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Martin Franklin (Bus) Shorb

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Martin Franklin ("Bus") Shorb

Birth
Thurmont, Frederick County, Maryland, USA
Death
23 Dec 2001 (aged 76)
Walterboro, Colleton County, South Carolina, USA
Burial
Cremated, Ashes given to family or friend. Specifically: his ashes are at his daughter's home. Add to Map
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Son of Gerald Byron and Minnie Viola Freshman Shorb. Husband of Audrey Elizabeth Shorb. Father of Lee and Lorraine.

Daddy is the only true free soul I have ever known. He's always been restless and looking for what's over the next hill. He could never catch on to being a father, but he turned out to be a great friend to us and a good grandfather. The Navy was too confining for him; his idea of adventure was to board a Merchant Marine delivering supplies to Viet Nam at the height of the war. To relax, he would choose a shrimp boat (particularly the Miss Karen out of Charleston) for several days of wrestling with shrimp nets. He could and did build anything, but his cabinet work was beautiful. True to form, everyone in the neighborhood had wonderfully-made kitchen cabinets except my mother. It was always fun being with Daddy; he didn't know how to treat a kid like a kid so he just treated us like equals. He died in a traffic accident, quickly and still in good health and doing just what he wanted to do. I still think about calling him or visiting him before I remember our free soul is gone.
Son of Gerald Byron and Minnie Viola Freshman Shorb. Husband of Audrey Elizabeth Shorb. Father of Lee and Lorraine.

Daddy is the only true free soul I have ever known. He's always been restless and looking for what's over the next hill. He could never catch on to being a father, but he turned out to be a great friend to us and a good grandfather. The Navy was too confining for him; his idea of adventure was to board a Merchant Marine delivering supplies to Viet Nam at the height of the war. To relax, he would choose a shrimp boat (particularly the Miss Karen out of Charleston) for several days of wrestling with shrimp nets. He could and did build anything, but his cabinet work was beautiful. True to form, everyone in the neighborhood had wonderfully-made kitchen cabinets except my mother. It was always fun being with Daddy; he didn't know how to treat a kid like a kid so he just treated us like equals. He died in a traffic accident, quickly and still in good health and doing just what he wanted to do. I still think about calling him or visiting him before I remember our free soul is gone.


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