Martin's sisters collaborated and Dorie shares the memories.....
"Being born into a family of six children, I had the misfortune of being born between the only two boys in the family. I learned how to be a traitor at a very young age.
They seemed to both play me against each other. I spent many years trying to heal up my knees after being dragged behind a wagon everyday during the formative pre-school years of my life.
The teenage years only proved to be more interesting with my brothers, however. I learned how to join forces with my sisters to get even! We were all raised along the Yellowstone River in an area referred to as ďthe islandĒ. Most of our neighbors were as poor as we were so most of the time our first vehicle, bicycle, wagon, or motorcycle was something that always required repairs to be able to run. Our brother Martin learned to be a really bang-up mechanic. He could get anything to run and overhaul any engine.
Our dad managed to acquire an old Harley Hummer in the summer of 1965. It needed repairs and Martin loved to tinker with it in his spare time. School work went to the wayside and the tools took priority. This motorcycle was Martinís pride and joy. His greatest joy was to go for a ride on his very own motorcycle. This contraption became the envy of the girls in the family. We also loved to ride the Harley. Martin seemed to believe that girls should not drive motorcycles, but he mistakenly showed Rebecca how to operate it. "