Dr. Millus was born in Brooklyn, New York, June 11, 1939 the third son of Felix and Margaret Millus.
He is survived by his wife of 42 years, Patricia Sikora Millus and their three children, Christian Anthony of Las Vegas, Donald M. Millus M.D. of Columbia, and Sara Millus Tyler of Elgin. Millus is also survived by his brother, John of Queens, New York. He has four grandchildren, Cameron and Erin Millus of Las Vegas, Donald J. Millus of Columbia, and Charles Landon Millus Tyler of Elgin.
Millus was predeceased by two brothers, Felix and Albert; and a sister, Margaret Maroldy.
He attended Holy Innocents Grammar School in Brooklyn, N.Y., Regis High School in Manhattan, N.Y., and Fordham College in the Bronx, N.Y., majoring in classics and English. After six years as a Jesuit seminarian, he began his graduate studies in English language and literature at Yale University in New Haven, Connecticut. He also served as a captain in the U.S. Army including a tour of duty in Vietnam for which he was awarded the Bronze Star.
After completing his doctrate degree at Yale, Millus came to Coastal Carolina University to teach, write, and fish.
In addition to publishing scholarly articles on the Protestant reformers and Bible translator, William Tyndale, Millus published a number of books about growing up in Brooklyn, N.Y., and fishing throughout the southeastern U.S. His book of poetry, Wading South, is still in print.
A Funeral Mass will be celebrated noon Thursday, July 2, 2009 in St. James Roman Catholic Church. The family will receive visitors at 11 a.m. prior to the service at the church.
Visitors may pay their condolences from 4 until 7 p.m. Wednesday July 1, 2009 at the family house in Conway.
Inurnment will be Friday, July 3, 2009 at St James Catholic Church.
Excerpt from article written by dr millus in the horry independent:
I prefer to shop local businesses over big super stores
Alice, Don Millus, and a dinner guest. (Photo by Robert Anderson)
1-8-09
Just Angling
Don Millus
I generally avoid Walmart, preferring to give my business to the small businessmen at Hamp's Hardware.
Besides, there's always somebody there who can immediately find the exact nut and bolt for my boat seats. I may not save money when I need new tires, but the combination of William Barker and the local tire dealers will give me exactly what I need at a fair price.
Lest someone think I'm too particular I should note that I am not a member of Sam's Club since I have enough stuff in my house without storing six dozen extra rolls of paper towels and cases of soft drinks bought at discount.
Besides, I hate to drive to Myrtle Beach.
Recently, a local person of importance was bagging that none of the money flushed down the Hard Rock Park waste disposal was taxpayers' money. Funny, I thought those new roads in that area had to be paid for by someone. Why was there no reporting by local media about the obvious financial difficulties of the Hard Rockers when entities such as the Sheraton and some of my students who worked at the park were already aware of problems in mid-summer?
One of the explanations for the Hard Rock disaster was that this area is not a year-round attraction. My fellow golfers who can find a week or two of decent or even excellent golf weather every month of the winter would laugh at that.
As I write this on Monday the temperatures have crept into the 70s and Alice is dying to get out and do some late season trout fishing.
Anytime there is a warm spell in winter the fishing for summer trout or weakfish can be great off the piers. My favorite lure, of course, is a Cotee red-head grub with a "Reel-Shrimp" green body with specks and a split tail. If the weather holds up Alice and I will fish Tuesday for winter trout and dream of hooking into a stray striped bass at the Murrells Inlet jetties. That would be great baked for dinner.
The last time Alice and I went out there was this strange black cloud stretching from high in the sky toward the water, in shape like a right whale with a huge mouth, open.
I thought it might be a waterspout but it didn't quite dip into the ocean. It sprinkled on my dog and me, but by the time I got my winter coat on, the rain ended and the sun popped out.
We caught a solitary bluefish which went well with a dish of baked macaroni and cheese. One pair of anglers took two trout on live bait inside the north jetty, but that was it.
"Boss, you were talking about Walmart and then wandered off."
"Right, Alice. I was thinking of buying a big lobster from the live tank at Walmart. They even cook it for you, something that neither Hamp's Hardware nor Barker's Service Center will do. But I decided to save that annual treat for New Year's Eve."
"How come I don't get lobster? I bet the White House dog gets at least a taste."
"Sorry, kid, all your dietary decisions are made by Ms Pat. That's why I have to eat d.n.o. twice a week for breakfast.
Dr. Millus was born in Brooklyn, New York, June 11, 1939 the third son of Felix and Margaret Millus.
He is survived by his wife of 42 years, Patricia Sikora Millus and their three children, Christian Anthony of Las Vegas, Donald M. Millus M.D. of Columbia, and Sara Millus Tyler of Elgin. Millus is also survived by his brother, John of Queens, New York. He has four grandchildren, Cameron and Erin Millus of Las Vegas, Donald J. Millus of Columbia, and Charles Landon Millus Tyler of Elgin.
Millus was predeceased by two brothers, Felix and Albert; and a sister, Margaret Maroldy.
He attended Holy Innocents Grammar School in Brooklyn, N.Y., Regis High School in Manhattan, N.Y., and Fordham College in the Bronx, N.Y., majoring in classics and English. After six years as a Jesuit seminarian, he began his graduate studies in English language and literature at Yale University in New Haven, Connecticut. He also served as a captain in the U.S. Army including a tour of duty in Vietnam for which he was awarded the Bronze Star.
After completing his doctrate degree at Yale, Millus came to Coastal Carolina University to teach, write, and fish.
In addition to publishing scholarly articles on the Protestant reformers and Bible translator, William Tyndale, Millus published a number of books about growing up in Brooklyn, N.Y., and fishing throughout the southeastern U.S. His book of poetry, Wading South, is still in print.
A Funeral Mass will be celebrated noon Thursday, July 2, 2009 in St. James Roman Catholic Church. The family will receive visitors at 11 a.m. prior to the service at the church.
Visitors may pay their condolences from 4 until 7 p.m. Wednesday July 1, 2009 at the family house in Conway.
Inurnment will be Friday, July 3, 2009 at St James Catholic Church.
Excerpt from article written by dr millus in the horry independent:
I prefer to shop local businesses over big super stores
Alice, Don Millus, and a dinner guest. (Photo by Robert Anderson)
1-8-09
Just Angling
Don Millus
I generally avoid Walmart, preferring to give my business to the small businessmen at Hamp's Hardware.
Besides, there's always somebody there who can immediately find the exact nut and bolt for my boat seats. I may not save money when I need new tires, but the combination of William Barker and the local tire dealers will give me exactly what I need at a fair price.
Lest someone think I'm too particular I should note that I am not a member of Sam's Club since I have enough stuff in my house without storing six dozen extra rolls of paper towels and cases of soft drinks bought at discount.
Besides, I hate to drive to Myrtle Beach.
Recently, a local person of importance was bagging that none of the money flushed down the Hard Rock Park waste disposal was taxpayers' money. Funny, I thought those new roads in that area had to be paid for by someone. Why was there no reporting by local media about the obvious financial difficulties of the Hard Rockers when entities such as the Sheraton and some of my students who worked at the park were already aware of problems in mid-summer?
One of the explanations for the Hard Rock disaster was that this area is not a year-round attraction. My fellow golfers who can find a week or two of decent or even excellent golf weather every month of the winter would laugh at that.
As I write this on Monday the temperatures have crept into the 70s and Alice is dying to get out and do some late season trout fishing.
Anytime there is a warm spell in winter the fishing for summer trout or weakfish can be great off the piers. My favorite lure, of course, is a Cotee red-head grub with a "Reel-Shrimp" green body with specks and a split tail. If the weather holds up Alice and I will fish Tuesday for winter trout and dream of hooking into a stray striped bass at the Murrells Inlet jetties. That would be great baked for dinner.
The last time Alice and I went out there was this strange black cloud stretching from high in the sky toward the water, in shape like a right whale with a huge mouth, open.
I thought it might be a waterspout but it didn't quite dip into the ocean. It sprinkled on my dog and me, but by the time I got my winter coat on, the rain ended and the sun popped out.
We caught a solitary bluefish which went well with a dish of baked macaroni and cheese. One pair of anglers took two trout on live bait inside the north jetty, but that was it.
"Boss, you were talking about Walmart and then wandered off."
"Right, Alice. I was thinking of buying a big lobster from the live tank at Walmart. They even cook it for you, something that neither Hamp's Hardware nor Barker's Service Center will do. But I decided to save that annual treat for New Year's Eve."
"How come I don't get lobster? I bet the White House dog gets at least a taste."
"Sorry, kid, all your dietary decisions are made by Ms Pat. That's why I have to eat d.n.o. twice a week for breakfast.
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