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for Herbert Brum
Michael Brum
February 25, 2006
A Letter to Dad , Dear dad ,It,s been 11 Monthes Since you passed away and it is still hard to except that your not here to talk to.You have always been there for me and I guess I never though about lossing you.Although the emptyness I feel from your loss is out weighed by the thankfulness and pride I feel from having you as my father. I see a little of you every day in my son,s and in myself. I want to thank you for being such a good father to me,you were always there with the stability and direction I needed. I know how lucky I am to have a father as deticated and carring as you.Your detication to your job never went unnoticed ethier.I remember that you always worked later than the fathers of my freinds in our neiborhood,but I felt that was because you were more important. It also gave me time to run home and get my chors done befor you go home from work. I rember our family dinners were an important part of growing up for me. Every thing always got talked about at the dinner table,you always had a few things to say about your day, weather good or bad it was with great intent,we knew how important your work was to you. Having you as my father instilled in me your strong work ethic,self motivation and leadership skills and I cant thank you enough.Thinking of all your great acomplishments,the one I admire you most for is your relationship with mom. The two of you got along wonderfuly,and seemed to agree on every thing,the love and devotion you shared gave the gift of love and a positive outlook on life. I want to thank you for your help in raising my sons. You and mom were always right there for them.Picking them up when I
worker late, taking them on weekend outings I often thought it was a burden on you Now that I have a grandson I know how much you must have enjoyed it.You gave them the same wonderful quality,s you gave me.They are truly missing you. I have been missing you advice on things,You would always talk to me in depth on busnis and ivestment decisions and bring out all the pros and cons,but in finnishing you would always tell me I had to make my own decision. This gave me the confidence and the feeling of your trust to do just that.So now I feel your presence when I weigh those pros and cons as well as your aproval as I go on with daily life. Love You Dad I miss you greatly, Love Mike
G. Howard Phillips
December 27, 2005
I met Herb and Genevieve at a Farm Bureau Council meeting. After joining, Herb,Genevieve, and I became good friends. Herb and I both had started our careers as vocational agriculture teachers and we were both WWII veterans. We had many good times together over the many years we had Farm Bureau Council meetings. He was a great guy and I learned many things from our interactions. I am very sorry to learn of his death. I wish Genevieve all the best. G. Howard Phillips
Herbert D. Chamberlain
November 29, 2005
His given name was Herbert, my given name is Herbert, his middle initial is D. for Duane, mine is D. for Denison and here is where the similarities end. He was my critic teacher 50 years ago at Frankfort, Oh. I was 2 years older than Duane, (since I notice that is what most everyone called him,) however he had more knowledge of Agriculture than I ever thought I needed.I had a degree in horticulture and manged a peach orchard for my father in Vinton County. One of my assignments during my training to be certified as a Vocational Agriculture Teacher was to show some students how to castrate young pigs. Duane told me what I would need and that to be sure to see that the student who owned this sow made sure that she was in a seperate stall. Of course this didn't happen and when I entered the area where the young pigs were the sow decided that I wasn't going to touch her young ones. Eventually we got the sow rounded-up and seperated from her brood and then I had to show these students how to do something I had never done before in my life, except for putting rubber bands on lambs. This time I had a brand new Bard Parker knife and proceded sucessfully to show the students how to perform such surgery. I am sure that this experience gave me the training I needed to go on in life and be a successful Vocational Agriculture teacher and later vocational school administrator. Herb was an outstanding person whom I always admired. He graduated from Marietta High School,(1941)which was the same year that I graduated from McArthur High School.He told me the story of making the debate team during his high school days. Kids taking agriculture in those days found it difficult to get the recognition they deserved. However, he did on April 1st, 1941 he received 1st place in Orginal Oration at state finals in Columbus.
We fought the same war, loved a lot of the same things in life and had great Washington County women to guide us and keep us on the right path. Charlotte Rinehart Chamberlain, my wife graduated from Marietta HS in 1942. The true meaning of the name Herbert is (Glory of the Army) fits doesn't it? We will miss him, but look what he made us, better people. Herb & Charlotte Chamberlain - Reynoldsburg,OH. (Genevieve - I asumed that you are a Washington County lady, and I hope that I assmuned correctly.)
Janice Berry Paganini
August 13, 2005
The Brums are the best thing the realtor did not tell us about more than 12 years ago when we first looked at our home, although we did fall in love that day with their yard, a place where you knew on sight that a family had shared great love and happiness. When we met Genevieve and Duane Brum, of course the pieces fell into place, and we were charmed by their kindness and generosity. Most striking was the love they shared. It was always such a comfort to see them out walking together, even when we did not talk to them.
Although I knew Duane more from the wonderful things Genevieve told me about him (and his bravery, gentleness, and dedication to their family) than from personal experience, I appreciated his kindness and intelligence. Our children—even the two who are slow to warm up—immediately felt comfortable with Duane and Genevieve. When we had treats to take over there, the kids argued over who got to deliver them, and none of them wanted the others infringing on their own time with the Brums. The last time I saw Duane was a time when we stopped over to bring something and Genevieve was not home. Although he was in terrible pain by then and must have found it very hard to stand and talk, he commented on our littlest child (who was with us) and expressed an interest in our lives.
We have so appreciated the Brums’ friendship, including the comforting and optimistic support they gave us when we went through a major upheaval last summer and almost moved out of state. It was such a relief when Bruno found a job locally and we got to stay here!
We finally have accepted that we will never be able to make the shift to speaking of Genevieve as singular. It’s always “I wonder if the Brums have seen that cat” or “Will you take these muffins to the Brums’?” Our three-year-old talks about Mr. Brum in the present tense. After reading the other tributes in this guest book, I’ve realized that we’re not misspeaking so much as still feeling Duane’s presence with Genevieve—and apparently we are not alone in this regard.
Sumarin Brum
July 24, 2005
Dedicated to Grandpa Brum
Goodnight my soldier
Goodnight my soldier, youv'e had a long life
Good night my good soldier, may you sleep well tonight
As you shut your eyes and say your good byes
you'll always remember as you keep them inside.
Goodnight my good soldier, you'll miss your wife
Who meant more to you than your life
And your kids you raised so well,
they turned out to be really swell.
Good night my good soldier '
As you walked down the lane,
Letting your sorrows rain,
We'll always remember Grandpa Duane.
Sumarin, Age 11 years.
Dave & Sally Byers
June 27, 2005
We knew Dwayne for many years and were always touched by his gentle caring for Genevieve. We always enjoyed the more serious discussions among the husbands of the CCL and Dwayne's sensible observations and opinions. At one meeting Dwayne told about his experience with the army in Europe at the time of the Battle of the Bulge. We knew he must have had a rough time and certainly was the type of man written about by Tom Brokaw in the "Greatest Generation". He was an unassuming hero and had our deepest thanks for his unselfish service. We will miss him.
Genevieve Brum
June 16, 2005
If I be the first to die
Let grief not blacken long your sky
Be bold yet modest in your grieving
There is a change but not a leaving.
For just as death is part of life.
The dead live on forever in the living
And all the gathered riches of our journey
The moments shared, the mysteries explored
The steady layering of intimacy stored,
The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,
The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing,
Each giving and taking,
These are not flowers that fade.
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone, for even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.
What we were , we are.
What we had , we have
A conjoined past imperishably present.
So when you walk where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,
Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And finding none feel sorrow start to eteal upon you .
Be still
Close your eyes Breathe
Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you;
I did not write the above . I found it while both of us were still healthy and shared it with Duane. We agreed that this is how it would be and now i know that it is rrue.
Eldon Brum
June 11, 2005
As a younger cousin, I barely knew Duane until my adult life in central Ohio where we were with each other occasionally. When Duane or Genevieve mentioned he was assembling his WWII remembrances, I meant to indicate a casual interest. The perceptive Duane quickly mentioned I could read it; in short order I had a copy. I read it twice; I made it available to our daughters and my sister when they visited us. I was impressed. It revealed a Duane I had not known. Yet it was an expansion rather than the revealing of a new Duane because his WWII experiences were consistent with the Duane I have long known.
The second day after Duane's passing, some of us were having lunch at Christine Kimpel's house as had been planned a week earlier by Genevieve, Christine, and Ruth. After lunch I happened to be seated across the dining room table from Chris and Matt. During a lull in the conversation the thought -- it's a good family -- crossed my mind. A suggestion and a testimony that a life was well lived and that a life and lives are being well lived.
Eldon Brum
Bud Glenn
April 29, 2005
The Brum family was my idea of what a family should be. Genevieve and Dwane were the most loving couple I have ever met. What an inspiration to the rest of the world. Bud Glenn
Ann B. Wildman
April 29, 2005
I've long admired the Brum Family and enjoyed hearing Genevieve give me updates on it's members. I have especially admired the way Geneieve and Dwane always had an aura of love and respect about them. Love, Ann Wildman
Donald Kiser
April 20, 2005
We first met Genevieve and Duane Brum in the mid nineteen sixties when they built their house next door to ours on Cooper Rd. Due to both of us working, him out of town so much of the time and my odd hours, we only got to talk on weekends, usually around his garden or on the back porch. We remember how much he loved Alum Creek where they built a seat along the high bank that was there. He and his boys planted the last hundred feet or so of their lot with trees and allowed it to grow wild. He put a large block of salt back there for the deer, which was becoming more plentiful by then.
I didn't really get to know him until we both had retired and we held many long conversations on his deck or front porch, (not too many talks inside because we were in Florida in the wintertime). During the winter he watched over our house and on more than one occasion he caught a problem before it developed into something serious, like a leaking well pressure tank or a faulty furnace control. We are forever thankful for that.
I particularly enjoyed talking to him about his war experiences. It was difficult to get him to open up about them and I am sure I didn't hear but a fraction of them. We are going to miss him immensely but are comforted by the knowledge that he is in a better place now, where there are no more wars and hardship.
Don and Mary Kiser
April 20, 2005
Genevieve (Eve) Kruger
April 19, 2005
It is difficult to put into writing how much I care for my grandpa and how much I will miss him. Every summer our family would make the long drive out to Ohio from New Mexico, usually with the three of us kids alternating between fighting and giggling the whole way until we nearly drove our parents over the edge. Finally arriving in Ohio was like a magical moment though. Ohio was so different than New Mexico since it was so green and humid and with a heat that seemed to have little relation to the sun. There were also many things we never saw at home like a creek in the backyard, lightening bugs, poison ivy and vegetables actually growing out of the ground. Grandpa was always anxious to teach us. He would point out different plants along the walk through the forested area, and tell us stories about things our mom and uncles used to do like building the dune buggy whose rusted carcass could still be seen on the side of the yard.
Of course, another fun thing about visiting Ohio was that Grandpa would always let us do stuff mom wouldn't at home. There were
tractors to ride on, BB guns to shoot, staying up late playing pool in the basement, and of course burning trash which I found particularly fascinating. Granted, Mom didn't actually let me do most of these activities, but it was fun to see her arguing back and forth with Grandpa and him trying to make sure the boys would learn to shoot. For dinner, we usually would have roast beef and mashed potatoes, which were Grandpa's favorite, along with fresh vegetables from the garden. After dinner, we would always have ice cream. Either we would decide on a flavor to bring up from the chest freezer in the basement, or try to convince Grandpa to take us to Knight's Ice Cream. This was always an issue because Grandpa really did not want any ice cream spilled in his car. This only added to the excitement of going to Knight's because you were never quite sure what would happen. One time I remember, we went with Matt and Chris, and I believe it was Matt who first thing on getting into the car decided to bite off the bottom of his ice cream cone before even licking the top. Ben and I looked at each other and started laughing hysterically, partially out of disbelief that this would actually occur knowing the rules of the car. Then Grandpa looked back and saw the large scoop of vanilla ice cream beginning to drip down the sides and through the bottom of the cone. He turned bright red, made a few choice remarks, then grabbed the ice cream cone and ate the entire thing in one bite.
We always knew how much Grandpa loved us, but also knew it was important not to upset Grandpa. One time, we had gone out in Grandpa's small single engine motor boat. We were on a picnic with the whole family, and Uncle Mike was driving the boat while Grandma, Grandpa, my parents and others remained on the shore. We got out to about the middle of the lake when the engine died. We sat out there for a little bit trying to think of plan. Grandpa called out to ask us why we were just sitting there, "oh just enjoying the lake, looking for fish," we said. We weren't so concerned with how we would get back to shore as to how we could prevent Grandpa from finding out the motor was broken. Finally we noticed a single oar in the bottom of the boat and started to row back very slowly. Of course, this looked pretty suspicious, but we yelled back that we were just interested in seeing what it was like to row a boat since we didn't get to do that very often. Mike fixed the engine when we got back and I don't think we fooled Grandpa too effectively.
Visiting Ohio again as an adult with my own child has been just as magical. Mason loved doing all the things I enjoyed, such as
rolling down the large grassy hill, exploring the forested area down by the creek, and building block towers with Grandpa. He took right away to my Grandma and Grandpa, somehow he knew on arrival how special they are and how much they loved him. As an adult, I could also appreciate more of my Grandpa's sense of humor. We were visiting when Mason was about 6 months old. They had somehow gotten a free subscription to People Magazine and Mason found a copy on the couch and was flipping through it like he was reading it. This caught Grandpa's eye. Suddenly, Mason closed the magazine and threw it on the floor. Grandpa said, "wow, that magazine doesn't even have the content to entertain a 6 month old!" It's hard to remember all the comments he made, but he always made me smile.
I am so proud of my Grandpa for the wonderful and caring person that he was, all that he accomplished professionally, and the wonderful family he started that I feel so privileged to be a part of. He is an inspiration to me in all aspects of my life. My husband and I chose our wedding day as the same day as my Grandparents 50th wedding anniversary both because it was such a special day and because we can only hope to follow in their footsteps.
Dorothy Wig
April 18, 2005
In the mid 40's four of us young ladies shared an apartment on Frambes Ave. in Columbus near the Ohio State University Campus. Genevieve was a School Teacher, Harriet and I Med Techs at White Cross Hospital, and Lou a Secretary at Fort Hayes. In the Autumn of 1946 we became aware that Genevieve was taking frequent week-end trips to her home near Marietta, something she had not done before. She was being driven by a young man from Marietta who was a student at Ohio State. And we noticed that she would come back to the apartment with a sparkle in her eyes and brimming over with happiness. It was sometime later that we met the gentleman who was responsible for this - Herbert D. Brum. He was Duane to us. It was a rather short courtship because it didn’t take long for the two of them to know they were meant for each other. There was a beautiful wedding in Marietta which we attended and a lovely reception at her home. I remember how upset Duane was when his best man put a sizable dent in the fender of his new car just before Duane and Genevieve left on their honeymoon.
I had married earlier in the summer and we two couples lived not too far apart and we kept in touch. Our son Chris was born later the same year as Karla and through the years we visited back and forth. My husband Clif and I were campers and Clif suggested that we meet at a campsite in Southern Ohio for a weekend. The children were excited so Duane agreed and we did not know until later that after his experience in the army that was about the last thing he wanted to do. It rained and rained and our son, Chris, started running a temperature and we had to find a doctor which cut short the camping. Duane was such a good sport about this miserable weekend. But they didn’t go camping with us again. He remained congenial in the most trying of circumstances. I was impressed at Duane’s evident love for and pride in his family.
I have many fond memories of the times we spent together. Later as our children grew and became involved in so many activities we didn’t visit as often. I do remember attending Karla’s wedding and I was struck at the pride in Duane’s eyes as he gave away his only daughter.
I was impressed by how well read Duane was. He seemed to be able to talk on any subject from nature, ability to identify different bird calls and plants, to politics and world issues. He and Clif had many discussions and we were always interested in Duane’s viewpoint.
I am sure there is a special place for Duane who was such a special person.
Varissa Brum
April 9, 2005
Grandpa, I love you so much....and we will miss you so much. I'll always remember when I was little he would show me how to build planes and fly them, or take me on walks down by the creek,or make that meatloaf that I loved so much. Also take me to pick berries and dig potatoes, and show me how to make ink out of berries. When we went down to the creek he would tell me to watch out for poision ivy, and he would show me so many other things that lived down there.
And he had that kitty, amber, that he adored. Cats always remind me of him. He liked that cat so much. And I loved his World War 2 stories. That's what got me into history so much. And I remember when he stood up in church when we went with him and grandma, he would say how much he loved having us here to visit.
I miss my grandpa so much. I wish I could have saw him again before he passed away. It makes me cry just writing this. It hurts so bad to know that he's gone. But I know that he is in a better place, and that he will always be looking down on us.
Love Always,
Varissa
Mark Brum
April 9, 2005
I am proud to be the son of Herbert Brum. I have so many precious memories of him that I cannot put them all into words.
Looking back, I remember the many times he gave his advice, which I almost always ignored. In hindsight, I realize that all his advice was sound and that I would have always had been better off if I'd followed it. It is hard to know that I will now have to face life's future troubles without his advice. I will miss him terribly.
I remember how good he looked in a suit. He wore a suit every day when he went to work, his tie neatly knotted and his shoes shined. I remember thinking how distinguished and natural he looked. It was as though wearing a suit were as normal as breathing. I thought of him as the model of adult success and I always hoped that someday I too, would have a job where I could get up and put on a suit every day. I now rarely have occasion to wear a suit and when I do, I still feel self conscious, like a child playing a game of dress up. But when I look in the mirror, I silently compare myself to the memory of my Dad. I never doubted that people took Dad seriously. He always looked so distinguished and in charge.
It has always been important to me that as a very young man, Dad fought in World War II. He served as an infantry Private. He had always wanted to be an officer, and when I was a kid and asked Dad what he had wanted to be when he grew up, he'd answer without hesitating that he'd wanted to be a career Army officer. During World War II, he was in college and on his way to being an officer under the Army Specialized Training Program when his unit was mobilized and he was sent into battle as a lowly Private. The wound he received while fighting in Europe cut short his military career. Although he went on to be a successful professional in the civilian world, he never acheived his dream of being an Army officer. One might think he'd be bitter about the change of direction life had imposed upon him, but he always looked at it as point of pride. He used to say that Privates were the ones who really won wars, and of course, he's right.
Because of my father's war experience, I grew up knowing that my father was someone who would not only put food on the table, or a roof over my head, but someone who when need be would go do battle with the forces of evil. It was a powerful example he set for me.
I'm grateful to my father for everything he's done and everything he's been to me. He'll always be part of me.
Sumarin Brum
April 9, 2005
Herbert was my grandpa and I miss him dearly. I didn't know him very well but I wish I had the chance. I remember how me and grandma and grandpa used to go and walk by the creek. I remember how grandpa had to trim the branches with his knife so they would not scratch me or grandma and I would always get poison ivy all over me.
I will treasure each and every moment that I had with him and how he would watch us throw the foam air planes that he would buy for us. My friend and I were at Hobby Lobby and we saw some of those and I said, "Hey, when my grandpa gets better, we are going to race those with him like we always do." But he never got better.
I will always remember my grandpa in my heart even though he is not with us now.
Sumarin Brum
April 8, 2005
Herbert was my grandpa and I miss him dearly.I didn't know him very well but I wish I had the chance.
I remember how me and grandma and grandpa use to go and walk by the creek. I remember how grandpa had to trim the branches with his knife so they would not scrach me or grandma and I would always get posin ivy all over me.
I will treasure each and every moment that I had with him and how he would watch us throw the foam air planes that he would buy for us.
My friend and I were at Hobbie Lobby and we saw some of those and I said "Hey, when my grandpa gets better we are going to race those with him like we alway do." But he never got better.
I will always remember my grandpa in my heart even thought he is not with us now.
Sandie Wilson
April 8, 2005
Words seem so inadequate at times. Duane is so much a part of my family and my past. I enjoyed his stories about family. We shared many family gatherings. My memories of him will always be lit by laughter and sunshine.
His relationship with Genevieve is a wonderful example of what can be between a man and a woman. So many times people have told me how they marveled and admired Duane's attentive love. It was expressed in so many ways. He always opened the door for her. He always helped her in many personal ways. My cousin and I took Genevieve to lunch one day last fall. Duane stood at the door watching us go to the car. He gave us instructions on how to care for her so nothing happened. It was very sweet and so genuine. He will be absent but never forgotten.
Karla Brum Crane
April 8, 2005
I have always been proud to be the daughter of Duane Brum. When I was a little girl, I thought he was the handsomest, smartest, kindest man in the world. My dad could do anything. When we got our first television, I thought it was my dad who played the role of Wyatt Earp. Dad was a teacher at the town high school, he officiated at games and parades, he drove the school bus! When I was five, I got to go to school with him when he dropped me off at kindergarten. How proud I was that day! I wanted to be like my dad when I grew up.
Dad was ambitious in his career and he thrived on hard work. He worked long hours and took very little time off, going in on weekends. But he was always there for me when I needed him. He never tried to direct me or second guess my decisions as I grew up. Without words, he let me know that he trusted my ability to make good decisions. He helped me understand that there are no wrong choices in life as long as you are committed to following through on your actions. After I became a parent, I understood how hard it is to let children find their own way and I tried to do for my children what my dad did for me - give them the freedom to grow into confidence and understand their own competence.
Dad always made me feel special. I remember the day when he and Mom went with me to buy my wedding gown. Dad wasn't a big shopper so I knew how important this was to him to be there. He watched me try on gowns and didn't say much when I selected the one I would wear. Then we turned to the veils and I chose a long one. It was the late 60's when hair was long and hair adornments were simple. Dad saw a fancy crown of embroidered daisies encrusted with tiny pearls and said he wanted me to wear that. I would never have chosen such a headpiece for myself but I wore it for my dad. And I knew I was still a princess in his heart.
I miss being able to talk to my dad and hear his advice and comforting words. As I drove to Ohio last weekend to visit my mother, I was comforted to still hear his voice in my head as I followed the directions he had given me so often, and I felt his love all around me.
Roger Brum
April 7, 2005
I have so many fond memories of Dad. Growing up in the 50's and 60's we always had dinner together as a family. The conversations around the dinner table were always lively and interesting we talked about politics, recent events, ethics. Dad was very well read and could debate almost any topic with inpenetrable logic.
Dad encouraged and was very proud of each of his 4 children and supported us in whatever we wanted to do. He would never offer advice unless we asked for it and then it would be very well thought through and insightful.
Dad was highly educated and had an outstanding career but the most outstanding thing in his life was the love he shared with Mom. Their love was like a new love, everyday, that has lasted 57 years. We were so lucky to grow up in that kind of perfect love. He will always be with us.
Patty Gaines
April 6, 2005
The stories he shared the memories he had. What a wonderful man he was. The devotion he had to his family and his wife Genevieve of 57 years. He will surely be missed, but he is still alive in the hearts of those that loved him.
michael brum
April 6, 2005
In the loss of my father I also have sufferd a loss of words For there are no words that could describe how speical dad is or the greatness of the loss. Though I know we all must pass,I truly feel my parents deserved many more wonderful years together.They share a very special bond with each other,with the stibility,encourgment and understanding it takes to make a very special couple and of course the very best parents a family could ever have.Dad will always be with us for he will be in our harts and on our minds.It is hard not having him there to talk to or ask of his opinion,but I still feel his guidance in every thing I do.When I leave there house after a visit mom and dad would always come out on the patio to wave goobye to me,now that dad has passed and mom waves to me as I leave I see both of them standing there,not because their image is in my mind but because their bond is so great they will always be there together
Sarah brum
April 3, 2005
I am another one of Herbert Brum's grandchildren. When I was younger my family often went to Ohio for the summer to visit Grandma and Grandpa Brum. Those joyous weeks of playing in the woods I will never forget. I have so many cherishable memories of Grandpa Brum. I remember swinging on the bench swing in their backyard in Westerville, with Grandpa. I was fasinated with the way that he would whistle back and forth with the birds in the trees. He would try to teach me to whistle like the birds as we swang back and forth. Ill never forget the first time I rode a tractor with him -even though I wasnt allowed past turtle speed (for good reason). I remember he would often stop at the peach stands on the side of the road on the way to Valentine lake to pick up the juiciest and sweetest peaches I have ever tasted. My grandpa is one of a kind, and his amazing life will be forever remembered. He taught ALL of his grandchilren so much and he now lives on in all of us.
Fian Kunesh
April 3, 2005
My father is one of Herbert's cousins. I was honored to have Herbert speak at my high school graduation. As he relayed his family stories in the speech, he encouraged us graduates to always persevere to reach our goals.
On a personal level, he was always kind to my family and hospitable at holiday gatherings. He consistently reached out to others, especially children, and appreciated those around him. He will be missed.
Shelly Detty
April 1, 2005
I've been a neighbor to the Brum's for just under a year but I feel as though I've known them a lifetime. I first met Mr. Brum after he and Mrs. Brum went out of their way to bring me homemade cupcakes to welcome me to the neighborhood. It was not easy for them but they took the time and effort to walk all the way over to my house and I will never forget it. I was so very sorry to hear of Mr. Brum's illness and death. I held him and the whole family in my heart and prayers every day and I still do. May you have God's "peace that passes all understanding" during this very hard time.
Love,
Franklin Brum
March 30, 2005
I am another of the large group of cousins of Dr. Brum. I am Franklin L. Brum, son of Harry Brum and grandson of Henry Brum. I know we have a common ancestor who came to the U.S. from Alsace-Lorraine.
My wife, Marilyn, and I send our condolences to the family.
HARRY BARR
March 30, 2005
I first met Herb in chemistry class at OSU. We were called up in 1943 and did basic training together and then went together to Army Specialized Training at Georgetown Univ. We were sent together to 102nd Infantry in Texas. In Germany we were assigned to different companies but both found ourselves in 10th General Hospital in England. We had both been wounded in the left knee on the same afternoon, Nov. 18, 1944
Herb was headed home and someone had cleaned my billfold while I was on the operating table. Herb loaned me all of his money. Herb visited my parents when he got home.
To have known Herb in school, on furlough,in training and in infantry combat was to have thorough knowledge of the man. He had bravery,early leadership, judgement and the highest integrity. I had no truer friend.
I trusted him with my life
Other than for my own immediate family no loss has caused me such a profound feeling of loss and grief
Heidi Brum
March 29, 2005
My father is one of Herbert's many cousins (on Herbert's father's side of the family). Our family lives in central Ohio, not too far from Herbert and his wife Genevieve's lovely home. We enjoyed many casual and delightful summer evenings playing in their back yard, which slopes gently towards the creek.
One of my earliest recollections of their home is the 4th of July 1979 when Herbert and Genevieve hosted a family reunion. I was thrilled with the berry bushes and the way that the paths had been mown through the tall grass in the part of the yard closer to the creek. The paths had been mown in sharply twisting and turning patterns. I had a lot of fun running through the area of grass, zigging and zagging along the paths.
Herbert and Genevieve's yard was also a lot of fun during the winter. I went sledding there a couple times with Chris and Matt, 2 of their grandsons, even though I am several years older than they. Herbert and Genevieve's back yard was a great place to be a kid again.
Herbert and Genevieve also invited me to their pond in Martinsburg to swim, when they thought that I needed a break from studying.
Herbert was always kind to me and easy to talk to and he will be greatly missed.
Jeff Akers
March 28, 2005
As the consultant for Career Based Intervention at the Ohio Department of Education, I would like to express our sympathy to the family of Dr. Brum from the entire Career Based Intervention community. Dr. Brum's dedicated work to establish career technical programs to address the distinct needs of disadvantaged and at-risk students will always be greatly appreciated.
Stacie Berkley
March 27, 2005
I thinking of your family and you are in my prayers.
Ben Crane
March 27, 2005
I am one of Herbert Brum's grandchildren. I have many fond memories of visits with him throughout my life. One such memory is of him helping me to build a play house at my parents home in New Mexico when I was perhaps 5 years old. The house was made of firewood and scrap lumber but stood for many years until we were all too big to fit in it. I also have fond memories of visitng my grandfather at his home in Ohio. It was a two day drive from New Mexico, but we made the trip for a couple weeks most summers. I enjoyed walking down to Alum Creek and skipping rocks with him as well as fishing trips and rides in his small motor boat. I also have fond memories of him teaching me to shoot BB guns.
I was fortunate to be able to visit my grandmother in Ohio this weekend and enjoyed hearing others memories of my grandfather. His memory is cherished by many.
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