To grandsons the brothers Samuel, Liam, charlie and cousin LiamSnyder, I hope you will enjoy stories of your Papa Terry growing u with my brother greg, I also Hope Uncle Grg and uncle Csay Martin will be a part of son of out door adventure together. October List ViewGrid View
Terry Martin is with Kathryn F Martin. 7 hrs · A dear friend and the best sister in law I could have. I never had a sister, but was blessed when you and I became family❣️
Roger Wen is with Linda Pinkerton-Davis and 6 others. November 1 at 8:47 PM · It was wonderful coming “home” and visiting some “family members”. You all look exactly the same!!! Yes, must be the MO water. Special thanks to Sherryfor hosting the gathering. Love you all~
Terry Martin October 30 at 3:52 PM · Michelle, complimented me on remembering to make boarding reservations at Thanksgiving for our two dogs. I told her, " all I can remember is that I don't remember" doing that 😙
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Terry Martin October 29 at 11:52 AM · Clarence Wolfshol, Murphy Tetley & James Scott Smith, thank you for the encouragement of my art. God seems to speak to me in 3s
Carol Bridges GoughTerry I love this painting. The scripture speaks to me. I hope you don't mind that I have the painting that you gave Monty. Manage Like · Reply · 3d
Play -0:31 Additional Visual Settings Enter Watch And ScrollClick to enlarge Unmute 148 Views Debbie Stricker Schellman October 27 at 10:21 AMIt’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood! I ❤️Montauk ! 🐟🐟🐟🐟
Terry Martin is with Casey Martin. October 27 at 10:17 AM · In this sixty-sixth year of life, I am fortunate to be with young people, still teaching my belief that “Life is Art”. I remember a trail at Montauk State Park; I walked up the hill with my nephew and two grandsons. One grandson tired and wanted to go back, one wanted to continue. My nephew encouraged them to walk on. This wonderful little hike reminded me; the older trees shade the young trees a bit. I hope I can provide a little shade for young people. What do I mean by "shade”? I use this word to explain, rest and a time to enjoy a break from so many things that can stress us. No matter the season, the steepness of your climb on whatever path you are on, there must be times to realize we can enjoy the hike, even when the pathway is steep! I have needed shade and rest; it only comes when I trust in God, that I will finish my journey in life as He wills.v
As a boy in about 1959, I read about the explorers Lewis and Clark, and wished I had been with them when they explored the Missouri River in the days of the American frontier. In 1960 I imagined myself a an explorer of nature and I began to stalk the Current River area near my Grandfather McKinney's farm (my preferred summer home) in Licking, Missouri. In the months I was going to school and living in a wonderful home with my father Lynn, mother Ruth and brother Gregg I looked forward to any chance to explore the James River near our home in Springfield, Missouri! Later as a college graduate, but a "green-horn" when it comes to real nature adventures; I canoed through the boundary waters of the US and Canada and continued on, back packing into Canada. Next came the need to establish a career and sadly, the middle part of my life was in part detached from the natural world. I became so busy with graduate school and levels of professional development, I spent less time in nature. But, I never lost touch, there were infrequent float trips and a few fishing adventures. I regret to the truth dear grandsons, I did not take my son and daughter fishing often. However, I have a second chance with you boys and friends who want to go with me. Life as a senior citizen will change things and offer more time for outdoor adventures. Like October 28 with Billy Long (pictured below when he was a boy, also growing up as a friend in Springfield, Missouri) - I hope my health will continue and I will experience time in nature with all of you.
I remember things beginning with my first fishing reel: a Zebco 33 mounted on a fiberglass 5'2" Shakespeare Wonder-rod. This important first tackle matched my brother Gregg’s. The Martin brothers also owned ten speed Schwinn racing bicycles! We loved to ride our bikes to a river, pond or creek near Southern Hills on the edge of Springfield, Missouri. It was here that we met our lifelong friends Tom and Tim Montgomery. Not long after the pair of brothers began to explore and spend time together, one of Tim and Tom's elder brothers (three older brothers) tagged us with an infamous nick name. A band of brothers was established in about 1960. Our summer clothes were pretty simple: t-shirts and bluejeans, shoes optional but usually Converse tennis shoes. In winter the mode of dress was often the same, coats were optional. Our dogs, followed wherever our bikes took us, sometimes the brother Martin’s small rat terrier traveled in a basket wired to one of the ten speed racers, the brother Montgomery’s Dalmatian ran ahead of the pack (at least on flat ground). We expanded our strategies for catching trout to all species of warm water fish, with a few bull frogs, with an occasional turtle or snake included in the catch. We lived interesting lives , long before reality TV shows (like Duck Dynasty)picked up on what we did for fun! We fished, hunted and even trapped year round. But this brother's heart was close to fishing and I did not hang up the fishing tackle when winter set in. We eventually persuaded our parents to buy us be-be guns, and in just a few years we graduated to pump action shotguns. This would not be a sanctioned decision for parents today. Oh my, how society has changed!
An eighty-seven year old still young, fishing buddy named "Old Paul" just says "I aint no prophet, I don't pretend to be nothing, but I will tell you it's all Bible". I asked him what he meant? His response, as he chews off a plug of rope tobacco, - "everything the way it is today". What do you mean, I ask? "You know - way the world is changing".
Well as a grandfather and friend, I am sharing with you encouragement to study nature and d-stress, escape indoor living and to spend as much time as possible outdoors, discover the spirit of nature!
Basic Design Project, Erica Begley
I have not changed, I enjoy the same things with friends. as I enjoyed as a boy. You boys can see in old photographs of Uncle Gregg and me, also a life-long friend Billy Long. It is a way to stay young at heart!
I was a young boy in 1959 when I read Jack London’s book Call of the Wild and along with Fish and Fishing by Maynard Reece began to appreciate wildlife art. I loved the painting of fish and dreamed I was in the camping stories or even mushing a dog sled in the Yukon. At that young age, not only Mother Nature called to me but I was also touched by the spirit of the story teller. Many outdoor adventures, and five dogs later, I give thanks to good spirits born of nature that have contributed to my secret of contentment. I chose the title Children, Dogs, and Sunflowers for my first book because the short stories are about my belief in God and my blessing of friends. The last story of my book was the hardest to tell because it is about a time in my life when the wrong worldly spirits, something like a call of the wild influenced my rebellious soul. I believed God was going to punish me and I was hell bound. Guilt and a distorted view of God as a angry external force was hard to reconcile from a religious point of view; but, by Grace, I was reconciled, not by an external force of fear, but by a still small voice within that called me back to the natural world of fishing with my brothers. I realized that in my youth I fished for bluegill but in maturity I fish for Christ. The stories in book are not hard to tell. I have moved on from a time of children, dogs and sunflowers to celebrate time spent in the great outdoors with people I love.
In Jack London’s book “The Call of the Wild” a supernatural point of view from an animal’s perspective was artfully communicated. In a mentored way I hope my point of view will reflect a supernatural spirit of nature or at least a sublime beauty that is a matter of heart to heart feeling as opposed to head to head information. The main human character in Jack London’s book (John Thorton) approached Buck, a vicious St. Bernard / wolf, with a courageous and compassionate spirit. The dog had been beaten, chained, and was suffering from years of mistreatment. Approaching such an animal with a courageous spirit was in some way understood and respected by the dog. But, t was an uncommon emotion in a culture of greed and worldly comforts s sought primarily in the culture of “Gold Rush” Alaska. I was touched by the word picture Mr. London painted in my mind. I saw the terrible dog fight, with cruel spectators of many dog fights, hearts hardened, bewildered as John Thorton approached Buck and began speaking to him gently, and finally, being allowed by the ferocious dog to gently touch and stroke it’s head. John whispered to the dog rather than the wolf. This is a story I still remember today when I fish for Christ. Speaking to the dog rather than the wolf is something I try, when I am in the company of another fisherman with a hardened heart. In this way I show them a point of view, they may have not received. If institutions or religion tried to whip them into line to break a wild spirit and failed, I try to speak to the dog in them rather than the wolf. I do not speak to these persons about a vengeful, angry God, and proclaim that because they are sinners God will cast them to hell. They would only respond like a cowed dog with a broken spirit, they would most likely may just run away and live in the wild the world. I fish with some people to keep my line in the water until we catch fish together. Friends enjoy time in the boat, even when the fishing is poor. For all aspects of healing, I believe fishing is great therapy!