Today would have been my father in laws birthday, he would have been 102. We were talking the other day, he was a Democrat…would he still be today? We don’t think so.
Marvin was the firstborn of James X and Theresa who lived on a small farm just on the outskirts of Park Rapids Minnesota in 1914. He was raised on a farm near Osage just two miles cross country from where we live now. He survived the Great Depression, Civilian Conservation Corps., Prohibition (he bought some moonshine from my grandfather), marriage, World War II where his contribution was doing modifications on the B 26 Bomber, the death of his first two children, life after the war and starting his own business, and the birth of two more children. He would have joints out on three diffrent Carnivals for over 40 years. At one time he was a Wrestling Promoter for the likes of Dirty Gertie and others. ( Dirty Gertie was talking to Marvin once and Far Guy was verbally impatient…Dirty Gertie pushed him and knocked him down and said “Don’t talk to your father that way!”) He owned a tree farm along with Ben Knapp, Colorado Blue Spruce Christmas trees were grown and harvested for a number of years.
He was a booking agent for Merriam’s Midway Shows.
He was very tall…about 6’1”.
Marvin in the early Carnival years.
Marvin with Far Guy and Far Guy’s sister in the summer of 1950.
August 13 1994. Far Guy, Marvin and Jennifer (our youngest daughter). This was his 80th birthday.
Sadly 15 days later he died from complications after surgery to remove fluid from the plura around his lungs. One by one his kidneys, liver and lungs failed him. We know now that he carried the Alpha 1 Antitrypsin Deficiency Gene.
He was loved and admired by many, he was a kind and generous man. He loved his three granddaughters very much, and of course his wife of 54 years and his children. He also loved cars, Cross pens, Tiperillos, fried potatoes, playing solitaire with a deck where he marked all the aces, a good liverwurst sandwich, the newspaper, the newest Road Atlas, hunting, guns, fishing, watches, coffee so thick it rolled out of a cup and hearty discussions.
So that is a bit about my father in law’s dash…1914-1994.