Dwight Robert Maylin

Obituary
  • "The last time I saw Dwight, his sister Cathey brought him..."
    - Kenneth Farrington
  • "Lynn and family: It has been many years, but I still..."
    - Alice Wilkins
  • "I always loved hearing your jokes and stories of boating..."
  • "Lynn and family, So sorry to hear of Dwight's passing. Dave..."
    - Jim Barnard
  • "Oh yes, I fondly remember when...many rides in the 57 Ford,..."
    - Orland

AUGUSTA - On Oct. 27, 2018, Dwight Robert Maylin, 74, of Augusta, Maine, passed away peacefully listening to George Jones with his children and best friend beside him.

Before Alzheimer's came along and so rudely inserted itself into his life, Dad was anything but boring. And let's be honest … He wasn't very boring afterwards either. Dad was somewhat of a nonconformist, very entertaining, and a little rough around the edges, so it is only right that his obituary would be as well.

Dad was born on March 9, 1944 in Augusta, Maine, to Virginia Farrington. When Dad was young, Virginia married Lawrence Maylin who subsequently adopted Dad and loved him dearly. Larry was a hard working mechanic who was apt to have a car engine torn apart on his kitchen floor, so it is safe to assume he had some influence in the way Dad turned out. Dad was predeceased by both parents as well as a younger half-brother who died during infancy.

Dad attended school in Manchester but left early to enter the workforce.  Just a teenager, he worked hard and bought himself a '57 Ford Custom 300, two-door. He "souped it up", rigged the transmission to shift in the opposite direction, and spent the rest of his paychecks replacing burnt off tires. With his curly black hair, white t-shirt, engineer boots, jeans, and his belt buckle on the side, he caught the eye of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl named Lynn Pelletier who married him because "he had a hot car". No telling what became of that old Ford, but amongst Dad's things was an old, worn piece of yellow paper. Dad had kept the registration to that car for 56 years.

Then, son, Jeff, and daughter, Janis, came along. Except for the few times when he courageously took out a bank loan to purchase a car he knew his wife wouldn't approve of without asking first (which included a '48 Buick and a limousine for personal use), his daily driver soon became a station wagon with a trailer hitch.

Dad worked hard to support his young family. He also managed to spend plenty of time running up and down the Kennebec River in his old fiberglass Starcraft, hauled behind a Yugo. Yes, a Yugo. He sank his previous boat, under circumstances which aren't exactly clear and it never ran quite right after that. He instilled in his children his love of boating, probably because neither happened to be present when the first boat sank. Which is miraculous, as Dad rarely went anywhere besides work without them.

He made the mistake from time to time of trying to entertain both Jeff and Janis at once. He let them ride in a trailer behind the car up and down the dirt road at Jaime's Pond, hauled them in sleds behind the snowmobile, built them an ice skating rink in the back yard, played guitar for them, and installed a swimming pool. Still, they fought continuously and somehow Dad never strangled either of them.

Dad and Mom divorced after 22 years, eventually overcame their differences and spent the next two decades socializing often, helping one another, celebrating milestones and holidays together, and teasing one another. Dad often kidded: "I divorced her a hundred years ago and she's still telling me what to do!"

Then Grandson Jeffrey arrived. Two peas in a pod, they spent days upon days fishing, exploring, roller skating, bargain hunting, and running on "Jeffrey and Dwight Time". When Jeffrey started driving, Dad was a frequent passenger and loved to provide exaggerated reports about rides where Jeffrey "drove around the rotary right up on two wheels", or "took out three mailboxes". With each repetition of the story, the speed and number of mailboxes hilariously increased. The truth about these trips may never come to light, but Dad never hesitated to get in the car with his grandson and drive to parts unknown.

At no time in his life was Dad a disciplinarian. He didn't worry too much over supervision and he wasn't overly concerned about following laws either. His children and grandson, Jeffrey, figured these things out early and engaged in plenty of mischief under Dad's watch. Now and again the cops showed up.

Always a fan of teasing and lively banter, not many summers ago, Mom and Dad were at a lawn sale where chickens and roosters roamed the yard. Several other people were close by as a downright homely rooster passed by. Dad said: "My God, that looks just like my ex-wife". Mom responded with two words which made her identity as his ex-wife quite clear to the already laughing crowd. Of course, this made Dad's audience laugh even harder and longer, just the way he had planned it.

Retirement came and Dad bought himself a motorcycle to ride alongside his daughter. Despite her pleadings, he promptly decorated it with lights which were quite tacky by most standards (much like the artificial trees "planted" in his yard). Together they logged thousands of miles, many of which Dad spent challenging her to race.

A jack of all trades and never content to sit idle, Dad very much enjoyed working on projects around his house, and helping others with theirs.  Notorious for being late, my father could do anything except tell time.

In 2015, Dad moved to MaineGeneral Long Term Care at Glenridge, and promptly landed himself the best looking gal in the whole place. 

Burial and an informal celebration of life will take place at the family's convenience. Dad leaves behind the following: Son, Jeff Maylin of West Gardiner; daughter, Janis Maylin of Augusta; grandson, Jeffrey Maylin of Hallowell; grandson, Jonathan Maylin of West Gardiner; ex-wife, Lynn Maylin of Hallowell; half-sister, Cathey Swan of North Carolina; best friend of over 40 years, Ed Maddox of Chelsea; and of course, beautiful Jean of Glenridge.

To Alzheimer's on behalf of Dad and those who loved him: Eff you and the horse you rode in on.

Arrangements are in the care of Knowlton and Hewins Funeral Home and Cremation Care, One Church Street, Augusta. Memories, condolences, photos, and videos may be shared with the family on the obituary page of our website at www.familyfirstfuneralhomes.com

Anyone wishing to share memories of Dad with the family is welcomed to send them to: Janis Maylin, P.O. Box 582, Augusta, ME 04332

 

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Published in Central Maine on Oct. 31, 2018