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In Memory of John 'Jack' Martin


4:00 - 7:00 p.m. Tuesday, May 8, 2018 at the O'Connell Family Funeral Home in Hudson, WI, and one hour prior to the mass on Wednesday at the church

Funeral Services

10:00 a.m. Wednesday, May 9, 2018 at St. Patrick Catholic Church in Hudson, WI

John “Jack” Martin, age 84 of New Richmond, died on May 4, 2018 at the Westfields Hospital in New Richmond.

Jack was born on June 25, 1933 in Downing, WI to parents, Ronald and Mildred (Harnick) Martin. He was raised by his great-grandparents, Art and Mary Martin on their farm in Cylon, and attended school at the one room school house there. From a young age, his Catholic faith and christian beliefs were very important to him. Jack served in the U.S. Air Force and the U.S. Army and is a Korean War Vet. He worked as a Deputy Sheriff for St. Croix County, and retired as Chief Deputy Sheriff in 1995. In his retirement, Jack loved going to auctions and holding garage sales to sell and trade the treasures he found.

Jack is survived by his children, John, Ron, Lori (John) Tudahl, Patti Croslin, Chuck, and Gregory (Yasuko); grandchildren, Shantelle, Dustin, Kyle, Jacob, Jenna, Jessie, Macayla, Bailey, Allison, Lucas and Noah; 7 great-grandchildren; siblings, Maxine (Charles), Kathy (Gerald) Rose, Mike, and Mark; many nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends. He is preceded in death by his parents; brothers, Jim and Maurice “Pat”; and grandchildren, Heather Martin and Matthew Porter.

A Mass of Christian Burial for Jack will be at 10:00 a.m. on Wednesday, May 9, 2018 at St. Patrick Catholic Church, 1500 Vine St., Hudson, WI. Visitation will be held from 4:00-7:00 p.m. Tuesday, May 8 at the O’Connell Family Funeral Home, 520 S. 11th St., Hudson, WI, and one hour prior to the service on Wednesday at the church. Interment at Holy Rosary Cemetery in Cylon, WI. Memorials preferred.

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    • My family was never able to visit Grandpa Jack as often as we’d liked to, but when we went, it was always a memorable time. In younger times, I remember walking through his wonderland of woods. During the summers when we visited, my little brother and I climbed giant oak trees, ran through the woods, and explored every nook and cranny of his land. There was always something to do in the woods at Grandpa Jack’s. I will forever remember Grandpa Jack as interesting and as vivacious as his woods.

      Through the years, I’ve learned many things from him. One summer, when I was around 12 or 13, my dad took the family up to see Grandpa Jack. There, he set out a trap for a pesky raccoon he had been complaining about rummaging through his property and trash. The next day, we checked the trap to find a raccoon stuck inside. He handed me a pellet rifle and instructed me to put a single round into the raccoon to put it out of its misery. Now, I had practiced with rifles on his land before, but I’d never shot at a live target. I took the heavy rifle and aimed at the raccoon. It was scared and desperately trying to free its damaged paw from the mechanism in the confinement. I fired round after round into the cage, each time hitting, but not ending its life. With each consecutive round, I became more panicked and desperate to put the animal out of its misery. I must have fired 7 rounds into the raccoon before it finally succumbed. In this one act, my grandpa taught me the importance of responsibility for my actions, the importance of being deliberation in action, and the importance of life. I will forever remember my Grandpa Jack as a teacher.

      In all of the summer trips, fish fry dinners, and family reunions, I noticed a strong connection between Grandpa and all of his kids and grandchildren, I see it in the way my father looks up to him and admires him. I see it in the way my uncles’ eyes light up when they tell a story about him for the hundredth time. I see it in the way they love and respect him. I see it in the how he always provided a warm home to my family, I see it when we catch eye contact, and he returns a wink and a smile at me.
      I will forever remember my Grandpa Jack as a good man.

      From his quiet smirk to his wide grin, I knew my grandpa loved life. In this, his teaching and mentor-ship are evident in the way my relatives respect him, the way I respect his sons, and the way my dad tries to be the best father he can, from the experiences he has taken from his father. I will remember John Jack Martin in how I teach my future children and I how I treat future people. The lessons he’s taught me about god, about family, and about life are among those forever instilled within me.

      -You’re in a better place now
      Lucas Kai Martin