Henry Martin was born near Wewahitchka, Fl in 1929. His mother died when he was five years old and he grew up in the swamps of N. Florida. After graduation from Wewa High School in 1947 he went the University of Florida. He met Becky Allen in Port St. Joe, Fl and they were married for 57 years. The Last Decade begins with Henry's 70th birthday and closes with his death just over 10 years later. The Last Decade was one of joy and tragedy and tells of Henry's active life with his large extended family, church and Golden K.
The Last Decade
By Becky Allen MartinAuthorHouse
Copyright © 2012 Becky Allen Martin
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4772-1716-0 Chapter One
The Turn of the Century
The year 2000, the turn of the century, was about here. The Martin family started the decade before January first. Henry's 70th birthday was on December 12 Th 1999. The house was already decorated for Christmas and ready for company; the extended family planned a big party at our house in Albany. Everybody in his family was invited and most of them who lived close enough came. His sister, Willie Glenn Holmes, who had not been away from the Wewa area in years was his special quest.
One of the boy's drove her up to Albany the night before so she could go to church with us in Parrot; our son David had been pastor at the Parrot Baptist Church for over twenty year and she had never heard him preach. This was special for Henry and his sister. Henry was proud of David as a preacher and happy that Willie Glenn finally heard him preach. Most of the Martin family from out of town came directly to the church. Sharon's choir was doing their Christmas cantata that morning and Billy came from Atlanta to Albany so he could welcome everyone who arrived before we got home from church. We had close to thirty people from four states at the house that afternoon.
Almost everybody was at the house before Doug and David; nobody knew where they were. David showed up at the house, followed by Doug in his car, with the biggest surprise of the day. David gave his Dad a new Ford Ranger pickup truck. He told him it was a thank you for the car's he had given his children over the years. Henry was speechless. Henry drove that pickup the rest of his life. The party lasted most of the afternoon. One of Willie Glenn son's drove her home; getting her home before dark. This was the way the Martin family started the New Year and the turn of the century.
Christmas was not as big that year as it usually is; after everyone had been home for Henry's birthday those with families didn't come at Christmas time. Sharon and Billy were both home for Christmas but had to go back shortly after. Henry and I did go see Andy and his family. Hannah was growing so fast that we wanted to see her as often as we could.
Early in January isn't the best time of the year to go fishing, but I found a dated picture of a large catch of fish, mostly bream. A tape measure was open showing the largest fish to be over ten inches long. I don't know how he caught them but that size of a catch was most likely out of fish baskets. Even with basket that was a large catch for winter time.
The next big event in the family was David moving into his new house. He had lived for over ten years in an old high ceiling drafty house next to the church. The church built him a three bedroom, two bath parsonage. Henry was glad that David now had a nice place to live.
We were going to Westminster Presbyterian Church at this time. They had been losing members for over five years. We stayed trying to help keep them together. At this time Westminster was renting part of the unused section of building to a small congregation of Baptist. The Baptist Worship Center worshiped with us every Wednesday night for supper and Bible study lead by Walter Flint. The men of both churches met together once a month for a steak supper and devotions. Henry was one of the main cooks; he grilled the stakes and stewed the onions. February was a special treat for the women; the men invited all the women to free stake supper as a Valentine's party. The men did all the cooking; those not cooking cleaned up. The fellowship hall was full and the fellowship was wonderful.
Henry and I went to the Flint River Presbytery's spring conference called Celebration of Faith. Sharon went with the group from First Presbyterian Church of Americus. Henry had one class with Sharon and we spent some other time with her. It was like having a short vacation with her and a large group of Christians having a good time in fellowship, worship and Bible study. It had been several years since we had been there. Henry knew that Sharon was about to graduate from college the next year; next spring she would be taking final exams and looking into possible schools. Sharon had gone back to college as an older student to get a degree in Early Childhood Education. Henry and I were so happy for her; she would finally get to teach lower grade school. She was old enough to sign for her own student loan and had a part time job. Her Dad was so proud of her independence. She spent her senior year as live in care taker of the Presbyterian student center.
The first week in May we were on the road again. We went to Greenville for our granddaughter Becca's graduation high school; she was graduating from Bob Jones Academy. She was the third of our son James Henry's children to graduate from the academy. We had gone up for both of the other two. Another step in the life of Becca's growing up. She's our only other granddaughter and Henry had a special place in his heart for his girls.
On the way home we stopped at Andy's to see Hannah. Henry just couldn't get enough of watching her grow. She won his heart the first time she smiled at him. The first time she reached out to him he picked her up with a wide smile on his face. She was at the age now that she wanted attention and Henry was more than glad to do what she wanted to do. Sometimes he just watched her as she played.
We don't go every year but this year Henry wanted to go to the Tupelo Honey Festival in Wewa. One reason for going was to get some tupelo honey; the whole family likes tupelo better than other honey. We can get the honey at other times but it gave us a reason to go. We didn't see very many people we knew at the festival, so we spent the afternoon visiting family and then headed home. Henry often liked to give tupelo honey as a gift, so I put it in fancy jelly jars
During June and July we stayed home and enjoyed our swimming pool and hot tub; we had the pleasures of a resort in our own back yard. The summer heat kept Henry busy at the apartments. The tenant wanted to keep their apartment at sixty nine degrees; this lead to problems. The air Conditioners were old unit; when they set the thermostats down lower than seventy the unit would freeze up and need working on. It was a job that Henry and Doug could do but when Doug was working Henry did alone. He was glad he had a way to relax when he got home.
Henry kept busy much of the time fishing with a friend or alone. Some time he just took the boat down the river. When I was younger and more limber I went with him but it took me longer each time to get in and out of the boat. I didn't think Henry was enjoying himself with me complaining so I stayed home.
The first week end in August we went to Willa Glen's annual birthday party. She had a party every year since the year she turned sixty. Henry once said she was afraid she wouldn't live to see another birthday. She was seventy nine this year and over half of her family and many of Henry's other sister's family were there. Living further away Henry stayed as close as felt he had time to. Like most of her family she was diabetic. Her health was fair but not good. Henry was diabetic but had his under control. He lost his extra weight and he watched what he ate. He didn't have the problems that most of his family had. Only one our children has diabetes.
On my birthday, Henry and I went out to eat with some of our friend from the Baptist Worship Center. One of woman, Gean Gunn, from the Baptist group had a birthday that week so we shared a cake with both...