Tuesday, November 3, 2009

A life well-lived


A life-well lived. That’s how one would sum up Marty Baechler’s life. Martin David Baechler was a Goderich boy, the son of Betty and Con Baechler and eldest brother to Darrell, Lynda, Dale and Jeff. He attended public school in Goderich and then GDCI. Marty became interested in music at an early age and began his musical career as a member of “The Four Teens”. After four months of practicing, four local boys formed a band of their own in the late 50s. They played in Seaforth, The Goderich Pavilion, on CKNX-TV and various town functions. From a newspaper article: “The young instrumentalists have no plans for a musical career yet, but think of the group as a hobby, says Marty Baechler, unofficial “leader” of the group.” That did not prove to be true. Marty helped form “The Strato-Tones” in the early 60s and became Jimmy Finch – his stage name. The group got their big break when they were booked into the world famous Peppermint Lounge in New York City and toured the south-eastern US. After that they cut their first record, “Sneakin’ Around”. As a result, fans demanded personal appearances at clubs and on TV. They appeared numerous times on CFTO’s popular teen program ‘After Four’. The Strato-Tones stayed together for over 5 years. Marty went into the booking business for about a year and a half before the formation of the “Oriental Mod Squad”. He had his goal set on Las Vegas and he made it. In 1970, that group played Caesars Palace. Also playing in Nero’s Nook (as the “Oriental Squad”) at the same time was Thelma Houston, while acts such as The 5th Dimension played the main lounge. In August of 1970, Marty and the Oriental Mod Squad made front page news by returning to Goderich for his sister, Lynda’s wedding. Since they were coming to Goderich, they were booked into The Pizza Patio (now The Candlelight). From that Goderich Signal-Star article: “The Pizza Patio was packed for the group’s week long stay. Parking lots overflowed, tables were as scarce as diamonds in a lily pond, even elbow room at the doors was at a premium.” As Ray Allin (Lynda’s husband and Marty’s brother-in-law) remembers, “The place was packed to the rafters.” From that same article: “We feel sure you will agree it’s always nice to hear about a hometown boy making good.”

If Marty thought he’d found success in life by this point, he would come to find his success had just begun. He met Karen Palmer, also a Goderich girl, daughter of Walter Palmer and Eileen Palmer in 1972 and on August 2, 1975 she officially joined him in his journey through life. Marty’s musical accomplishments were eclipsed by his phenomenal relationship with Karen. The pair had a very successful career with the Toronto-based accessories design firm behind the "Karen Palmer" label, which began under the direction of Karen in 1984. Marty had been international vice-president of one of North America’s largest booking agencies until he joined Karen in 1987. They had great success, being featured numerous times in publications such as Women’s Wear Daily in New York, Flare and Chatelaine. You could find “Karen Palmer” accessories in Holt Renfrew and upscale fashion boutiques throughout North America.
Right until the end, Karen was by his side. She was there as he peacefully slipped out of this life on October 24, 2009.

A funeral mass will be held at St. Peter's Church in Goderich on November 7, 2009 at 11 am. Refreshments and a celebration of his life will follow in the church hall.

The family would appreciate your help to establish The Marty Baechler Memorial Scholarship at the Goderich District Collegiate Institute. Donations can be made to the Avon Maitland District School Board, 62 Chalk St. N., Seaforth, On. N0K 1W0

Put together by Jacki Yovanoff
From articles in The Goderich Signal-Star and The London Free Press

Friday, October 30, 2009

Pumpkins and Dinosaurs

From a mini photoshoot at the Babytime Show today :)





Sunday, October 25, 2009

The world is bit dimmer

Martin David Baechler's shining light went out at 6:30am on Saturday, October 24, 2009 and the world a bit less bright now.
Uncle Marty was my mom's oldest brother. He had many, many lives. First born son. Cool older brother (the local paper even covered it when "he came home for his little sister's wedding"!). Musician (The Strato-Tones and The Oriental Mod Squad). Talent manager. Successful businessman. Loving husband. Amazing uncle (he even wore a Chuck E Cheeses shirt for us!). Anyone who knew Marty was better for it.

Since shortly after being diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma in 2001, he and his life partner, Karen, have been retired and making the most of their lives - summers spent at their condo in Oakville and wintering in Florida (where Karen's dad lives).

He was well enough to make the trip to Goderich this summer to see my brother, Jeremy wed his now-wife, Mary. It was a beautiful day.

The change from then until Thanksgiving was pretty dramatic, but I thank God he we were all together at Thanksgiving. All the cousins were there. All the aunts. All the uncles. Every single one of us was well enough to make it that day. No colds. No flus. No stomach bugs. Thank you for small blessings. Those are things that are truly important. Here is a picture of us together just two short weeks ago.
Jeremy and I went to Oakville on Thursday to help Karen put together some pictures for us all to remember Marty. We were able to see him and talk with him for a short while. Again, the change in two weeks was quite dramatic. I'm very glad we went. The last thing I said to him was, "We'll see you again before we go." Well... he was sleeping when we left, so we didn't see him again before we went. In fact, we didn't see him again. That was it.

I am happy that Marty will be at peace now. I am sad for all of us left behind.

Your light touched everyone that came in contact with you, Uncle Marty. My life was made better. Thank you for that.

Friday, October 9, 2009

The weather today is just awesome!...

... if you're a 5-year-old girl in rain boots!It was one of those moments as a parent (as a person) where you just let everything else go and. just. be.

I was walking with Alex from school to the car - over the asphalt, through the grass, onto the gravel trail, down the sidewalk and across the street - and it was raining. It had been raining all day. It was raining on the way there, too, but she walked beside me. Under the umbrella. No puddle jumping - at my request.

On the way FROM school, though, it was a different story. I walked under the umbrella, and I gave her the choice this time. She chose to relish the cold, damp weather and embrace the puddles :)

She listened very well and did not jump when anyone was near her. But when no one was within splashing distance? Oh my! Did she ever enjoy herself. The look on her face was sheer unadulterated bliss. She wasn't cold. She wasn't damp. She wasn't wet. She was HAPPY. And you know what? I wasn't cold. I wasn't damp. I wasn't wet. I was happy.

Thanks for that moment, Alex. It wouldn't have happened without you. Thanks for all the moments I get to just. be. because of you. It is an amazing gift to be able to see, taste, feel, hear, EXPERIENCE - in the true sense of the word - the world through children. And I have two amazing conduits.

Ok. This is just cool.


Piano stairs:

Monday, October 5, 2009

Invasion of the Body Snatchers, the Disney version


How is this for completely random? Jean-Paul talks in his sleep. Not a lot. Not all the time. Sometimes. Especially when he's overtired. He just came off a weekend with very little sleep. So, last night at 2:39 am he started to speak. In his sleep. Loudly. LIKE DONALD DUCK! WTF?! I have no idea what he said. He said one sentence. I thought he was done. Then Donald spoke again. Did I mention LOUDLY?! This prompted me to kick him and say, "Are you kidding me?". That stopped him from channeling Mickey's jealous partner. Zachary has always been a delayed waker. Meaning, if there is a loud(ish) noise, he doesn't wake right away. The repercussion happens with 5 minutes of the noise. Oh, and did I mention this duck was loud? Anyway, at 2:42 Zach woke up. Of course, I made Jean-Paul tend to him. (Not that he talks in his sleep on purpose, but I was pissed and cranky at this point). From 2:42 this morning until Jean-Paul woke up Zach at 8:00 by snoring then rolling over roughly, we had a Zach in our bed. The little bugger is cute, but not a great sleep partner. Those who share a bed with Zach will inevitably get a foot to the back, stomach or face at some point. Today I'm tired. So is Jean-Paul. I wonder who will appear in my bed tonight?...

And while I was searching for Donald pictures, I came across this? Huh?!

Monday, September 28, 2009

Retro replay

It's pretty cool to see these toys being played with again - thirtysome years later! I imagine this is pretty close to what Jeremy and I looked like while we were playing with these very same toys. (Which are now dangerous by today's standards! Pointy corners, choking-hazard little people, parts that can come off, magnets that can be swallowed... How did we all survive?!)

These toys are all at Grandma and Grandpa's place. And I want them to stay there. (Even though, of course, the kids want to bring them home). They have more meaning there. They stay special that way. They're a treat to play with. I want them to stay that way. Special.