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Harold was born in Tucumcari, New Mexico on April 18th, 1938. He was the youngest of 5 brothers and 3 sisters born to Gilbert and Teodorita “Tita” Martinez. The Martinez family moved to California in 1942 in the midst of World War II and eventually settled in Los Angeles. Harold began working at the age of eleven as a busboy/dishwasher at Cookie’s Café. By the time he was sixteen Harold was holding down two jobs, one at a service station and another at AB Boyd where he learned and honed his sales skills. He worked at Boyd for 20 years until he left and founded Able Industrial Products, the company that keeps virtually all of his children busy to this day. I first met Harold as a result of our involvement in the Latin Business Association. He and Gloria were both active members of that great organization. He served as a member of the Board of Directors of the LBA and chaired many of its committees. His beautiful wife Gloria served several terms as Treasurer of the organization.

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12 years ago

On this second anniversary of your passing, your memory lives on just as if you were here yesterday...Your energy and presence is still very much felt at the office... Thank you for everything.. I continue to be inspired by you.

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Gloria was born in 1963 on November 17 sharing that birthday with her mother Ruth Hilton. Gloria was the third child and first daughter to Lelon Sr. and Ruth Hilton. Gloria has two older brothers Lelon Jr and Robert, she also has a younger sister Diane. Gloria Attended Santa Rita High School and graduated in 1981. Gloria was married three times. She had been married to William (Bill), Wade, and Timothy Sr. She has five children Lindsey, Marcus, Erich, Tiffany and April. Gloria also has six grandchildren. Gloria loved all of her family and extended family. She always gave everyone a chance. And she made everyone around her so very happy.

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Gloria was born in 1963 on November 17 sharing that birthday with her mother Ruth Hilton. Gloria was the third child and first daughter to Lelon Sr. and Ruth Hilton. Gloria has two older brothers Lelon Jr and Robert, she also has a younger sister Diane. Gloria Attended Santa Rita High School and graduated in 1981. Gloria was married three times. She had been married to William (Bill), Wade, and Timothy Sr. She has five children Lindsey, Marcus, Erich, Tiffany and April. Gloria also has six grandchildren. Gloria loved all of her family and extended family. She always gave everyone a chance. And she made everyone around her so very happy.

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On this second anniversary of your passing, your memory lives on just as if you were here yesterday...Your energy and presence is still very much felt at the office... Thank you for everything.. I continue to be inspired by you.

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I am a medium I have seen Harold today in a vision I would like to talk about this with a person related to this man, I mean no disrespect at all and would just like to relay info to the family thank you Amanda

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On this second anniversary of your passing, your memory lives on just as if you were here yesterday...Your energy and presence is still very much felt at the office... Thank you for everything.. I continue to be inspired by you. ♥♥♥

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14 years ago

CHRISTIAN— Tonight we stand before you as Harold’s 14 grandchildren. ANDREAS— We are here to share with you how much our Grandpa meant to us and how he has impacted each of our lives. Each of us are proud to say he has left an everlasting and loving impression on us all. CRISTINA G— From some of our simplest memories of grandpa always being in a good mood, trying to slip us money when grandma wasn’t looking, to making sure the front door was always locked, we will remember him as a good man who loved us unconditionally, even if we were adopted into the family. BIANCA— Some of our fondest memories of him have been at his house around the holidays when the whole family would get together. Every year our entire family would cram into Grandma and Grandpa’s living room so that we could see his BIG surprise gift for Grandma, even though we always knew it was him who was so excited! He always liked seeing his entire family get together around the holidays especially when it was time to say grace. ASHLEY— In his final days, we had many conversations of people who were good to him. He talked about his employees and the relationship he had with different people along the years. In reflection of what he was saying, I realized it was his lesson on compassion and the way he treated others. Grandpa was an employer who wanted to know on a personal level the people who worked for him. He invested in them with the hopes they would invest in him and share the same work ethic. This explains the level of respect he had by those in his community, church, and business organizations. When it was near the end of his life, he was saddened by the realization of hospice. He felt that it was the beginning to the end and although we cried together, he was still able put life into perspective for me. It was the closing of a chapter to a life well lived. He was fortunate to have traveled the world and see the many wonders and beauties it has to offer…. many of which most of us will never get to experience. He has met dignitaries, diplomats, even U.S. presidents. He’s written many letters and lobbied to get his concerns heard with hopes of change, and has been honored with awards that mark the man he was working to be. Although my grandpa felt his dying was the end of his life he was simply laying a foundation for us to follow and strive for. Thank You Grandpa. JOEY— Grandpa and grandma have been at every mile stone in each of their grandchildren’s lives, from high school & college graduations to sporting events, recitals, weddings and the birth of their great grandchildren he was a grandpa who was full of pride. And although we thanked him for coming to our functions it is not until now do we realize the absence we will have for times to come. Thanks grandpa for always being there. JR— For his grandchildren the most important lesson he wanted us to learn was the value of family. To know that the institution of family was the foundation that made us who we are and where we were going in life. Our grandpa prided himself in being a Martinez and the known fact that he had worked hard and earned everything in his life. My grandpa wanted us to learn the value of the dollar and appreciate what we had. He taught us that no matter how much money we had, we weren’t going to be successful without our family. Thank you Grandpa. COURTNEY— My grandpa was a man with a limited education… and based on his failures and successes in life he pushed us to educate ourselves. It was his encouragement that always motivated us to do more with our selves and further our education. His intention all his life was to encourage those he believed in… to do what they set out for… he would say “simply finish and better yourself”. And although we didn’t all commit to the family business, he undeniably still supported our hopes and dreams. As long as we knew that we were ABLE to do anything as long as we had the ganas, the desire, he was content. Thank you Grandpa. ANDREW— If you knew my grandpa he had a couple favorite clichés that as kids we never could figure out, but now sharing with others only makes us smile. If we were at his house and we asked him a question, he stressed a …Who Knows!!! And if we were leaving he always yelled… What’s The Hurry!!! In reflecting on who our grandpa was, it was important that we mention the things that gave us a laugh. We were always so excited when he was going to see a man about a dog, but then he never came back with the dog. So Grandma….I think its time you get us a dog. SEAN— As Harold’s grandchildren we’re very fortunate, better than our parents, we had our grandparents as mentors who modeled what we were suppose to become in every aspect of our lives. His generosity and eagerness to help people, even though he barely knew them was phenomenal. Our grandpa had a heart of gold. He was the kind of man that would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it and then ask, "What else can I do?". He never asked for anything in return...... other than for you to be true to yourself, honest and respectful to the people around you and most of all for you to go to church..!!! It is for your lesson in generosity grandpa that I thank you. Christina— My grandpa loved my grandma. My mijita de mi Corazon, he would say. They were inseparable companions who were best friends and undoubtedly an example of what true love should be. Although my grandma was not big on dancing it would light up my grandpa’s face to get her to dance. Everything he did, he did for my grandma and for the rest of his family. There were many days we found him washing the dishes and when we asked why he was doing so, he said because he didn’t want grandma to mess up her nails. His main goal in life was not the success of his business but rather making Gloria happy. Spoiling her wasn’t enough; “she deserved nothing but the best”, he would say. They went from rags to riches together and in the end they were richest in love. Aside from an every so often “darn it GLORIA”, grandpa always tried to model a relationship based on sole love. Thank you grandpa for teaching us love. Noelle— Grandpa was a man of his word. His integrity shined thru his character while his presence was definitely made known in a room. He was always introducing himself as Harold Martinez as if you were supposed to know who he was. He was a man who was passionate about his beliefs but always had time for a few jokes. He was a great leader who was the foundation of our family and a pillar in his Latino community. His lessons in life have taught us the type of person we want to be. Please help us celebrate a man who was a loving husband, devoted father, grandfather, and great grandfather. Thank you grandpa for being our strength. Robert — Before I start… I want to once again thank you all being here tonight to share your condolences with my grandmother and our family. One very important person who was not able to be with us tonight was my brother Nicholas. He is currently off serving in our US Armed Forces and was not able to break away from his training… but he would have liked to have been here with us tonight… My cousins have described my grandfather in a true depiction of who was and his intentions in life. I’m confident that the people sitting and standing before me tonight in this beautiful church were my grandparents first got married are well aware of the generous, loving, and committed man he lived to be. Being the first grandchild, I had a unique opportunity to grow up with him, and he embraced and treated me as if I was his own son. Our talks will always be cherished, while his advice will never be forgotten. This brings me to MY fondest memory of my grandfather… And that he was what a great mentor he was… The dictionary defines mentor as: A Wise and Trusted Counselor or Teacher, an Influential Senior Sponsor or Supporter. This was my Grandfather… The best example I can give you, is that in life I’m sure at one point or another we’ve all had a fall. Whether it be in Love, Business, Legal, or Financial, he was always there to pick you up. But my grandfather wouldn’t just pat you on your back and send you on your way. Instead he would sit there with you and together the two of you would figure out and understand why it was you fell, and again together come up with a plan to make sure you didn’t fall again. I don’t mind saying I was one of those people he mentored… in fact I’m proud and feel privileged to be one of the lucky few. And those like me know we are all better, smarter people today because of him. As my cousins and I have been coming up here to speak to all of you, you may have noticed we’ve been slipping these 10 of diamond cards on his casket. My grandfather had a fondness for playing cards. He was a 3 Card Poker player when he went to Vegas, a gin rummy player when his friends came to visit, and a card game many may not be familiar with called Casino, he played with his family… Now there are many ways to acquire points while playing this game but the 10 of diamonds was worth the most… And if you ever got a chance to play this game with him, he was relentless at trying to acquire this card. Grandpa, we just want you to know that we will always Love You and you’ll always be the 10 of diamonds in our hearts… Harold Martinez was and Angel, a Statesman, he was a Legend… To me, he was my Friend, my Mentor; Harold Martinez was my Grandfather… I Love You Grandpa.!!!

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Ruben Jauregui
14 years ago

Harold was born in Tucumcari, New Mexico on April 18th, 1938. He was the youngest of 5 brothers and 3 sisters born to Gilbert and Teodorita “Tita” Martinez. The Martinez family moved to California in 1942 in the midst of World War II and eventually settled in Los Angeles. Harold began working at the age of eleven as a busboy/dishwasher at Cookie’s Café. By the time he was sixteen Harold was holding down two jobs, one at a service station and another at AB Boyd where he learned and honed his sales skills. He worked at Boyd for 20 years until he left and founded Able Industrial Products, the company that keeps virtually all of his children busy to this day. I first met Harold as a result of our involvement in the Latin Business Association. He and Gloria were both active members of that great organization. He served as a member of the Board of Directors of the LBA and chaired many of its committees. His beautiful wife Gloria served several terms as Treasurer of the organization. In 1985, after many years of service to the organization, Harold was elected President of the Board of Directors by the LBA’s members. Not only was Harold enthusiastic about becoming President but he loved being at the helm of this young, growing and vibrant organization. He was leading the LBA when it was still trying to find its way and so he helped mold its image, its purpose and its importance to Latino owned businesses in California and throughout the country. Under his leadership the LBA became more closely identified as an advocate that wasn’t afraid to speak out whenever Corporate America wasn’t giving LBA members and other Latino business owners a fair shake. His shoot from the hip style created some tense moments but his unrelenting honesty and truthfulness ultimately won the hearts of the major corporations and governmental agencies we were all trying to do business with. That same style endeared him to Latino business owners everywhere, especially among the LBA’s members. He taught everyone a new language of business through such phrases as: “What’s happening?”, “Off the record.” and the ever famous, “I kid you not.” “I kid you not.” he would say whenever he wanted to place emphasis on some story he’d just finished telling you. Harold Martinez had just returned from a trip to China during which he had led a group of members of the Latin Business Association on its first ever trade mission there. That was February of 1985 and only weeks before that he had been sworn into office by District Attorney, John Van de Kamp as President of the then renowned “LBA”. In this instance he was using the phrase to emphasize the friendliness and extraordinary hospitality that had been heaped upon the LBA delegates during their stay in China as he addressed the overflow crowd in attendance at the LBA’s annual Awards Banquet at the Biltmore Hotel in Los Angeles. During the trip he had invited the delegation’s hosts to visit the United States and become acquainted with the Latino business community of greater Los Angeles. What Harold had not anticipated was that the Chinese would not only accept but that they would fly back to the United States with him and the rest of the delegates on their return trip. As a member of the board of directors, I was serving as the LBA’s First Vice-President at the time and had been busily working to help plan and organize the impending Awards Banquet when we received word from the delegation that we had to quickly organize a series of events in order to introduce our arriving guests to the Latino business community, to our friends in Corporate America and to various elected officials. Ultimately the Chinese delegation attended the Awards Banquet itself and its members were able to hear Harold’s words of thanks, the praises he had for the warmth with which the LBA’s delegates had been received in China, and the excellent attention and hospitality they had received as well. The initial decision by Harold to accept the invitation from the Chinese was testament to his sagacious quality. He had discerned that there was a great potential in the establishment of a relationship between the LBA and business persons and government officials in China that would eventually lead to beneficial relationships for the LBA’s members and many other Latino business owners over the long term. Indeed his pioneering spirit has spurred many business relationships between us and the Chinese since that initial visit in 1985. Early in his Presidency Harold took on then Los Angeles Mayor Tom Bradley for Tom’s unwillingness to cross a picket line in order to attend the LBA’s 1985 Awards Banquet, proving once again that our members and what the organization stood for were foremost on Harold’s agenda, the mayor (or any other elected official) notwithstanding. Several years after his one year term as President of the LBA, Harold was drafted by a contingent of LBA members to run for the office of President. That election was closely contested but he was once again elected and served two more terms as the LBA’s President in 1990 and 1991. Latino businesses in Los Angeles and throughout California and the country owe him a great debt of gratitude for his leadership, excellent advocacy, commitment and dedication. The passing of Harold Martinez from death to new life has left a great void for his family, the Latino community and mankind in general. Harold was unique among men. He was extraordinarily honest and straight-forward in dealing with people and challenges. Even when using one of his favorite sayings, “Off the record.” he never spoke negatively about anyone. He invariably placed the well being of others above his own. Even in his final days he would ask confidants and family members “How are going to help so and so?” He was well aware of his condition and yet even in his final hours he was trying to help someone else. Harold always liked to make sure that conversations involving others were communicated to those “others” quickly and directly. So if you were on the phone with Harold discussing a situation involving a third party you could expect that he would suddenly interrupt the conversation by asking you to please hold the line and within moments you’d find yourself engaged in a three-way conversation that now included the person you had just been discussing with Him. His devotion to his wife Gloria of almost 54 years and to his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren was beautiful to watch. He was all about love. Harold treated everyone with dignity and respect. Life tends to condition most of us into anticipating great moments but it is the smaller moments that usually count. Harold was a series of moments of joy, laughter, kidding, love and excitement all contributing to his greatness as a man, husband, father and friend. Many of us may not be able to always remember exactly what he did or said but we will always remember how he made us feel. Ruben Jauregui

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15 years ago

My Father, My Daddy It was the late afternoon of January 8th at about ten minutes before 5:00pm, my brothers and sisters with the rest of our extended family started to gather around my father in the Family Room of his home on Country Knoll Place. My sister, Debbie, started to lead us in praying the Rosary. There appeared to be a glow coming from my father and a slight scent of incense filled the air. My sister Rose, whispered in my father’s ear, “Dad, your wife, children, brother and sisters are here and you can go now.” As we started praying the first glorious mystery leg of the rosary, my father lifted his head, opened his eyes to see the family surrounding him. He put his head down, closed his eyes, and took his last breath. He left all of us at 5:00pm that evening. These were the last few moments of my father’s life, but it showed his everlasting love he had for his family to make sure his family was safe before he entered the Gates of Heaven. From the Gospel of Luke, Jesus said, “When you have done all you are ordered to do, say, ‘I am worthless servant who has done no more than his duty.’ “My father wears a sense of nobility and an ability to do the right thing, not out of personal gain, fear, or guilt but because it is his duty.” This passage signifies my Father’s Life. It was never about him. He lived his life for his wife, Gloria, his children, Harold, Debbie, Rosemarie, Gilbert and Connie; his grandchildren Robert, Noelle, Christina V., Sean, Nicholas, Andrew, Courtney, Harold III, Joey, Ashley, Bianca, Christina G. Andreas, and Christian; his great-grandchildren Dillon, Brent, Anthony, Nadia, Marijane, and Madison. Plus the countless extended family, friends, and business associates. Here is an example of my Father’s Drive to help his family, in his own words, “I blame the war for having to work, etc. But at the same time, I do not want to be a hypocrite. I loved being in the slots I was put into. I loved having to get what needed to be done. I was only four and a half when we moved to the Projects, and by Five and a half I was selling papers, at six; I was shining shoes, eight: cutting grass. From nine to twelve, I was back in the corner selling papers, plus the paper route. Wages were from anywhere from 25 cents to 60 cents, depending on the amount of papers sold. Lots of people felt sorry for me, thinking I was holding them for someone else. And they would give me a dime and there would be three cents coming and they would say, “Keep the change, keep the change. I gave my mother all the money except the tips. My elder brothers, Nick and Edmundo, picked on me , saying I had more money, which I did, so I hid the money and what have you. I would hide it in the corner where I sold papers under a rock. Periodically, I had to go to the corner and change all the coins to dollars. And then I had to figure out a way for the dollars not to fly away. I would get a good size rock, dig a hole, bury it and then put another rock on top of that. Come Christmas Time, I would use that money to buy my parents and sisters gifts.” Christmas was always a special time for my Father. No matter how difficult the times were for our family in our younger days. My father always made it a very special time for all of us. Driving to Grandma Tita’s House on Christmas Eve, followed by a special Christmas Morning at our home on Sichel Street, Fulton Avenue, Marvene Drive or Country Knoll Place was always special. We would then trek down to 8th and Dacotah Street, Grandma Sara’s Home. I still can’t figure out how all the entire Farfan Family plus Christmas Gifts fit into that house! My father did all he could in his life to lead a spiritual life for all of us. Encouraging us to attend Mass every Sunday, seeing we performed all our Sacraments, and setting an example of providing monetary support to the church. My father, along with my mother, would attend every family event, from Birthday Parties, to Graduations, marriages, and other special occasions, like school plays, recitals, and sporting events. Neither time nor distance would deter my parents on supporting their family and extended family every chance they had. My father started Able Industrial Products in 1974 to help bring his family together on a more day-to-day basis. My sister, Debbie, right out of High School, was the first employee of Able Industrial Products, where she continues to work today. Gilbert soon joined the company working summers and after school, before joining my father Full-Time after getting his degree from Chapman, Connie joined my father’s company after she finished Community College, Rose and I continued to work in our respective careers, but worked part-time supporting Able Industrial Products, whenever we could. Yes, my father is physically gone – but his heartfelt presence, his spirit is not gone. His soul is not gone and lives in each of our memories forever . . . we struggle with his death because we thing it’s the end. But he is free now. He is spiritually vibrant and healthy in the company of our father, Jesus Christ. He is not there in that casket . . . he is everywhere watching over us. You only have to close your eyes to feel his presence. You only have to look around at all of us here in this church to see his legacy. He is not there in that casket . . . He is here with all of us forever in our hearts, our minds and our shared memories. He lives forever through us, his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, family and friends. I would like to end with an imaginary thought: Please all of you close your eyes and imagine. Picture all of us at the bank of a large lake. See us all standing together looking out at the water. We can see my dad, Harold alone on a small boat – he is floating away from us heading into a fog. As he floats away he is looking back at us over his shoulder – he can see us, we are crying, sad and slowly waving to him. He can hear us saying our personal “good byes.” “We will miss you.” “Why did you have to go?” Soon he disappears from us. He slowly fades into the fog disapprearing from us. Now, picture him coming out of the fog on the other side . . . My Father can no longer see us, but he can now see the other shore line. There are several people there and he can see that they are all eagerly waving, cheering, excited as he gets closer to heaven he can recognize faces, he can feel their energy as he is mobbed and hugged and welcomed into his eternal home . . . it’s Grandma Tita, Grandpa Gilbert, His Brothers Facho, Nicky, and Freddie, His Nephews Nicky Jr., Anton, Willie Jr, and Brent, his Father-in-law Juan, His Brothers in Law Ponchy, Pablo, and Mario, Sister-in-law Beatrice and all who went before him. Now, he can hear them all saying “welcome home . . . we’ve been waiting for you.” “We love you.” Open your eyes, My Father, Harold, has joined our celestial heavenly family, playing cards, and looking after us.

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Rosemarie Saldivar
15 years ago

Thursday was the worst day of my life; I just lost my dad, someone that I love so much. My dad and I talked a lot about his illness and what was to be expected. Earlier on, when we were alone, he’d say confidentially, (don’t tell your mother) BUT what do you think? I’d say dad you’re a fighter and you will beat this disease as long as you can. Towards the end he would tell me, confidentially, (don’t tell your mother) but I’m tired. During his last hospitalization he ask me to jot a few thing down. I apologize if this doesn’t make sense, but he hard a hard time talking and would paraphrase a lot and I interjected with a lot of words for him To Harold my son – I can’t believe your so smart, me having someone so intelligent, made me so proud – good husband good father I love you To Connie, my mijita the Corazon, (he paused to remind me that Debbie and I were his too), your smart too, but I loved that you and I always had a good time. You made me smile and laugh. I’m proud that you brought Christina into our lives. I love you To Debbie, my advisor, you always knew what I wanted and needed to say. You hold nothing back and always told me when you didn’t agree with me. To Gilbert- My strength – right or wrong you always listen to me and new how important I felt about things. Your loyalty and dedication to me and Able meant more to me than you can imagine. To Rosemarie – My special angel – I appreciate that you always were on me to take care of myself. I thank you and the girls for being there for me during my illness. My grandchildren – Strive for the stars and be respectful of your parents. They love you very much My one and only – You are my heart and soul. My rock, My love, My best friend My dad asked me to see the Bucket List He liked the message and wanted everyone to know that’s how he felt. So I’d like to read an excerpt from it Difficult to understand the sum of someone’s life, Some may say its measured by the amount of people left behind. Some believe it can be measured in faith Some say love While others say you should measure your life against yours Harold died in January, it was a Thursday in the afternoon and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. He was 70 yrs old. I was with my dad on his last day, and even now I can’t claim to understand a measure of a life. I know that when he died his eyes were closed and his heart was open and he was surrounded by all his family. I’m pretty sure he will be happy with his final resting place. A piece of our heart is gone and will never be replaced. The phrase that we are use to saying “I’m sorry for your loss, as we know it, now doesn’t offer much. My dad left us way too early, but getting this horrible disease taught him how precious life was. As long as I’ve known my dad, he lived the life to the fullest each day. All the qualities that define him, his tenaciousness, his deep sense of loyalty to everyone in this room, his courage to know what was right and live by those values set him apart from the rest. Were going to miss him

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