Gary Arthur Demske
18 November, 1943 – 4 June, 2020
Gary Arthur Demske passed away on June 4, 2020 in Dallas, Texas. He was 76.
Gary was born in East Grand Rapids, Michigan on November 18, 1943 to Arthur Joseph Demske and Frances Bobell (later Cislo). He grew up in Germantown and Albany, New York. Gary graduated from the Rochester Institute of Technology in 1970 and married Davideen Joanna Manosky on September 3, 1977. He moved to Fern Park, Florida in 1978 and later to Coppell, Texas in 1983, where he lived for 37 years.
Gary became enamoured with electronics after receiving a crystal radio kit at five years old. He never looked back, developing into a brilliant senior electrical engineer specializing in creating and testing telecommunication networks. He loved his work, retiring only after a sudden heart attack in 2017.
Gary was a devout member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He had a deep love of the Savior and served as an ordinance worker in the Dallas Texas temple. His life was centered around his testimony and church service.
Gary was a loving husband and father, always putting the needs of his family above his own. His gentle spirit and sense of humor uplifted those around him. He was always ready with a Dad joke and loved to make others smile.
He is survived by his wife Davideen (Manosky) Demske, his daughter Hilary Catherine Demske Pratt (and Andrew), his son Arthur Louis Demske, and predeceased by his eldest daughter Alice Frances Demske Hansen (and Kurt), his twin William Demske, and brother Theodore Demske (and Peggy). He leaves behind four grandchildren.
A private family service will be held on Tuesday, June 16, 2020. Gary will be interred at Rolling Oaks Memorial Center in Coppell.
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Gary Arthur Demske
June 17, 2020
I was sorry to learn of Gary's death. Even though life had taken us in different directions, we spent many happy hours together as children. Gary, Ted and I enjoyed exploring the woods around our Germantown, NY, homes. A time I especially remember is the night we finally convinced our parents to allow us to overnight in the "deep woods." As darkness fell, the sounds in the woods grew scarier and scarier. Owls, screaming foxes, and who knows what else fueled our imaginations. We didn't want to admit defeat, but, by unanimous vote, we relocated our campsite to the backyard of the house before midnight.
We always found adventure in the outdoors. In the winter, a nearby frozen stream provided a mile long ice rink to skate on and play ice hockey for hours at a time.
Even when they moved away, we still got together. One summer in our college years the four cousins, Gary, Ted, Tom and I, got together for a weekend on Blue Mountain Lake in upstate New York. We enjoyed the boating, fishing, and camping. We caught no fish, but instead we were feasted on by swarms of vicious black flies that inhabited the area.
As the years passed we still kept in touch. I was on Gary's email joke list, so he often brightened my day.
When we get older, memories are what keeps our friends and relatives alive to us. Goodbye, Gary.