My parents, Gail and Clyde Martin married at the end of World War II. Yes, they contributed to the Baby Boom. Their first baby arrived a bit less than 9 months later, but you know the old saying, “first babies always come early.”
The proud parents used lots of 3 cent stamps as they sent cute birth announcements to all the relatives. Cameras weren’t as widely available then, but they captured a few candid shots of the infant and then as a toddler.
They said they wanted to have a dozen children. After having six, they decided that was enough.
His school photos show the same winsome smile as the little boy grows. Along the way, he acquired the nickname, Butch. It took him some years to outgrow that.
His early ambition was to be a cowboy. After all, it was the era of Roy Rogers, The Lone Ranger, and Rex Allen. He even met a real Indian chief in Oklahoma (Chief Nu-ke-gri, age 73).
I put together this post as my brother’s birthday was coming up in two weeks. He has been ill and we were all worrying. As I put in the last photos and had it ready to post, I heard from my sister that Owen passed away today.