Peace of Mind for Patsy

For: Patsy Martin & Family
Organizer: Alissa Hogan - Long time friend of the Martin Family
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of $65,000 goal.
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The Story

Updated 9/3/14


On August 17thin the early morning hours our Patsy earned her wings.

Eulogy for Patsy L. Martin

Given by Chuck Martin (son)

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Clarinda High School Auditorium

Good morning. For those of you who do not recognize me behind this beard, gut, and receding hairline, I am Patsy and Ed’s other child who resides in Chicago, where I teach seventh and eighth grade at a small private Montessori school located near O’Hare Airport.In fact, you probably still think ofme as the small boy about this tall*gesture to about the knee*who seemed permanently attached to his mother’s leg. Either way, feel free to just call me, “Chuck.”

Let me begin by expressing immeasurable amounts of gratitude on behalf of my family for the outpouring of support and lovewe received throughout Mom’s illness. From the hospice workers, the ALS Foundation and Clinic, and the staff of Westridgeto the army of caretakers and volunteers, your hard work, generosity, patience, and understanding seemedutterlylimitless. You truly became part of our family. To all of you who participated in the benefits, promoted the website, and purchased and sold the bracelets, your generosity helped keep our family afloatfinanciallyand truly provided Mom a sense of peace. Finally, thank you, thank you, thank you for the countless visits, letters, phone calls, Facebookmessages, and emails of support and loveMom received over the past few years. Receiving them was her favorite part of the day, and those messages often gave her the strength and fortitude to continue. More than anything, thank you for helping our family feel blessed even during our darkest hours.

If this was a slightly different occasion and Mom were here, I suspect she would be wearing a mix of red, black, white,and maroon.  Depending on the type of event, we might haveeven seen her proudly sportingCHS Teacher and SHS Momsweatshirt. Mom did not care how much those sweatshirts embarrassed my sister and me. Showing her pride and affection for both communities was a non-negotiable in our family, and that goofy sort of affectionate doting was commonplace in our home. So imagine my surprise when a Clarinda freshman informed me that my mom, the most docile person I have ever known,was one of the scariest teachers he’d ever had at a Shenandoah/Clarinda sporting event. “My mom?” I asked. “Mrs. Martin? The one wearing mom jeansandthe Clarindoah” sweatshirt, carrying around her bag of papers because shemightjust get a few checkedbetween innings?Her?

It turns out, my mom was one of the Wicked Witches – East or West – I can’t remember, and, according to my source, she could strike fear into any Clarinda student with one simple move: the lowering of her glasses on her nose so that she could stare straightthroughtheir eyes andinto their soul. Who knew? Apparently my mom had special superhuman powers – powers so potent that I can only assume she refused to use them on her own children for fear of causing permanent damage.

On the way home, I told Mom about my conversation with the Clarinda boy, whom she quickly admitted received more than his fair share of such glares. But, she explained, he wasn’t exactly rightabout hetrue motivations. You see, Mom had a weakness: she hadalways had an affinity for jokesters and troublemakers heck, she even married one. They were like her teacher Kryptonite. She always had a hard time keeping astraight face when chiding those particular students. So in order tookeep from laughing along withthe jokester and the rest of the class, she lowered her glasses on her nose, completely blurring her vision and forcing her tomerelysquint in the general direction of the naughty student. “I just wanted to keep from laughing – the whole-wicked-witch-evil-stare-thing was just an added bonus,” she explained. “No real harm was done, and it got them to behave.”

“But, Mom,” I protested, “doesn’t it bother you that they’re calling you bad names?”


“Oh, Honey!” she laughed. “If a teacher isn’t being called bad names once in a while, she probably isn’t pushing hard enough.”
That’s how Mom was: she helped others reach their potential by maintaining high standards and expectations while still providing plenty of love and support – along with a healthy dose of her unique humor.

Mom once warned me, “Never trust someone who tells you they’re nice. A nice person doesn’t have to tell you: they just are and people know it. Just like a person of faith needn’t remind others of their beliefs, because they should just simply live their faith.” This advice has served me well over the years and helped me navigate numerous different relationships. AsI’ve grown older, I nowrealize that it was more than advice to my mom – it was her philosophy of life.  Mom believed that God waslove, so to be closer to Him, she spent most of her life loving others through constantaffection and a desire serve others.As a result,Mom was many things to many different people: a teacher, a mentor, a coworker, an Episcopalian, a fellow Legion member, a sister, a cousin, a classmate, a neighbor, a friend, a wife, a mother. Simply put: she was love. 

Thank you.

HOW CAN I HELP? WHAT IS APPROPRIATE?

Visitors

If you’d like to visit the Martin home please first reach out to Holly at [email protected] At times they welcome visitors, others they’d prefer their privacy. Please don't be surprised or offended if they refuse visitors or do not respond to your calls.

Bringing Food / Cooking Meals

Please don't. The family has specific dietary needs due to Ed's diabetes and Holly's allergies. They also have an in-house chef in Curtis who loves to cook as a form of stress relief so they are more than covered. Instead consider sending them a card with a HyVee gift card to help with the expense of food.

Cards / Gifts

Instead of gifts, cards, or flowers please consider making a donation to the Martins directly (information below) or to the Iowa Chapter of the ALS Association that supported Patsy during this past year (https://secure2.convio.net/alsa/site/Donation2;jsessionid=6DE5FADD66603DFD550194D46EF09793.app276b?2682.donation=form1&idb=1448528288&df_id=2682&2682.donation=root).

Donate! Get others to donate!

I know it sounds like such an impersonal thing to do when you want to express your support and prayers, but let's face it ... money is the biggest way you can support the Martins right now. It will make sure that they can take this time off work. It will make sure that the Martins do not have to worry about the cost of the care facility and upcoming funeral expenses. Your donation will be placed in an account that the Martins can use as they see fit.

You can donate on-line at www.youcaring.com/Peace_of_Mind_for_Patsy. If you don't want to donate on-line you can make a check payable to either "Charles & Patsy Martin" (Charles is Ed's formal name) or "Patsy Martin Benefit Account". If you are local feel free to drop it off at Page County State Bank. If you are not local you may mail it directly to the Martin home (1465 220th Street, Shenandoah, IA 51601-4562).

Note: The organizer of this web page is Alissa Hogan. Her mother Joyce was a childhood friend of Patsy & Ed. Though not raised in the area her grandparents Verena & Jack Roscoe remained there so she visited holidays and summers and grew up with Holly & Chuck as if cousins. She currently lives in Omaha, NE but gets down to Shen to help as often as possible. She does not represent any organization or charity but is doing this as a friend of the Martin family with their express permission & continuous involvement.

Fundraiser Updates

Posted on September 17, 2014

Posted on September 17, 2014

SATURDAY OCTOBER 4th, 2014

DES MOINES, IOWA – Principal Park

ALS Association Iowa Chapter Walk to Defeat ALS!


JOIN THE TEAM WALKING TO HONOR PATSY: http://bit.ly/JoinTeamALSA

Instructions:On this page click “Join Team”,then again you’ll have to click “Join Team”.Where you can search for a Team Name type in “Team Patsy”.Then just click JOIN!If you have any problems let Holly know you’d like to join the team by e-mailing her at [email protected]

DONATE HELP THE TEAM REACH THEIR FUNDRAISING GOAL: http://bit.ly/DonateALSATeamPatsy


Posted on September 3, 2014

Posted on September 3, 2014

For those who were unable to attend, we wanted to share Chuck's beautiful tribute:

Eulogy for Patsy L. Martin

Given by Chuck Martin (son)

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Clarinda High School Auditorium

Good morning. For those of you who do not recognize me behind this beard, gut, and receding hairline, I am Patsy and Ed’s other child who resides in Chicago, where I teach seventh and eighth grade at a small private Montessori school located near O’Hare Airport.In fact, you probably still think ofme as the small boy about this tall*gesture to about the knee*who seemed permanently attached to his mother’s leg. Either way, feel free to just call me, “Chuck.”

Let me begin by expressing immeasurable amounts of gratitude on behalf of my family for the outpouring of support and lovewe received throughout Mom’s illness. From the hospice workers, the ALS Foundation and Clinic, and the staff of Westridgeto the army of caretakers and volunteers, your hard work, generosity, patience, and understanding seemedutterlylimitless. You truly became part of our family. To all of you who participated in the benefits, promoted the website, and purchased and sold the bracelets, your generosity helped keep our family afloatfinanciallyand truly provided Mom a sense of peace. Finally, thank you, thank you, thank you for the countless visits, letters, phone calls, Facebookmessages, and emails of support and loveMom received over the past few years. Receiving them was her favorite part of the day, and those messages often gave her the strength and fortitude to continue. More than anything, thank you for helping our family feel blessed even during our darkest hours.

If this was a slightly different occasion and Mom were here, I suspect she would be wearing a mix of red, black, white,and maroon.  Depending on the type of event, we might haveeven seen her proudly sportingCHS Teacher and SHS Momsweatshirt. Mom did not care how much those sweatshirts embarrassed my sister and me. Showing her pride and affection for both communities was a non-negotiable in our family, and that goofy sort of affectionate doting was commonplace in our home. So imagine my surprise when a Clarinda freshman informed me that my mom, the most docile person I have ever known,was one of the scariest teachers he’d ever had at a Shenandoah/Clarinda sporting event. “My mom?” I asked. “Mrs. Martin? The one wearing mom jeansandthe Clarindoah” sweatshirt, carrying around her bag of papers because shemightjust get a few checkedbetween innings?Her?

It turns out, my mom was one of the Wicked Witches – East or West – I can’t remember, and, according to my source, she could strike fear into any Clarinda student with one simple move: the lowering of her glasses on her nose so that she could stare straightthroughtheir eyes andinto their soul. Who knew? Apparently my mom had special superhuman powers – powers so potent that I can only assume she refused to use them on her own children for fear of causing permanent damage.

On the way home, I told Mom about my conversation with the Clarinda boy, whom she quickly admitted received more than his fair share of such glares. But, she explained, he wasn’t exactly rightabout hetrue motivations. You see, Mom had a weakness: she hadalways had an affinity for jokesters and troublemakers heck, she even married one. They were like her teacher Kryptonite. She always had a hard time keeping astraight face when chiding those particular students. So in order tookeep from laughing along withthe jokester and the rest of the class, she lowered her glasses on her nose, completely blurring her vision and forcing her tomerelysquint in the general direction of the naughty student. “I just wanted to keep from laughing – the whole-wicked-witch-evil-stare-thing was just an added bonus,” she explained. “No real harm was done, and it got them to behave.”

“But, Mom,” I protested, “doesn’t it bother you that they’re calling you bad names?”


“Oh, Honey!” she laughed. “If a teacher isn’t being called bad names once in a while, she probably isn’t pushing hard enough.”
That’s how Mom was: she helped others reach their potential by maintaining high standards and expectations while still providing plenty of love and support – along with a healthy dose of her unique humor.

Mom once warned me, “Never trust someone who tells you they’re nice. A nice person doesn’t have to tell you: they just are and people know it. Just like a person of faith needn’t remind others of their beliefs, because they should just simply live their faith.” This advice has served me well over the years and helped me navigate numerous different relationships. AsI’ve grown older, I nowrealize that it was more than advice to my mom – it was her philosophy of life.  Mom believed that God waslove, so to be closer to Him, she spent most of her life loving others through constantaffection and a desire serve others.As a result,Mom was many things to many different people: a teacher, a mentor, a coworker, an Episcopalian, a fellow Legion member, a sister, a cousin, a classmate, a neighbor, a friend, a wife, a mother. Simply put: she was love.

Thank you.


Posted on August 19, 2014

Posted on August 19, 2014

Great article in the Register!

http://www.desmoinesregister.com/story/news/local/kyle-munson/2014/08/19/als-ice-bucket-challenge-no-gimmick-patsy-martin-family/14278421/ 

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