John Martin, born in New Jersey, was the second of nine children born to Lucy Ann (Clayton) and James Totten Polhemus. His siblings were Edgar W., David Clayton, Charles Henry, James Alfred, Annie Lucretia, Carolyn G. and Ida Flora. The day after his 1884 marriage to Alice Louise Humphreys in Reading, Schuyler County, New York, the couple traveled by train to Nebraska, where they homesteaded. John Martin was the father of Mattie, Arthur, Carrie, Winnie, George, Charles, John and Alice. Mattie and John both died within a month of their births. After years of hard work as a farmer, he retired in 1920 or 1921, and moved into Holdrege with his wife and mother-in-law (who had homesteaded with the couple). John Martin, surrounded by his wife and surviving children, died from a rather rare medical condition in 1921.
From "History and Genealogy, Polhemus, 1284-1954:"
"Dedicated To: JOHN MARTIN POLHEMUS
by his three sons and three daughters in memory of the grandest dad a bunch of kids ever had.
--the merry twinkle in his blue eyes as he told a funny story without the trace of a smile;
--the warm squeeze of his hard hand on ours as we brought him from the barn for breakfast;
--the wonderful rides, half buried in a load of freshly cut hay, with dad as driver; lumber wagon munching on crackers with sides of cheese cut with his jack knife;
--his sly little grin as he appeared at breakfast time on Easter morning with a hat-ful of eggs he had been hoarding in the wheat bin;
--the long Sunday morning horse back rides with him over the pasture to check fences and new born calves;
--the crackling fire he stoked in the old kitchen stove on Saturday nights when we took our turn at a bath in the big galvanized tub;
--the striped bag of candy he brought from his pocket after a trip to town, which we would divide from a circle on the floor on our haunches;
--his quiet, unruffled help and understanding in all our troubles that loomed so big at the time;
--his passing, all too soon, at the age of 61, which left such a lasting, aching void.
--Arthur, Carrie, Winnie, George, Charles, Alice"
From "History and Genealogy, Polhemus, 1284-1954:"
"Dedicated To: JOHN MARTIN POLHEMUS
by his three sons and three daughters in memory of the grandest dad a bunch of kids ever had.
--the merry twinkle in his blue eyes as he told a funny story without the trace of a smile;
--the warm squeeze of his hard hand on ours as we brought him from the barn for breakfast;
--the wonderful rides, half buried in a load of freshly cut hay, with dad as driver; lumber wagon munching on crackers with sides of cheese cut with his jack knife;
--his sly little grin as he appeared at breakfast time on Easter morning with a hat-ful of eggs he had been hoarding in the wheat bin;
--the long Sunday morning horse back rides with him over the pasture to check fences and new born calves;
--the crackling fire he stoked in the old kitchen stove on Saturday nights when we took our turn at a bath in the big galvanized tub;
--the striped bag of candy he brought from his pocket after a trip to town, which we would divide from a circle on the floor on our haunches;
--his quiet, unruffled help and understanding in all our troubles that loomed so big at the time;
--his passing, all too soon, at the age of 61, which left such a lasting, aching void.
--Arthur, Carrie, Winnie, George, Charles, Alice"
John Martin, born in New Jersey, was the second of nine children born to Lucy Ann (Clayton) and James Totten Polhemus. His siblings were Edgar W., David Clayton, Charles Henry, James Alfred, Annie Lucretia, Carolyn G. and Ida Flora. The day after his 1884 marriage to Alice Louise Humphreys in Reading, Schuyler County, New York, the couple traveled by train to Nebraska, where they homesteaded. John Martin was the father of Mattie, Arthur, Carrie, Winnie, George, Charles, John and Alice. Mattie and John both died within a month of their births. After years of hard work as a farmer, he retired in 1920 or 1921, and moved into Holdrege with his wife and mother-in-law (who had homesteaded with the couple). John Martin, surrounded by his wife and surviving children, died from a rather rare medical condition in 1921.
From "History and Genealogy, Polhemus, 1284-1954:"
"Dedicated To: JOHN MARTIN POLHEMUS
by his three sons and three daughters in memory of the grandest dad a bunch of kids ever had.
--the merry twinkle in his blue eyes as he told a funny story without the trace of a smile;
--the warm squeeze of his hard hand on ours as we brought him from the barn for breakfast;
--the wonderful rides, half buried in a load of freshly cut hay, with dad as driver; lumber wagon munching on crackers with sides of cheese cut with his jack knife;
--his sly little grin as he appeared at breakfast time on Easter morning with a hat-ful of eggs he had been hoarding in the wheat bin;
--the long Sunday morning horse back rides with him over the pasture to check fences and new born calves;
--the crackling fire he stoked in the old kitchen stove on Saturday nights when we took our turn at a bath in the big galvanized tub;
--the striped bag of candy he brought from his pocket after a trip to town, which we would divide from a circle on the floor on our haunches;
--his quiet, unruffled help and understanding in all our troubles that loomed so big at the time;
--his passing, all too soon, at the age of 61, which left such a lasting, aching void.
--Arthur, Carrie, Winnie, George, Charles, Alice"
From "History and Genealogy, Polhemus, 1284-1954:"
"Dedicated To: JOHN MARTIN POLHEMUS
by his three sons and three daughters in memory of the grandest dad a bunch of kids ever had.
--the merry twinkle in his blue eyes as he told a funny story without the trace of a smile;
--the warm squeeze of his hard hand on ours as we brought him from the barn for breakfast;
--the wonderful rides, half buried in a load of freshly cut hay, with dad as driver; lumber wagon munching on crackers with sides of cheese cut with his jack knife;
--his sly little grin as he appeared at breakfast time on Easter morning with a hat-ful of eggs he had been hoarding in the wheat bin;
--the long Sunday morning horse back rides with him over the pasture to check fences and new born calves;
--the crackling fire he stoked in the old kitchen stove on Saturday nights when we took our turn at a bath in the big galvanized tub;
--the striped bag of candy he brought from his pocket after a trip to town, which we would divide from a circle on the floor on our haunches;
--his quiet, unruffled help and understanding in all our troubles that loomed so big at the time;
--his passing, all too soon, at the age of 61, which left such a lasting, aching void.
--Arthur, Carrie, Winnie, George, Charles, Alice"
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