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S: Marty Meyer

FC: In Loving Memory | Marty

1: Edna and Charlie Meyer

2: Grandma Edna Lapides | Uncle Larry

3: Marty

4: Marty, Bobby Arlene, Sandy, Barbara Eileen, Margie, Larry | Charlie & Edna

5: Brothers Marty, Bobby. Larry

6: Grandpa Charlie Lapides and Grandma Minnie Sclarew Lapides

7: Hilda and Marty

9: Grandma Minnie with Uncle Larry, Uncle Bobby, and Grandma Edna

10: Judy, Edna, and Tanni | Cara and Dad | Hawaii | The Big Island

11: The Suburban Cowboy

12: Phil and Edna | Aunt Annette and Marty | Edna and Marty

14: Kenny | Sue | Judy and Jaime | Marty, Larry, Bobby, Edna and Jaime

15: Larry, Marty,, Phil, Hilda, Edna, and Bobby

16: Tanya and Gramps Ready for the Prom | Teddy, Austin, and Gramps | JJ | Jack and Jane | Marty and Marlese | Jack, Carin, Jane, Judy and Sophia | Austin, Jack, Jane, and Sophia | Kevin | Jaime | Perfect

17: Gramps and Austin | Leah, Grampa Marty, and Jack | Marty, Austin, Sophia, Joyce

20: Judy and Steve | Dudley, Sherry, and Marty | Teddy, Jaime, Marty, Tanya, Jane Kevin, Austin, Leah, Charlie, Jack, Sophia | Brett, Marty, and Jaime | Marty and Marsha | Reed, Doug, Margie, Eileen, Marty ,Kenny, Judy

21: Cara and Glenn

22: Bob, Adrian, and Dominic | Milo

26: My grandpa, our grandpa, was an amazing man. He was just like any grandparent should be, funny, indulgent, and full of love. He loved each and everyone of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren with the same force in which he loved life. It was clear, gramps got the utmost joy out of making us laugh. Sometimes he did so by singing us a song that he learned from god- knows- where, or pulled from the depths of his imagination. Other times he would resort to a trick or two. I remember when Jack and I used to beg grandpa to make water trickle out the eraser of a pencil. He of course always obliged to perform this magic trick. I don't know how he made those drops of water escape the eraser. And I never will. Grandpa was an incredible influence on all of our lives. He taught all of us, through his example, that the universe is full of amazing wonders, and that learning is a life-long process. He was always evolving and studying philosophies and practices from all parts of the world and all eras in history. Just recently he told Jaime that he was learning all about "dowsing." When she asked him what that was, he said it was the art of using a specially-shaped stick to look for water underground. He said it with that twinkle in his eye that made you wonder if he was pulling your leg. He taught us to embrace who we are and to be our best selves. When Tanya was writing her medical school application essay, she asked Grandpa for his opinion on an early draft. He said she was being too modest, and said "no one is going to toot your horn if you don't toot it yourself." Grandpa also taught us not to take ourselves too seriously, to have lots of fun, and to not be too conventional. He lived by the example that "You create your own reality." Grandpa was full of surprises. When he became an ordained internet minister so he could officiate at Teddy and Teresa's wedding, he showed up with a "medicine man" who helped lead the ceremony. To this day, no one is sure where that guy came from. Grandpa always had something new and unexpected up his sleeve, and no one could ever know all there was to know about him. The littlest kids, Leah, Kevin, Austin, and Sophia, are going to miss Grandpa's silliness and all the fun they had with him. Leah and Kevin are going to miss their frequent trips to the store, where they loved seeing Grandpa in action. Austin and Sophia hope they will still get to sail on the boat to nowhere, even if it won't be quite the same without Grandpa. They'll always remember him by their collection of Hess trucks and Native American dolls that reflect just a few of Grandpa's many diverse interests. Those of us who were old enough worked for Gramps at some point, where we learned from his strong work ethic and offbeat approach to business. In business and in life he always saw all the angles. He loved the art of the deal. His empathy and compassion enabled him to embrace people from all walks of life. No one was beneath or above him. Grandpa was a student of the world, and while nothing was too esoteric for him, he was also grounded in the practical. He stayed young at heart by constantly evolving. But some things never changed. He was funny to the end, decided how he would live, and how he would pass on. He respectfully called the shots. And to the end, he was our Homyonkel Fitzgerald the Prince Eulogy written by the grandkids, delivered by Jane with love.

27: So, I'm getting dressed this morning, and I see Rabbi Gelman's business card: Rabbi Mark Gelman PhD. That got me thinking about Marty. He was never a PhD, or an Md, or CFO, his card didn't even say president. He was Marty Meyer A.A.G.G. This meant All-Around-Good-Guy. This is how we signed all his letters. What the heck, everyone else had an alphabet after their names. We figured Marty should have them too.....and no one ever asked. But truer words were never spoken. So what are some of the lessons we can take away from his wonderful life? Lesson one in business: Dad and I were in the vitamins business together. In this industry, like so many others, there are constant downward pressures on profit margins. Marty was all about moving volume. I would say, we need a higher margin, we can't sell it so cheap, Dad we need to make a dollar on that. At 50 cents we'll be losing money, we are making almost noting! He would say.....it's better than a sharp stick in the eye. He would usually get his way. Lesson two in business: Marty was a marketing genius; he was difficult to keep up with. Always thinking, always thinking outside the box, always shooting from the hip. Let's send a postcard-let's run an ad in the newspaper-do an email blast-lower the price-give away free stuff. Dad let's slow down; what are ya doing? Ken ya always gotta throw enough shit against the wall to see what sticks! His most important lesson was about people. He would smile and joke with everyone, always laughing the hardest at his own jokes. But I guess because of his humble beginnings he had a deep respect for people, all people. He taught me that everyone deserves respect. Whether you're pumping gas cleaning floors, whether you're a doctor, lawyer, or Indian chief, everyone deserves respect. Marty was my oldest friend. As a kid I would sneak into the back of his car and hide in the back seat so I could go to work with him. At 25 cents an hour he had me pump gas at the old Esso gas station in Bethpage; that was the playground of my youth. And he really cared about people. Back in the early years, on Thanksgiving, he and I would pack up our family dinner and bring plates of food to the poor guys who had to work on that holiday. He also taught me how to drive, I would start the car, no sooner did we leave the driveway and he was asleep for the rest of the lesson. I went to college and worked every night in the auto parts store. After college I jumped right in and never looked back. It's probably against all odds that we were able to work together for so long and really get along. He taught me so much about business and life. Marty would hire guys from the Nassau County Jail work release program to work at the car wash. I guess I never really had a job with Marty; it was always an adventure. I would expect him to zig, and he would always zag. That mind of his never rested. It was the deal dejour; he was a no limits kind of guy. From watching him get arrested for selling auto parts on a Sunday, to having him ring the bell on Christmas near a local supermarket to collect money for the poor. It was never a dull moment. He was an extraordinary man. A Huge pair of shoes that I can only hope to fill. It's 10pm at night, I'm sitting next to him alone as I write this, knowing the end is near. It rips my heart out to hear him struggling to breathe. But the body is just a car and the universe is the leasing company. Marty's lease is up, time to turn in the car. I'm sure he'll be looking for a new set of wheels to come back and do it all over again. It was a great run dad. And I know I speak for my sisters Sue, Judy, Cara, and myself that we are proud to have him as our father. We will miss him so much.... Ken

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