Born: April 18, 1941, Hartford, CT


Married: (1) June 13, 1959 (2) October ...
(1): Edmund N. Watson
(2): John Chick

Brother: Bruce Harrison Martin
Ellen (Martin) Warner
Joan A (Martin) Deering
Joyce B (Martn) St. Cyr / (Martin)

Edmund Robert Watson
Mark Everett Watson
David Lester Watson
Eileen Louise (Watson) Smith (divorced)
Peter Lowell Watson

Clarence Lowell Martin
Mother: Ellen Dupris




From: Joan Deering <>
Date: Sun, Sep 13, 2015 at 5:34 PM
Subject: Re: Family tidbits
To: Lynne Chick <>
Cc: ellen warner <>, Joyce Martin <>

Thanks Lynne! I'm going to forward this to Jim. He's the historian in our home. I have a copy of a signed pay stub or something like that with his signature somewhere. Grampa Martin worked in Shirley at the Cotton Mill. They have a book he wrote at the Historical Society in Shirley. We always imagined that Grampa might have lived in our house on Fredonian Street because the mill was just down the street. Our first house was one of many mill homes.

There are umpteen Martin Relatives buried at the Shirley Cemetery behind the school. I think Janet used to go there on Memorial Day and put flowers on graves there. We tried to get together once in Shirley once we found out she would come but the weather was bad. There are more Martin Relatives buried in the Shirley Cemetery than Deerings who lived there! Great Grandma Martin was brought there by Grampa and that's where she lived til she died.

Runo and Louise Palmquist lived in Shirley for a while around the corner from where our house was when he was in the military.

Small world! Love, Joan

On Sun, Sep 13, 2015 at 3:05 PM, Lynne Chick <> wrote:
Did you know?.....When I was about 5, and we lived in the apartment in West Hartford, Mother made bar soap? Yup....she did. I don't think she ever did it more than once, tho....unless one of you knows otherwise.

We also stirred food coloring into the margarine. It came in a little capsule that had to be broken. Bruce and I took turns.....and mother finished.

Aunt Shirley was our baby sitter, and Mother introduced Uncle Ralph to her. They used to smooch on the couch. When I was playing outside, if they saw me watching, they kidded even more.

You may know this.....there used to be a cider mill down the street from where Grandma Dupuis lived. I only saw a remnant of what was left.

Did you ever walk up the hill at Grandma and Grampa Dupuis to the cabin? Mother, Bruce, baby Ellen, and I slept in there once. That was the aunt's cabin. The uncles had one up a different path.

One time Bruce got stuck in the culvert under the Dupuis' driveway next to the road. Oh....and the road used to be a dirt road.

Some of the aunts and uncles went deer hunting.....poaching actually. One time they got home empty handed, Grandma told them to go out in the yard and take care of the one she shot while they were gone. Some of them used to jack light deer at night to shoot them.

Grampa D was a bootlegger. One time when the sheriff came by, Mother hid all the paperwork so Grampa wouldn't get arrested.

The first winter the Dupuis family moved out to the country, they almost starved. After that, they grew a huge garden every year. Gram would can the veggies. They didn't have electricity, so they kept things that needed to be kept cold down in the well.

When the Dupuis' lived in the first house in Holland, they had a live owl living in the house. It surprised me when I saw it on a perch up on the wall in the livingroom.

Uncle Bernie was in the Army Air Force (that's what it was called before they divided it into the Army and Air Force.

Uncle Cliff, Uncle Ralph, and Uncle Henry were in the Navy.

I don't think any of Dad's family was in the military.

Mother met Dad on a blind date. Aunt Teenie instigated that.

Grampa Martin died before Bruce was born.

At one time the Martins lived in GA At the moment I can't think of the town. I found someone who knew them and showed me into the house where they lived. It was called a "shotgun" house because it was all on one floor with rooms on each side of the hallway, and Dad slept in the hallway. I didn't get to see the whole of the inside of the house because someone divided it and made it into a duplex.

Grampa Martin worked in the cotton mill down there. If I can find the pictures I took, I'll show them to you.

Don't know why I got writing down some family history. Just killing time while waiting for the tomatoes being processed in the canner. Anyone know some interesting family tidbits?