Merwin Adam Martin
Contributor: BarbaraLeishman Created: 1 year ago Updated: 1 year ago
Written mostly by Lois Bodily (Martin) (Merwin's wife)
Merwin Adam Martin was born on 5 March 1916 at 3 A.M. in the City of Clifton, County of Franklin, State of Idaho, son of Waldarmer Marion Martin and Chleo Louisa Campbell.
I will attempt to write some exciting events in the life of Merwin Adam Martin. They may not be in the right order. I don't remember dates. -By Lois B. Martin (wife).
I will start when Merwin was 11 years old. Like a normal boy he, at times, liked to sort of show off. This event happened in 1927. He was running along the side of a large wagon being pulled by horses. Some how, he got caught under the wagon wheel. It went over his chest and pushed his heart across and out of place in his chest. It took time for a total recovery but recover he did to carry on his life.
Merwin built our first real home in the 1940s. It was a beautiful place. We had lots of rooms, but small. One day the government decided Clifton needed a better road and our house seemed to be in their way. We had no choice but to sell and move. This farm we live on was for sale so Merwin got on the ball and made a down payment on it and eventually it was ours.
Merwin worked in Scouting for a time. He worked on the railroad as a section hand and retired in August 1978 after 38 years service.
For years, in the summer time, Merwin would use his small tractor and plow garden spots for the widows in our area. He was really appreciated by all.
In 1968 Merwin got really ill. He had ulcers. The doctor here sent him to the hospital in Pocatello. The doctor there came in to check on him and said Merwin needed an immediate operation. Our bishop (Ralphs) was with us. He drove Merwin and me to the hospital. I ask him if he would give Merwin a blessing so Bishop called one of his friends in Pocatello. He came quickly and the good deed was done It didn't take long for Merwin to be wheeled out for the operation and a short time later, and in the words of the doctor (and those helping) as I remember, he said, "We opened him up, took a good look and decided to sew him back together. He is so filled with ulcers, there is no way he will survive, and I can't see wasting the time and the cost for nothing." Well, that was about it, so we waited, expecting the worst. Early next morning the doctor came in, took one look at Merwin, and I quote him again. He said, "What the Hell are you doing here. You are supposed to be dead by now." Merwin was looking and feeling a lot better and he did survive.
Another time Merwin was having trouble. He went to Logan to see his doctor. Merwin's heart rate was so high they couldn't get an accurate count. That shook the staff up and they really got on the ball. After a few weeks the heart was almost back to normal. Doctor said he hoped Merwin never needed an operation. It would be a question with his heart condition.
Well, the time came when Merwin had to have a hernia operation. He was going to watch the whole thing. The doctor told me they lost Merwin completely. They had to use paddles and all their sources to bring him back to life again and carry on.
Then November 1994 Merwin had an accident. His car was burned up. Merwin got a broken neck. By all laws and everything Merwin should have either died or been paralyzed from that experience. I do believe in priesthood blessings and after three weeks in the McKay Dee hospital in Ogden, Utah, Merwin once more was able to walk out on his own to carry on with his life.
December 2, 1995 Merwin had another accident. This time his car was totaled. Merwin got a double whiplash this time (and broke off the screws they had used to patch him up from the earlier accident) and at this point in time is still recovering but doing very well. (written in1996)
After both accidents, Merwin was on his way home from spending time in the Logan temple.
Merwin started going to the temple in 1983 and has spent many hours there to do the work that needs to be done, work for the dead. He has a few thousand names to his credit in the 13 years he has been involved.
Merwin is a firm believer in our church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. -LaVere) and a devoted temple worker.
Merwin started school at the age of 7 and attended the Clifton Elementary School in Clifton, Idaho. One of his favorite teachers was Mrs. Gebard.
He attended 4 years of High School at Clifton, Idaho. His special friend during high school was Floyd McDermott.
His favorite teacher was Ester J. Hunt because, "We got along good."
Merwin usually spent summer vacations at home. In the wintertime we played in the snow.
His high school jobs included helping his dad clean the schoolhouses.
(I, M. LaVere Martin, Merwin's eldest son, will add a few more paragraphs to Merwin's life story.) His wife, Lois, died in 1997. In 1998, dad began to have kidney failure. After filling with water and stumbling uncontrollably, he was admitted to the hospital in Preston. The doctor told us he had some bad news and some bad news. (There was no good news, in his judgment.) Dad's kidneys were failing and if the doctors did nothing, dad would die. If they hit the kidneys hard with heavy doses of a water removing chemical it would damage his kidneys and dad would die. "The bottom line," the doctor said, "is that you might as well call the guy with the backhoe who digs the graves and get a hole scheduled. You dad will not walk out this place." I don't know to this day how he did it, but dad got well and did walk out of the hospital, foiling the grim reaper yet one more time.
Dad stayed well for a while after that until he fell on an icey pavement near the First Security bank building in Preston just before Thanksgiving 2001. His legs hurt so badly that he didn't want to be on them. The hospital x-rayed the legs and didn't find anything broken so sent dad home to recuperate. He stayed in bed for a month and didn't seem to be getting any better. On Christmas, he admitted himself to the hospital where the prognosis didn't look good. Gangrene had set in his legs. It had begun its devious task of slowly poisoning him. Dad was shifted from the Hospital to the Nursing Home in January where he could have some intensive attention. His legs dried up, nearly like a mummy, and he had little use of them. On February 1st, late in the night, he passed peacefully away, just 33 days before his eighty-sixth birthday. We held his funeral at the Clifton 1st ward chapel on 6 February 2002 and buried him that same day in the cemetery at Dayton, Franklin County, Idaho. Dad had lived, with the exception of two or three years during his youth, in the city of his birth, Clifton, for his entire life.
Merwin operated a small farm of about twenty-five acres in Clifton to supplement his modest income as a section hand on the Union Pacific Railroad. Another reason, he stated, for buying the farm was to give his boys something to do and a place to "hang out" while they were growing up and learning to work. Merwin had eleven children, six of them boys.