On the evening of the 24th of Dec in 1978 we left Guernsey enroute back to Cheyenne...we had to stop in wheatland and borrow gas. The next day while sitting down to Christmas dinner my water broke. I thought you were coming that day. But on into the night they gave me something to sleep.
I had to have a c-section and I woke up with a nurse fussing around me. I looked at her and said go get my baby. She said.."Don't you want to know what you had?" No, I said I already know...his name is Eddie...

You light up my life...

December 26th 2021....

I decorated honey...but I got beat to it again. I'm so glad you're loved and missed. I just wish you were here....

I made it up to see you. Rough day honey. We missed you all so much.
For me it's agonizing. 

December 2020 ....You would be 42...and if the world had behaved like I always believed Grampa would be 82 and I'd be 62....I wish with all my heart we were doing our usual birthday month....I loved celebrating your birthday all month. I know having a birthday the day after Christmas kinda took your birth day away but I swear I didn't plan it. At any rate...hope you got those boots on ...oh no not the ones I got you...the ones that are perfect for you baby boy. I love you Eddie. So much.

Funeral services for Albert Wade Martin, 52, will be held at 2:00 P.M., Wednesday, December 5, 2012 at the General Spence Wyoming Army National Guard Armory in Guernsey, Wyoming with Pastor Jason Miller officiating.  Inurnment will be held at the Hartville Cemetery near Hartville, Wyoming.
Wade died Tuesday, November 27, 2012 at Poudre Valley Hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado.  
Wade was born August 29, 1960 in Casper, Wyoming the son of Albert Paul and Eldora Joann (Goolsby) Martin.
Wade was a football and basketball player for Wheatland and Guernsey High Schools.  He graduated from Guernsey High School in 1978.  Wade attended Torrington College on a basketball scholarship.  On July 3, 1982 he married Shelly Dickinson, to this union they had two daughters, Tricia born on March 18, 1990 and McKenzie born on December 30, 1992.  Wade worked at the Wheatland Power Plant for seventeen years and later took a job traveling for Intec Services based in Fort Collins, Colorado.  Recently he returned home to be with family on the ranch that he had always loved.  Wade enjoyed playing golf, bowling, hunting, collecting hot wheels, watching Lonesome Dove, hanging out with his nephew Ned, his girls, and Rock, his ever faithful dog.  Wade had many loyal friends, a large family, and he loved every single one of them.  
He is survived by his parents, Albert and Dori Martin of Guernsey; daughters Trish (Tristen) Martin of Cheyenne, Wyoming, and McKenzie Martin of Wheatland, Wyoming; his fiancé Tiffany Savageau of California; four sisters, Jackie (Bill) Holtz of Guernsey, Lynne (Dave) Mesenbrink of Casper, Liz (Eric) Henneman of Lead, South Dakota, and Ellen (Scott) Nelson of Hartville; two brothers, Pete (Sheila) Howes of Fort Laramie, and Matthew (Sabrina) Martin of Guernsey; as well as many nieces and nephews, great nieces and Great nephews, aunts, uncles, and cousins.
Wade is preceded in death by his maternal grandparents, Jesse and Jennie Goolsby, paternal grandparents, Harley and Nellie Martin, and niece, Ashley Howes.

Uncle Wade gave new meaning to adventure and fun....he loved life and wanted to live as large as possible....it was like someone opened the gates and slapped his horse on the butt....he made sure he was there for all his nieces and nephews. He gave Eddie the opportunity to work with him and get away from Guernsey.... California, New Mexico, Colorado, Arizona, Nevada, Utah, and Mexico...he also took Eddie to Alaska for a big fishing and site seeing trip....oh the stories...some this mom would have preferred not to hear........Eddie adored and looked up to his Uncle. Between the two of them they could recite the whole Lonesome Dove series...AND they could also gang up on me and tease me till I was ready to chase them both out of the house with a broom.... I adored you both and would give anything to have one of those days....Run free you two wild ones....

GO DODGERS ⚾ 
Rest well Uncle Buck

Ginger Danielle Stewart
February 14, 1983 - August 6, 2013
Ginger Danielle Stewart - Sunrise February 14, 1983 and Sunset August 6, 2013. Ginger passed away after courageously battling cancer, never letting her illness defeat her. Ginger made a beautiful life with her family, friends, and pets Marley, Janice and Prudence. Ginger will forever be remembered for her stunning smile and infectious laugh. Ginger will be greatly missed by her family & friends. Ginger is survived by a world of friends, but her closest was family...she treasured each and every one and especially doted on her nephew and younger cousins....She is survived by loving parents Jim and Sylvia Stewart and Lynne(Martin) and Dave Mesenbrink, her best friend and brother Jimmy Stewart and her nephew Jamey...She's also survived by her Grandma Eldora Martin ...Aunt Jax and Uncle Bill, Uncle Matt Martin, Aunt Ellen (Martin) and Uncle Scott Nelson, Aunt Liz and Erik Hennemen, Uncle Pete and Aunt Sheila, Uncle George and Aunt Kristie Stewart....she was preceded in death by Grandparents Bert and George Stewart, Grandfather Albert Martin, and Uncle Wade Martin.

My beautiful niece...How we miss you. You showed us how to be stronger than even we ever thought possible. There's not a day we don't think of you and Uncle Wade, Grandpa, and Mister Ed...I know your spirit is free and you and Eddie fleeting in and out of starlight and sunshine...I can hear your laughter and feel your energy .... We try...we really do not want to be sad all the time. We are learning... Please hug everybody and please keep an eye on your cousins here. They miss your love and wisdom....you are forever my little hippie girl....
Peace, Love, Rock and Roll Forever...☮️

Albert was born April 3, 1938 in Douglas, Wyoming the son of Harley and Nellie (McCormick) Martin. He grew up and attended school in Glendo and Wheatland, Wyoming. After high school he worked on ranches in Platte County. He married Eldora Goolsby in 1957. They lived in the Wheatland area and later moved to the ranch south of Hartville, Wyoming.

Albert was a rancher and loved his cows and spending time with his family.

Albert is survived by his wife Eldora of Guernsey, Wyoming; four daughters Jacqueline (Bill) Holtz of Guernsey, Lynne (Dave) Mesenbrink of Casper, Wyoming, Ellen (Scott) Nelson of Hartville, Wyoming, and Elizabeth (Eric) Henneman of Lead, South Dakota; two sons Matthew (Sabrina) Martin of Guernsey and Pete (Sheila) Howes of Ft. Laramie, Wyoming; two brothers Sherman (Daylene) Martin of Guernsey and Calvin (Marge) Martin of Rio del Sol, Texas; two sisters Dorene (Bob) Kraft of Lusk, Wyoming and Mary Foy of Rawlins, Wyoming; eleven grandchildren; and numerous great grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his parents; a son Wade Martin; a brother Don Martin; and two granddaughters Ashley Howe and Ginger Stewart.

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This man was my daddy and my hero but most of all he was the kind of grandfather that every kid in the world should have....Eddie was his first grandson and grandchild actually. My Dad held him and loved him from day one. Daddy was 20 when I was born. I was 20 when I had Eddie. So from the day he was born my dad began teaching him the ways of the world according to him and to Eddie that's exactly the way it was. He rode in the truck with his grandpa by the time he could stand up, he went out and fed cattle, he went hunting, he laughed, he cried, argued, and learned how to pee on a flat rock with his grandpa. He learned his dog was a loyal companion. He learned that only a few words were needed when it came to right and wrong, he learned that you should always be honest and he learned to be a man of his word. He learned to ride a horse, shoot a gun, and  to love the land.  He learned to chew copenhagen... and spit out the window of a moving vehicle. He learned to track any animal and he knew every plant and tree on the ranch. He learned to live simple and never take more than you need. He learned to always lend a hand to your neighbor, to respect others. He learned from his grampa to be loyal to his family. He learned to walk away from a fight unless he had no other choice than to knock them on their ass....and to do it with one punch and then help them off the floor and dust them off....He learned some hella cuss words but knew you didn't use them around the ladies...He learned compassion and forgiveness. When he was lost or lonely he knew he always had Grandpa. And of course his Grandma. He had such respect for them. He teased them and hugged them and loved them with all his heart. I know he's with his beloved Grampa now still hanging out. I miss them both with all my heart but it does give me comfort knowing they are together....❤️