Letter: C.F. Martin Stories

by Frederick C. Lyman, Jr.

Originally published in American Lutherie #93, 2008

 

Dear Tim, Deb, and Bon,

Your recent article about Chris Martin interested me because I used to hang out at the Martin company when I was just getting started. They had a celebrated scrap pile which was a great source of less-than-perfect wood (but not by much — they had very high standards). I learned a lot from their designer at the time, John Huber. He knew a lot and served as a public relations person to deal with the constant stream of admiring visitors, like me.

In those days their old original factory was used mostly for storage. The three stories were laden with wonderful highly figured rosewood blanks. One day in 1972 they just said “OK, come and get it. We need the space.” People came and literally trucked it all away. The hard part was schlepping it down the stairs.

About that same time the Bethlehem, Pennsylvania Classic Guitar Society sponsored a classic guitar recital by Oscar Ghiglia at Muhlenberg College. I sat there with a name tag on my lapel, and in the next seat was an elderly gentleman. It was clear that he had been partaking of fine vintages with his dinner. He looked at my name tag and his own and he just could not get over the similarity. “You are Frederick C. Lyman and I am C. Frederick Martin!” He said this over and over, as if dumbstruck, unable to articulate the coincidence.

The one lesson I should have taken away from C.F. Martin, but didn’t, was to place paramount importance on dust control and removal. They knew that sooner or later everyone who breathes that stuff gets sick.

As always, congratulations on the quality and consistency of American Lutherie magazine.