A long time ago, Tom Leathers dubbed this "The Corner That Kindness Built" in an article he wrote for the Squire Express. The conclusion of the article stated, "It would be appropriate if one of these days Leawood would honor the site." Twenty years later both the site and its founders have been honored. The new Leawood Shops owners and the Leawood Historical Commission have, together, fulfilled Tom's vision.
IT'S BEEN A LONG AND FRUITFUL TIME !!! THANK YOU !!!1950: 1951: 1968: 1979: 2019:
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On May 9th 2019 an Historical Plaque (above) was placed on the building, with the full sponsorship of the Leawood Historical Commission, of Leawood Shops by its enthusiastic and happy owners Joe & Kelly Cannova.
|For weeks prior, everyone was invited to the ceremony.||Joe & Kelly Cannova presenting the Leawood Shops commemorative plaque to children (Dan Martin & Roberta Martin-Norman) of George & Dorothy Martin.||
Dan Martin & Roberta Martin-Norman, children of George and Dorothy Martin. Dan is wearing their father's hat to honor him.
This heartfelt Chet Atkins' video honors his "Dad's Hat" and all our fathers who have gone before... please take a moment to listen. Although we were at his bedside when he died almost 20 years ago, it's still hard to Say Goodbye.
|Roberta and Dan share a glass of wine with their spouses, John and Sheryl. We were inside the same shop space once occupied by our father's store, Martin's Finer Foods. Gone but never forgotten by neither us or all the good folks who stopped by to share their own memories of our Mom & Dad.||
Front: Steven, Brian, Dan, Craig
In the Back: George Martin, son of Brian & grandson of George & Dorothy Martin.
Present But Not Pictured: Tricia Martin-Isaacson, daughter of Dan Martin and Louise DiNicola.
Back: Brian, Craig, Steven, and their grandfather, George Martin
Foreground: Dan the Birthday "Boy"
Gone Before: Scott Martin (RIP 1983), son of Dan, grandson of George
The below has been compiled and written over many years (beginning November 2003) by Dan Martin (George's son).
Thank you to my sister Roberta Norman and the many others who contributed much additional information.
The "End of the Martin Era" article was primarily made up of excerpts of a letter that my father, George Martin, wrote to his longtime friend Tom Leathers, editor of the local Leawood Kansas newspaper. Apparently the letter contained my dad's reflections the day after the closing of the sale of the family food store, Martin's Thriftway, on November 19th, 1980. That day was truly the End of the Martin Era - the last of a series of grocery stores that began in 1898. 82 years is pretty long run, I'd say. Well done, Martin men. Many of my fathers long time associates are mentioned by Tom, along with myself and three of my sons who all worked at "Martin's" Dads letter is a history of almost a century of Martin family involvement in the grocery business. Most successful of all was my Dad. Although it was a profitible business, his greatest triumph was in the loyalty showed him by his customers and employees. Dad always loved Nat "King" Cole's song Nature Boy (1.5 Mb .mp3). The lyrics in its refrain include the prophetic words "The greatest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return." Someone once said that the only thing we can take from this earth is the love we've earned. I know that my father, therefore, has to be one of the richest of men in all of Paradise.
Reinforcing this is the unsolicited tribute (.pdf file) from David Chick, one of the many fine young men whose work ethic and integrity were silently shaped by the example of George Martin. Here is that essay written by David Chick in 1981, for his Economics Class: David Chick's Essay on Martin's Thriftway There's lots of good history on the Martin family grocery businesses. Most of the facts cited within it were noted during a face-to-face interview with my father on Wednesday the 18th of Febuary 1981 at 9:00o'clock in the evening (try to think back to where you were and what you might have been doing then). Thanks to David for providing this insight to the times they spent together at Martin's Finer Foods.
At left is the 1934 Martin's at 30th and Euclid in Kansas City, Missouri. It has several modern upgrades compared to the 30+ year older photo of the market on 9th street in K.C. MO. (depicted in the article above) Notice for example the electric light (instead of gas) and the more compact coffee grinder in the Euclid store at left. In it you see my grandmother Margaret Martin, uncle Joe Martin, my father George Martin, his brother Dan Martin, and an uncle on their mother's side Frank Vogl. Frank was brother to Bill Vogl who was married to Elvira. Their two children are Steve and Valerie who are about 5 years younger than me (son Dan) and my sister Roberta. The scan at right is what Mom wrote on the back of the photo above. The larger relative size of her writing indicates that her comments were most likely made in the late 1980s. If you look closely, you can see that she wrote over (in the heavy marker that she began using to compensate for her failing eyesight) some of the names written apparently much earlier in my fathers own hand.
I understand that Aileen Minter helped open Dad's first store at 79th and Ward Parkway in Kansas City, Missouri. She was with Martin's Finer Foods continually from that opening day in 1941, then when the new market opened in 1951 at 79th and Lee Boulevard in Leawood, Kansas, and on until it was sold in November of 1980 at Dad's retirement. If ever there could be anyone less prideful or less assuming than my Dad, it would have been Aileen. But gloomy, no! Her cheerful dark eyes could barely be seen gleaming through the broad smile that always seemed to adorn her ever-jolly face. A real "Mrs Santa Claus" if ever one there was. Yet her personal life was marked with tragedy upon tragedy. Only the biblical Job had a harder way to go - yet her belief in Jesus never faltered. I am still awed by this lady's faith. At the same time she was very wise in her quiet way. Once when I expressed anger at God for "allowing" the death of a neighbor's innocent six year old son, she said to me "...maybe God just saw some horrible pain in this childs future and in His mercy spared him from having to endure it." I took her words to heart and have later used them several times to salve the anguish of other grieving parents ...even helping me again when my son Scott died in a car wreck in late 1983. The note at left is from Aileen and was written to Mom and Dad not six months before Aileen died in December 1992. She was thanking them for just a phone call during yet another of her many tribulations. She continued to praise the Lord, and she also wrote to Dad "...you're the best boss an employee could ever have." Mother Theresa herself couldn't have spoken higher praise, or presented it with more loving grace...
Although there is no date in his obituary, we can deduce that Bernard Martin (one of Dad's uncles) died sometime in 1934 (i.e. (1875 + 59). In it we learn that Bernard, Bert, Joeseph, Leonard (Dad's father), Barbara Brisbois (wife of Cliff Brisbois?), Ellen, and Anna Imele were all brothers and sisters. Cliff Brisbois and Dad Built the Leawood Shops shopping center in 1951. At the time of Bernards death Dad would have been 22 years old (born 1912). It must have been Dad who was the George Martin of Kansas City, MO who was listed as an "active" pallbearer (what then do inactive ones do?) for Barney, and not the George Martin from Roy, Washington. So we have relatives scattered far and wide: Grand Junction CO, St Louis MO, Lawrence KS to name a few other places.
LEAWOOD SHOPS, GRAND OPENING: March 23rd & 24th, 1951 Leawood, KansasMy sister, Roberta Norman, said (December 14th 2018) this of the picture at left: "I just recently found this ad folded up in a genealogy book that includes Dad's lineage. I do not recall having ever seen this ad before. I evidently have had the book with the ad inside since before 2000, as the note attached to it was written by Dad. I might not have unfolded the aged newspaper, except for Dad's simple note that said this was the ad for the Grand Opening. Could Dad, talking from beyond, have wanted us to see it now?"
Be sure to click on the pictures at left, above and below, as they have some arresting insight on what prices were
- in the midwest - in the mid 20th Century: Libby's #2 1/2 size canned peaches 31 cents.
This photo (and Mom's comments written on the back) shows Dad in March of 1951 during the grand opening of Martin's Finer Foods at 7960 Lee Boulevard in Leawood KS. He was 39 years old at the time - looking a bit frumpy I have to say... Note the price of Shurfine and Viking whole bean coffee, 81 and 77 cents, respectively, for a full 16 oz bag. For the dollar of the that day, such an amount was probably the equivalent of $10 a pound now - And these were the price leader brands. I think Folgers and similar were on the order of $1.01 a pound (remember when coffee cans held a full pound, not the measly 10 or 12 ounces like they do today). Back then there were no "Mr. Coffee" machines. There were percolators, vacuum pots, drip pots and who knows what other kinds of coffee-making appliances. The coffee mill had a lever that selected the desired grind to match the specific needs of each type of maker. This was no blender-type device that pulverized the beans into dust (like you find today), but a precision milling machine that turned out a uniform grain-size - no dust - in the selected "caliber." In the background we can see several boxes of Kellogg's Raisin Bran edge-on and some various laundry products that have long since vanished. Stacked on the shelves along the back wall are loaves of Wonder Bread - or maybe it's Taystee. No plastic bags, bread was wrapped in brightly colored and printed waxed paper then. Notice Grandma Dorothy's "Martin Bird" murals on the back wall. The bakery theme shows that it was the cookie and bread aisle. Mom had a little gift shop in that store which she ran for many years. The store was remodled in 1968 and the adjoining hobby shop was absorbed to give a few hundred more square feet of precious sales area. Long before that time, Mom's gift shop had been absorbed by a previous expansion. In the photo at right you see my band, The Blue Velvets, playing for the Grand Reopening in 1968. An electrical fire in the sign above us (still covered under a tarp) only two days before could have burnt down the whole shopping center, but by Divine Providence it did not.
Unfortunately there is no publication date on this scan of an article by Tom Leathers in his Leawood Squire. It had to have been sometime the same spring, in the year 2000, when my father George Martin passed away. He had sold Martin's Finer Foods - The Corner That Kindness Built - in 1980. Dad had been there every day since 1951, except for a very few (and often delayed) vacations (thanks to Mom for forcing him to take them) since the day he opened. He had opened his first store in 1941 near 79th and Ward Parkway where McGonicle's Food Store still holds forth to this day.
The Martin family has a varied history in the various wars of the 20th century. At left is an obit of Dad's uncle Jacob Weis who fought in World War I. My Mom's brother, Robert James Crutcher, died in a bombing run over Hamburg Germany in the last months of World War II. For all of WWII, Dad worked nights at the Pratt-Whitney plant building aircraft engines. It just might have been that one of Dad's engines was among the four powering that B-17 bomber (named "Smilin' Thru") in which "Uncle Bob" was killed (he was struck by flak that pierced the cockpit). The plane was shot up almost beyond recognition, but it still flew the rest of the crew home safely to England. After working all night at P-W, Dad would then drive to the City Market by 5 AM six days a week to buy fresh produce for his grocery store. Then he ran the store all day six days a week until 6 PM. One has to wonder when he found time for sleep - or anything.
Mom and Dad were personal friends with artist Thomas Hart Benton, and his wife Rita. At left you see one of the hand-drawn cards that Tom sent to my folks one Christmas. Over the years they bought two of Tom's original oil paintings, pictured here. They had the still life (a rare subject for Mr. Benton) until Dad's death, when it was sold at auction at Christy's. The "Water Tank" picture had been sold many years before. You see it here in the background of a picture (at right) that Mom took of my band members in our home in Leawood in the early 1960s.
Just a few weeks before Dad passed away in April 30th of the year 2000, Sheryl and I had spent Easter with Mom and Dad at our home at 14411 Quivira Road (shown in these pictures) in Olathe, Kansas. We served them Dad's favorite: roast leg of lamb with mint jelly. Mom had that house built on Quivira in 1968 and my wife Sheryl and I bought it from them in 1987, after it had been vacant for a year or so. It had almost burned down in 1986 when the aluminum wiring used in the main electric service shorted out. Fortunately a neighbor saw the flames leaping from a burning bush and extinguished the blaze before the fire had a chance to mature. The house was vacant at the time because Mom & Dad had moved two years before into their earth-shelterd home in Ottawa KS. Mom and Dad are pictured at right, standing at its entrance only a few months before he died. I think that was the last photo ever taken of them together - a poignant Ottawa Gothic. We sold the Olathe home in 2001 to move to Colorado. Sadly, it was raized in 2003 by a developer to make way for a new group of patio homes to occupy the parklike five acres on which it had so grandly rested for 35 years. If houses can go to Heaven, "The House That Mom Built" is surely waiting for us there...
The Olathe home, pictured above, had a rich history of memories for all of us. Below I have depicted a few memories in some surviving photographs. If any of my children or my sister Roberta (or anyone else) have photos that they would like included here, please scan them and attach to an email to me: dan at dansher dot com A description including the approximate date of each image would be helpful, thanks.
In the summer of 1969, Yamaha had an overstock of black 80cc cycles. My JoCo Motors Cycle Shop could buy them new in the crate for $180. Dad did not really want it, but I convinced him to buy one. Here he is, hesitantly learning to ride it in one of the fields that surrounded their Olathe home. Several years later he gave it to my sister who moved it and her family to Colorado. After many years of disuse, I believe she traded it for some used horse tack.
Dad's 50th birthday was in 1962. He is pictured third from the left, with his brother Daniel J. Martin standing to his right, and his cousin Bill Vogl to Dad's left. At far left is Dad's uncle John Weis. The photo was taken in their Leawood, KS, home (9828 Belinder Road). You can see that home in the background of this 1959 photo of me and my then-new Triumph T110 motorcycle.
In 1989 Mom arranged to fly my sister and her husband John, and myself, to the Oregon coast to celebrate Mom and Dad's 50th aniversary That was really kind of them as my sister and I were basically broke at the time. On the left all of us are on a balcony overlooking, unseen behind us, the Oregon coastline of the Pacific ocean. The picture of Dad on the right, overlooking another Oregon beach, evokes a strong sense of sorrow and loneliness in me. It is really hard for me to look at without wondering what he was thinking to have projected such pathos across time to us today.
Here we are in 1990 for my own 50th birthday party at my home in Olathe, KS: Dad would have been 78 at that time. My sons Brian, Craig, and Steve (next to Dad) are there to help me celebrate. These are all the surviving "Martin Men" of the day. By then Dad's brother Dan and my son Scott had passed away; Eight glasses on the table indicate three other persons are present but off-camera. One would have been Mom, and the other my girlfriend du jour (I was between marriages to Sheryl at the time). The third person is a mystery. Most likely a gf of one of the boys (none were married then), or possibly even my daughter Tricia.
Mom and Dad were often back at their/our Olathe home as they rented the apartment on its south end from us. At left they are sitting on the patio one Easter. At this time of year the redbud trees and flowering dogwood trees were at the height of their beauty, as you see in the photo at right. Mom's comments on the back of the photo puts the year at 1993, which would be 3 or 4 years prior to the photo at left. In late '93 Dad had a 4-way heart bypass operation, from which he never fully recovered. Inept hospital practices left him in constant pain from the incision that never healed - the result of a MRSA staph infection no medication could ever quite overcome. Yet he never complained...
Lest this history seem totally about Martin males, here is a picture of daughter Tricia (center), Grandma Dorothy (left), and Tricia's Grandma Francis (right) in the spring of 2003. Probably the first time the three of them had been together in 20 years (it would be the last as well). The occasion was an observance of the 20th year since the death of brother, son, and grandson Scott Martin. Grandma Francis died in January 2004.
At the end of 2004 Grandma Dorothy moved from her home in Gardner KS into her own apartment in a very nice assisted living facility at 91st & Metcalf in Overland Park, KS. In 2008, Mom had a very nice birthday party, perhaps her last really "good" one. Click here to see pictures of that event.
Dorothy Elizabeth [Crutcher] Martin, born Dorothy Elizabeth Crutcher, my Mom, a Grandmother, Great Grandmother, and friend, passed away peacefully at 1 AM CST January 30th 2013. She was 97 years old.
I have gathered some pix & videos of Mom in her latter years at this link
A few of the "paper-things" that Dad left behind when he passed away (age 88) on April 30th 2000 are pictured here. Yet Dad left all of us a lot more than that. There is one thing in particular that none of us sufficiently appreciates. As an example of this special gift, I quote from an obituary (shown further above) of a much older relative, Bernard J. Martin, who had died in 1934: "Mr. Martin measured up to the laws of God and Man... The widow, the sons, and daughter inherit the legacy of a clean name, which is the best of all earthly possessions."
My father George L. Martin certainly bore that same standard to the highest degree of diligence and responsibility. In today's Clinton/Enron era of lost honor and loose ethics, we can see just how rare a gift he gave us. As but one example, when others would have taken an easier way out, my father spent the last seven years of his business life paying off - in full - a $200,000+ debt incurred from a grocery market he opened in Warrensburg MO that went out of business. In the end, a card on one of the flower arrangements at his funeral (May, 2000) paid him the highest of honors - one for which I can never qualify myself - It read simply: "In memory of George Martin, one of the better men I've known."
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