James Demuth, 81, of International Falls, Minn., died Thursday, July 26, 2018 at Essentia Health — St. Mary’s Medical Center, Duluth.
He was born in 1936 in International Falls to Mary and Frank Demuth.
He had two brothers, Donald and Ronald Demuth. He had two half siblings, Frank Boresek and Helen Wemple.
He graduated from Falls High School and then he met the love of his life, Gloria (Barg). They moved to Myrtle Point, Ore. where the girls were born. They missed being close to the family so they moved back to the Falls where the rest of the boys were born.
He started work in Mando and studied at night to become an instrument repair man for Boise Paper Mill. He had many side jobs, which included working at the Parkway Drive-In, Border Theater, truck driver for Stan Ewing and running the concession stand at the Bronco Arena where he was known as “Popcorn” to his fellow co-workers.
He was a very devoted Catholic with a special devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary. He was a generous kind person. He always liked the sound of bells and whistles and enjoyed going to the fairs and local casinos. He enjoyed fishing and sunsets at the cabin in Waskish.
He was preceded in death by parents Frank and Mary (Zicker) Demuth and sister-in-law Rita Demuth.
Survivors include children, Diana (Kurt) Miller, Donna Reinson, Cathy (Dave) Inkster, Frank (Sue), John (Erikka), Mike (Ruth), Billy and Shaun; grandchildren, Jesse (Sabrina) Inkster, Allan (Jorja), Mike (Taylor), Alexis, Jacob (Emma), Austin Reinson, Samuel, Daniel, Christian, Larry, Montana, Victoria; great grandchildren, Paityn, Easton and Lincoln Demuth and Isis Inkster. Also survived by brothers, Donald (Vivian) and Ronald Demuth and special nieces and nephews, Karen, Theresa and Chris.
Funeral services will be held at 11 a.m. Thursday, Aug. 2, 2018 at St. Thomas Catholic Church.
Visitation will be held one hour prior to the funeral.
If so desired, memorials would be preferred in Jim’s memory to St. Thomas Catholic School.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
~By Mary Elizabeth Frye
