August H. “Gus” Held

August H. “Gus” Held

Bronx, Bronx County, New York, USA
Death 17 Nov 2010 (aged 85)
South Weymouth, Norfolk County, Massachusetts, USA
Burial Weymouth, Norfolk County, Massachusetts, USA
Memorial ID 61833638 · View Source
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Born February 15th 1925 to William and Mary Held in Bronx, New York August H. Held would soon become known to those who loved and respected him as "Gus."

Gus lived a life so full of passion, determination, and accomplishments that his stories were often followed by his wife adding, "true story." Few men have lived with such a powerful balance of strength and kindness. A friend to those who deserved unequivocal devotion and a force to those who would be naught to forget their follies, Gus was a role model and mentor who changed lives with every personal interaction. He dedicated his life to his country beginning with his enlistment in WWII through five campaigns in the Pacific. He leaves his lasting mark as an honorable disabled veteran, an admiral in the United States Volunteer Life Saving Corps, and a family's personal hero.

Survived by his wife, and love of his life Winifred, siblings Lillian and Helen, three children Billy and his wife Paula, Claire and her husband Richard and Kathy and her husband Charles, grandchildren Christopher, Christine, Katherine and Kimberly, two and 1/3 great-grandchildren Kaitlyn, Alison, and to be determined in May, and Carol, his niece who he thought of as a daughter. So many lives were touched by this man who gave so much of himself so easily to numerous nieces, nephews and friends who were always welcomed and treated like family.

Preceded in death by his brother Walter and sisters Dorothea and Freda.

Visiting will be at the C. C. Shepherd Funeral Home, 134 Pleasant St. (Columbian Sq.) S. Weymouth, MA on Saturday November 20 from 10 A.M. to 1 P.M. Immediately followed by a Funeral Service at 1 P.M. at the Funeral Home.

A Day Remembered
By Claire A. Mazuruk
For those who were unable to attend the services for August (Gus) Held I would like to share the story of the day we honored him. On November 20th 2010 we stood together as a family to express our love and memories of a great man, a wonderful husband, a loving father, a giving brother, an uncle, a grandfather and a friend. I hope this will let you share this experience and know that you were all there in our thoughts and expressions of love.

So many people came to share hugs, memories and tears. They were first greeted with a large collage of our family pictures. We could have filled the room and there still would have been so much more. They then signed in and left beautiful messages. Dad was never one for grandstanding so his coffin was simply covered with the American flag. He so loved this country. Next to him was a picture of him and mom. There were beautiful flowers all around him. So many people attended, friends, coworkers and family. A beautiful moment was when the dear friends of mom and dad arrived from New York.

Mom wanted each of us to stand and share a memory at the service so we began with each family member going up to the pedestal. None of us knew what was going to be said and none of us were prepared for the impact of each story.

Billy as the eldest was first. A man of few words brought everyone to tears. You could hear the emotion in his voice and see the welling of tears in his eyes as he began. Forgive me if this is not exactly what he said, but it is what I remember the most. "When I was a kid he was my Uncle. When I reached 16 he adopted me and became my Father. In my adulthood he became my best friend."

Paula and Kim were next to speak, however Kaitlyn let it be known that she wished to join them by stating in a loud voice, me too. So together they stood and expressed their love of Dad. Having Katey there was a blessing. She reminded us all that life is a beautiful thing to be cherished and that a part of us goes on in each and every life we touch.

Christine stepped forward with so much sadness knowing that she had not yet shared her news about the miracle she was carrying, another great granddaughter.

Kathy wrote a story of the great lessons her father taught her. It went like this:
My Dad had always wanted us to be college educated and to become teachers, when in reality, he was the teacher. Everyone who ever met my dad learned something from him. Either a tool for life or something you should never do again. I learned by my father's side what a feeler gauge was and how to gap a spark plug. I guess that one isn't a value anymore with cars being what they are today. He taught me how to fish and to walk through the woods quietly so I could observe the beauty of it all. Whether it was hanging drywall, driving a tractor, tending to a hurt animal, or tying a bowlen knot, huumm....I don't think I've used that one lately, but that rabbit is still coming our of his hole and running around that tree. Oh this one is an important one. Safe boating means never bring too many rocks from Long Island Sound. Some lessons were harder learned than others, like riding a two wheeler. That took so many hours. Never walk on the porch railing or how to remember your left from your right. But most of all he taught me to stand up for myself, care about causes, help those in need, and to love. Whether by instruction, or by his example, he was the teacher, my DAD. And I will carry him in my heart always.

I shared my message to my father. "None of you thought I could do this. I didn't think that I could do this. But here I am trying to believe that I am a strong person, as my father believed. Let me begin by saying that if you knew my Dad there is nothing I can say. And for those here that never got to meet him I wish there was another day so you could. So I'm just going to say thank you Dad. Thank you for making me who I am. For teaching me how important family is. Thank you for teaching me how important it is to be independent, to always learn from every experience, to be confident in my decisions. To love nature, respect others, and always help those in need. Never say anything you don't know to be true and never back down when you're right. More importantly I thank you for trusting me with your most cherished possession, "Mom" and I know that she is in good hands. I will love and protect her like you were standing by my side. I know that if I don't I'll hear from you.

"Never goodbye, always hello. I love you."

Gus had a crow that he rescued which he kept for decades. The crow went with his daughter to her college and the college issued a degree to him in "Crowology."

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