Obituary of Robert Lewis Martin

It is with great sadness to announce the passing of our father, Robert Lewis Martin, age 91, on March 6, 2022. He was born on December 3, 1930 in Halifax and was the son of the late John and Nina (Eison) Martin. Robert started his career at O’Malley Bakery in Dartmouth before later moving on to other bakeries. He worked for 53 years in the bakery business and eventually retired in 2003. Robert had a passion for gardening with his daughter, Debbie, at her home in Bridgewater. He also enjoyed hunting and fishing with his son, Donnie, as they made frequent trips together into the woods. He is survived by his children, Robert (Susan) Martin of Boutilier’s Point; Debbie (Bob) Biggs of Bridgewater; Michael (Bev) Martin of Mount Uniacke; Kenneth (June) Martin of Shearwater; Margaret (James) Harris of Harrietsfield; Janet (Randy) Korman of Halifax; Jimmy (Juanita) Martin of Mount Uniacke; and Donnie (Annie) Martin of Boutilier’s Point. He is also survived by his 5 grandsons, five grand daughters, four great-grandsons, six great-grand daughters, and many nieces and nephews. He was predeceased by his loving wife, Marie (Keefe) of 63 years; brothers, Fulton, Wallace, Alan, Kenneth, Gordie, Ralph, and Gerald; as well as his sister, Dorothy. There will be no visitation or funeral service as per his wishes. The family would like to thank the staff at Shannex Parkstone for the care of Robert over the years that he resided there with special thanks being given to Heather and Tammy. He had a favorite passage from a composition by the residents of Princess Lane that held a treasured place in his heart that his family would like to share. ‘Walking down the pathway with my sweetheart hand-in-hand. Flowers are blooming everywhere, fragrances fill the air. It’s warm and sunny weather as the little robin flies, Outside in our courtyard, strolling side by side. The grass and leaves and shrubs and trees attract the bumblebees, The sweet smell of the daffodils will bring you to your knees. Slowly as we wander, admiring the painted stones, Remembering the seasons in the garden here at home.’