Memories of Marlin August Maifeld

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Marlin August Maifeld

Des Moines, WA

June 25, 1945 - October 8, 2025

Jun 25, 1945 - Oct 8, 2025

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Mike Mumford

Very saddened to hear about Marlin's passing. "Maif" and I were were good friends, along with others, when stationed together at Loring Air Force Base from 1964 to 1967. Lots of laughs, good times; wonderful memories that serve me today.

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Chris Maifeld

Thank you Mike, If you know any other of my father's friends, please send them to this website. Warm Regards,... Read more Thank you Mike, If you know any other of my father's friends, please send them to this website. Warm Regards,
Chris Thank you Mike, If you know any other of my father's... Read more

Chris Maifeld

The Highwayman

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Chris Maifeld

The Gambler by Kenny Rogers

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Chris Maifeld

Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep... Read more Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
'Cause every hand's... Read more Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
... Read more

Chris Maifeld

The Highwayman by the Highwaymen

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Chris Maifeld

I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of 25
But I am still alive
I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still
I was a dam builder
Across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around
I'll always be around, and around and around and around and around
I'll fly a starship
Across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
Or I may simply be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again
And again and again and again and again and again and again

I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid... Read more I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to ... Read more I was a highwayman
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Chris Maifeld

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.   
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.   
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,   
And the highwayman came riding—
         Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,   
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh.   
And he rode with a jewelled twinkle,
         His pistol butts a-twinkle,
His rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard.
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred.   
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there   
But the landlord’s black-eyed daughter,
         Bess, the landlord’s daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

And dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim the ostler listened. His face was white and peaked.   
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,   
But he loved the landlord’s daughter,
         The landlord’s red-lipped daughter.
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say—

“One kiss, my bonny sweetheart, I’m after a prize to-night,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light;
Yet, if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,   
Then look for me by moonlight,
         Watch for me by moonlight,
I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way.”

He rose upright in the stirrups. He scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement. His face burnt like a brand
As the black cascade of perfume came tumbling over his breast;   
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight,
         (O, sweet black waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon ... Read more The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
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Chris Maifeld

1975, Buena Park, CA, USA

I was going to a fishing tournament with the Indian Guides when I was 5 years old. My dad took me to the local K Mart and got the cheapest fishing rod on offer. We then went to the the grocery store and got a dozen doughnuts and a box of Velveeta cheese. We got to the lake and I saw the other kids there with the fancy tackle boxes, the flashy silver lures and rods ten times the cost of my K Mart special. I was thinking my dad was being mean to me. He patiently had me set up the rod and put an ball of Velveeta on the hook. After waiting about 1 minute I said "It isn't working!" and went into the camper to pout and eat a doughnut. After no less and two to three minutes my friend yelled out, "Hey Chris! You got one!!!!" After running back to the lake and excitedly reeling in the catch I thought, "Hmmmm maybe my dad is on to something, I just made the first catch of the day before all 100 or so kids on this lake." By the end of the day, I had the trophy for the most fish, the trophy for the largest fish, the trophy for the smallest fish and I also won the raffle and had a brand new sleeping bag! I learned a valuable lesson for my dad which is that it takes smarts to win and that the most expensive solution is not always the best one. I love you dad!

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