I always remember walking into the Devost household and being welcomed with a great smile and hearty “hello” from Mr. Devost (Val) and an equally warm welcome by Mrs. Devost. They both made me feel at home and Val always had something funny to say while he gazed at his favorite sports game on TV. As the years passed the warmth never faded but grew increasingly stronger even in Val's late years. Those moments will always be with me.

Dad & Sherry at Solana

Sherry Rodis

December 2, 2014

The week before Dad passed away, we had our usual Hymn Reflection at Solana, where he lived. Usually he was surrounded by the ladies, but fortunately on this day, he was next to me. We shared a book, he sang, he remembered all the words and melody, and would still harmonize. I'm sure many family members remember Dad singing around the piano at the family parties, with Mame playing piano. Great memories!

Jessica Felice

December 2, 2014

I'm one of the 10 grandchildren and I fall in the middle. Grandpa was a fun and happy guy. When I was really little and he was still living on Child St. we would take walks to the waterfall behind his house. I always enjoyed that time with him. As he got older and moved to Olney Mill with grandma, we used to go over for dinner once a week. He was always so happy to sit at the table with "all the pretty girls." I will miss him very much, but its heartwarming to know he's in heaven with his sweetheart.

December 2, 2014

Sorry to hear about Val's passing, he was a very good friend of my fathers , Lou Vagnoni, they worked together for many years at Naval Oridenince Lab in White Oak ,they were both devoted Navy men, my condolences to the Devost family.Steve Vagnoni

Kathy Workman

December 2, 2014

As I reflect back, my Uncle Val was always there to give me the much needed hugs whenever I was around. I will always be thankful for his kindness and attention. He will be missed.

Diane Jablonski

December 2, 2014

So sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with the entire DeVost family.

Kevin Kennedy

December 2, 2014

Mr D, as I called him, was a good and trusted friend for most of my life. He made the DeVost home a second home for me and the kids' other friends, but he also took the time to get to know me, personally; no doubt he truly cared about what I was up to and handed out sage advice that was always heart felt and a shelter from the storm in many respects.A devoted family man with a very compelling personal story, if he ever talked about himself, I cant remember; he and Eleanor were just doers; not yakers or complainers.They wore the yoke of responsibility with apparent ease, despite the back breaking work that goes hand in hand with a life well lived. While they each had much success to brag about...they never did.Not their style. I do not know any perfect people; I don't know what they're like. But Mrs and now Mr D's passing will mean for those of us who knew them well, that we all will have to try to be more like they were--strong, humble servants of God, working for the higher, better good.Not perfect, just 2 extremely decent, hard working Americans who grew a great bunch of kids...without a manual. I loved them both and owe them allot... and will very much miss them adding to the mix. May they rest in peace--now, together and always.Blessings to their extended family and many friends

Val and Amber 2012

Wendy Friedman

December 1, 2014

Val and Amber, oldest and youngest members of the Rollings Runners

Wendy Friedman

December 1, 2014

I will be forever grateful to the DeVost family for opening their hearts and homes to me. I lost my parents as a child and always admired the DeVost family ties. I will miss both Val and Elenor very much.

Karen Hecht

December 1, 2014

I was sorry to hear about the passing of your Dad. Wow! He lived a long life. I only remember all the good about your Dad which included sitting around the kitchen table with him and your Mom. You girls were lucky to have such nice parents. Remember the good times.

Mark DeVost

November 30, 2014

A brief word on the career and commitment of Val DeVost:
He enlisted in the US Navy as a CB, fought in the pacific theater all the way to Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Once discharged from the Navy he immediately went to work at the Navy yard, earned a mechanical engineering degree and worked as a test engineer for more than 60 years as a civil servant a various Navy Laboratories. May your soul rest in peace as you have kept the peace with your distinguished services.

What Dad did for a living

Mark DeVost

November 30, 2014

Val was there. I would speculate that if you have seen one of those pyrotechnics, you have pretty much seen it all. To that I propose a toast to the Fighting DeVosts'. Here is to you Father Val and Uncle Len, a Band of Brothers, Brothers in Arms, doing what you do best, blowing up stuff.

Curtis and Dana Young

November 30, 2014

Mark Devost and Family in your time of great sorrow the Young family wish to extend our condolences and sympathy. Many friends share your grief. Peace be with you. United States Navy Core Values. Honor, Courage, and Commitment.

The who what and where of Dad

Mark DeVost

November 28, 2014

Those Guys

Mark DeVost

November 28, 2014

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seabee
Those guys . . . .
:(

Val & Len, Band of Brothers, photographed as they were on that fateful day, The Summer of 42.

Mark DeVost

November 28, 2014

James Kraft

November 28, 2014

DeVost Family, very sorry for your loss. May you find comfort in the love of family and friends.

Mark DeVost

November 27, 2014

It will be a quiet, somber Thanksgiving Day recognition at the DeVost Table today. However it will be a celebration none the less for if it were not for the sacrifices of those/these brave patriotic men, we would be at an entirely different table. A special thank you we shall extend and give forth to those brave patriots who have provided us with this table and thy bounty upon it that we are so gratefully about to receive, through Christ our Lord on this day, Wednesday November 27, 2014, amen . . .

Bob Kalbacher

November 25, 2014

Lisa and I are sorry to hear of his passing. We know he will be missed by many.

Mark DeVost

November 24, 2014

That guy . . .
http://ussslcca25.com/devost.htm#top

Mark DeVost

November 23, 2014

That guy . . . .

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greatest_Generation

Mark DeVost

November 23, 2014

A journey has passed. From the vicinity of Saint-Jean-sur-Richelieu QC, to the granite hills and industrial mills of Berlin NH, in the grim aftermath of WWI, through the total losses of the Great Depression and on to the prosperous shores of Long Island NY and then, straight into the death-jaws of WWII that led on to the blood baths of the South Pacific in endless campaigns of island hopping from the Solomon's all the way to Okinawa from sea to shining sea. That living nightmare completed, it was on to the next vice grip reality of the Nuclear age, the era defined as The Cold War, proving that warfare is never ending, the WWI, the war to end all wars, did not, it just included intermission, “Only the dead have seen the end of war”, Plato 360bce, that was the essence of the footprints of Val, appropriately ending at Arlington Cemetery. This was one great journey to have survived and that there is no one who is more grateful than I, that this guy somehow managed through all that, in one piece, along with the rest his fellow journeymen of that era, including those that did not make it, and the rest who made it out in pieces for no one survive a journey like that whole. The era of proud, strong, veteran, patriotic men, the men of The Greatest Generation.
Farwell father,
Mark A. DeVost Eldest son of 6

Mark DeVost

November 23, 2014

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