#73 REMEMBERING GABI'S DAD

                                                             JULIUS MARTON

Gabi and I met our first month of teaching and are godparents to each other's eldest. She posted this about her Dad.

Remembering my dear father…who was conscripted into the Hungarian Army. Dad was given the job of clerk—an all-encompassing job because he was educated and because of his beautiful handwriting. Typewriters were not lugged into battle.  He was never on the front lines because it was his job to record all the battles and to correspond and report to their superiors. He also had to make sure his regiment was supplied with the necessities. In 1942, my Dad’s regiment was defeated by Russian forces…many died and many were taken as prisoners. My dad spent three years in a Siberian prison. Out of 1500 prisoners, approximately 300 survived. My Dad made it home eating unmentionables on his long journey, he was skin and bones when he arrived home and needed treatment for his festering wounds—many leaving scars on his body, particularly his legs. What always amazed me about my dad was that he was the kindest man…always positive and full of life. He never talked about his war experience or why he was under warrant during the 1956 Hungarian Revolution. Everything I know about these periods in my dad’s life I heard from my grandmother and mother. But I do know that everyone respected him and loved him, but none more than my mother and me. I am so thankful he was my father and that my children got to know him. Love you always…dad!

Gyula (Gyuszi) "Julius" Marton                                                                                                                        b. Nov 25, 1915 in Vienna, Austria                                                                                                               m. Marta (Marti) Revicky (Oct 6, 1919-May 25, 2018) in Budapest, Hungary on Oct 30 1948                  d. Dec 8, 1993 in Toronto