Martin Lynn Whittington aka Marty

Martin Lynn Whittington aka Marty, Father, Brother, Grandpa and 70s wild child, departed this world in Draper, Utah, May 22, 2025.  Born May 24, 1960. Salt Lake City, Utah to the parents of Ada Marie Whittington and Maynard Lynn Whittington.

Formerly married to June Whitington.

Survived by siblings, Daniel Whittington, Sarita Whittington, Jeremy James Whittington.

Preceded by daughter Crysta Whittington and survived by daughters Andrea Whittington Barrett and Melissa Ann Jakeman. Grandchildren, Shaydee Whittington, Alexa Barrett, Kymbrielle Lindsay, Damon Lindsay, Austin Jakeman, Lalea Walker, Kaleo Walker, Great grandchildren Jervonte KeSean Dickson and a baby girl name unknown.

A private family gathering as was held in his honor. Many stories and memories were shared.

A Tribute from Marty’s family.

“Marty, the things I will always remember about you most, is you love of all things, water skiing, surfing, (and) ponds. Thank you for taking us with you every once in a while, to enjoy the water with you.
-Angie-“ (Sister-in-law)

“Even though you were a pain, I will always remember the boat rides and the time you made a stick into a horse for me.
-Ellie” (Granddaughter)

"Thanks for always making sure I always checked my oil
-Shaydee” (Grand Daughter)

“Marty was my friend since I was 12 yrs. old (in) ’79. He gave me my first beer haha. He often told me that his girls and later his grandchildren were a Godsend to him and his family is what he cherished most.
Kevin Wolf” (Brother-in-law)

“You were my first male figure. We always got into trouble and you my life. So amazing. I am always able to call you and just talk. I loved him (you) and I’m going to miss you dearly. He gave me two daughters and my best friend. I love you Marty. Until we meet again.
Edward-“ (Son-in-law)

“Marty will be surely missed. He had the funniest laugh. See you sometime.
Shelli” (Sister-in-law)

“Uncle Marty,
Thank you for always having us over to swim when we were kids in the summer time. I will also always remember going to the lake in your boat & learning to wakeboard. Until we meet again.
-Love Bryson-” (Nephew)

“Uncle Marty, 
You are the best uncle ever. I remember when you were backing the boat into the driveway and June was yelling stop, stop, stop and I was laughing. Don’t know if you remember me but I remember you.
Aspen.” (Niece)

“Grandpa Marty
I love that your always called me precious and I always liked that and I remember when you said “Coke and a smile.” I still do that till today. Love you Grandpa.
Alexa” (Granddaughter)

“Marty,
You were a good man. Have a great time in spirit!
Steve Schmidt.” (Nephew)

“Thank you for so many memories growing up and teaching me everything I know today. You were an amazing Dad
Andrea.” (Daughter)

“My brother will be sorely missed, Aways there with his jokes good and bad, I will miss you.
Jeremy James Whittington." (Brother)

“I’ll always(s) remember the goofiness of uncle Marty growing up and the careless way of seeing reality
Landon” (Nephew)

My favorite memory of Marty is from when we went to Denver for the Broncos vs. Patriots game. We all went to Hard Rock Café for breakfast. His sausage wasn’t cook(ed) well done and He told all of us not to eat our sausage because it wasn’t cook(ed) all the way and we were going to get worms in our booty.
Taylor Wolf” (Niece)

“Marty;
They say opposites attract and boy did we LOL :). We had many good times and hard times, which comes with all relationships. Thanks for always providing us a very comfortable life, nice home, boating, camping, skiing and family get togethers. Although we went our separate ways, are hearts will forever be together. Our children and grandchildren, will forever be our, connection.
Love June.” (Wife of 41 years)

To my little brother, Marty Farty;
We had a lot of fun over the years. From GI joes, playing trucks, chasing after girls and getting into trouble. I could always count on you to jump in on any of my bad ideas and run with it! We had fun boating, camping and roasting sausages by the fire. Over the years I enjoyed your family and watching them grow from toddlers to adults.
When Crysta died, it took a part of you away that no man should ever feel.
Growing up, we had some pretty rough times, as well. To many times, family issues clouded our journey and separated us They happened when we needed each other most.
You were my best friend. My partner in crime.
One of my favorite memory’s is when we opened up the farmers ditch and flooded the whole field (an area, which is now I-215 and about 20th east) and created a huge lake. People still talk about that today. That field is where we spent many, many hours riding bikes, building jumps, exploring life.
It’s amazing we made it to adult hood.
Dad taught us kids to hunt, fish and work on cars. How to fire a shot gun without hurting our shoulders. Eat rabbit, off-roading, how to drive and a little about life.
The day you brough home that ‘69 GTO and asked me to detune it, was crazy. It didn’t really seem to help, tame it. That thing was crazy fast! Picking you up from jail at 3:30 in the morning, because you were running form the cops, was classic Marty.
When grandma had that dang horse in Nephi, that wouldn’t take a bit, was especially memorable. I remember him ducking and dumping you off at the fence. Made me chuckle. Like only a sibling could. Since it never happened to me. I felt like the king of horses.
Moab was a lot of fun. Hanging with Chuck and Charlie was outrageous. One time in particular, the three of us, Chuck, myself and you in the middle on their horse riding bare back. Chuck thought it would be funny to make the horse run at full gallop and have us bounce off the back. That is up until, I became wise and held on to his belt loops for dear life. I dragged all of us to the ground. It was a long walk back, picking dirt outta of our hair and skin, but we had a good laugh.
I remember Chuck and Charlie taking us down the Uranium mines and turning off the lights making it pitch black and trying and scare us. We were wise to that and held our ground never showing any fear. It was kind of a competition to see who was tougher. The city boys or the Moab country boys!
We teased the living hell outta Sarita. In particular, on a road trip we were able to make her laugh her ass off. When she stopped laughing, we knew we had succeeded. She had peed her pants in the ‘68 Ford T-Bird, dad had and which beautiful black leather seats. Dad was not too happy with us that day.
Solem days were also a part of our early life. Like the time when Dad was in that motorcycle accident at Strawberry Reservoir and ended up in intensive care. He was a changed man after that. Said he had a visit from his guardian angel.
Soon after that, our littlest brother was born. He was 3.5 months premature. In those days, they didn’t have the technology or understanding of how to treat preemie babies. He somehow survived. I remember holding him in my hand. Legs off the finger tips and his head on my wrist. You somehow talked mom and dad into naming him Jeremy James, just so we could call him JJ. Though it never really stuck and I will never forget that.
Life is too short. What I wouldn’t give for one more day. Just one more day playing golf. Trying to out drive each other. Boating, jumping the waves. Sitting by the fire and roasting wieners. Always completive and always having fun.
I miss you. Thanks for being my brother.
-danny fanny