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When Martin David Robinson returned to Maricopa County, Arizona, after his discharge from the United States Navy in 1947, he met Marizona Baldwin at Upton’s Ice Cream Parlor at the corner of Glendale and 58th avenues in downtown Glendale. By the time they married on September 27, 1948, a day after his 23rd birthday, the future Marty Robbins had no recording contract and relied on daytime manual labor and small nightclub gigs around Phoenix to support his teenage bride.

Born on September 26, 1925, on the outskirts of Glendale, Robbins had grown up in extreme poverty as one of 10 children in a household fractured by his father’s heavy drinking and his parents’ 1937 divorce. After leaving high school to help his mother pay bills and serving as a Navy coxswain on an amphibious landing craft in the Solomon Islands during World War II, he came home to Arizona with a guitar he had taught himself to play in the Pacific.

During the first year of their marriage, Robbins worked construction and odd jobs while taking night shifts playing guitar and singing in local beer joints for a few dollars an evening. At first, he performed under the alias “Jack Robinson” so his mother would not discover he was working inside Phoenix bars.

In April 1949, six months into their marriage, Marizona gave birth to their first child, Ronald Canson Robinson, known as Ronny, while the young family lived in a modest rear apartment on North Third Street in Glendale. That same year, when singer Frankie Starr left his post at Fred Kares’s Phoenix club, Vern and Don’s, Robbins stepped in as lead vocalist with the K-Bar Boys alongside guitarist Floyd Lanning and steel player Jimmy Farmer.

As crowds began lining up outside Vern and Don’s to hear him, Robbins told Marizona that he was going to make records and bring their family to the Grand Ole Opry. Soon he was hosting a daily radio show on KTYL in Mesa and a weekly local television program, *Western Caravan*, on KPHO-TV in Phoenix.

His break arrived in 1951 when Grand Ole Opry star Little Jimmy Dickens visited Phoenix, appeared as a guest on Robbins’ television broadcast, and urged Columbia Records executives to sign him. After Robbins wrote and recorded “I’ll Go On Alone,” which climbed to number one on the Billboard country chart in late 1952, he packed up Marizona and young Ronny and moved to Nashville to join the Grand Ole Opry in January 1953.

Over the next decade, Robbins became one of Columbia’s signature crossover stars with hits including “Singing the Blues,” “A White Sport Coat (and a Pink Carnation),” and “El Paso,” which won a Grammy Award and topped both the country and pop charts at the end of 1959. In January 1959, he and Marizona welcomed their second child, a daughter named Janet, and settled on a quiet property in Brentwood, south of Nashville, away from the business offices of Music Row.

Even as movie roles, 35 NASCAR stock car races, and hundreds of annual tour dates pulled Robbins across North America, he frequently chartered private planes after his Saturday night Opry performances or Sunday afternoon races to get straight back to Brentwood. Marizona avoided industry banquets and press cameras, choosing instead to manage the family’s finances and raise Ronny and Janet at home.

After suffering a severe heart attack in August 1969 and undergoing triple bypass surgery, Robbins released his self-penned tribute to her, “My Woman, My Woman, My Wife,” in January 1970. The ballad reached number one on the country chart and earned the Grammy Award for Best Country Song, followed three years later by his top-ten single “Love Me,” which looked back affectionately on their early courtship in Arizona.

In October 1982, two months before a third heart attack ended his life at age 57 on December 8, 1982, Robbins stood on stage at the Country Music Hall of Fame induction ceremony with Marizona still at his side, 34 years after their wedding day in Arizona.

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Throughout 34 years of marriage at the height of Nashville stardom, Marty Robbins gave tabloid reporters nothing to write about except a husband hurrying home to Brentwood, Tennessee. His devotion to family grew out of a hard childhood in Arizona. After growing up poor with an alcoholic father and watching his parents divorce when he was 12, Robbins promised himself his own wife and children would never face betrayal. He never forgot that Marizona Baldwin married him in 1948 when he was a broke Navy veteran digging ditches and driving trucks. From the 1950s through the 1970s, while road life wrecked many country marriages, Robbins drew millions of female fans with his movie-star looks and string of hits. Instead of hiding his marriage as industry handlers often advised, he regularly dedicated songs to Marizona from the Grand Ole Opry stage and on television. Once shows ended, the teetotaling singer skipped the hotel parties to play guitar backstage or call home on long-distance lines. Back in Brentwood, Marizona quietly kept their home steady while Robbins toured more than 200 days a year and raced NASCAR. After a severe 1969 heart attack and 1970 bypass surgery made clear how fragile his time was, Robbins marked 22 years of marriage by writing My Woman, My Woman, My Wife in gratitude for her patience. The 1970 ballad reached number one on the Billboard country chart and won a Grammy Award in 1971. Their 1948 promise held until December 8, 1982, when Robbins died at Nashville’s St. Thomas Hospital at age 57 following his third heart attack, with Marizona and their children, Ronny and Janet, holding his hand at the bedside.

Shortly after returning from World War II, Marty Robbins walked into an Arizona ice cream parlor and told his friend he was going to marry the girl behind the counter. After a hard childhood and service aboard a Navy landing craft in the Pacific, the twenty-something veteran had come home to Glendale, Arizona, around 1947. Inside Upton’s Ice Cream Parlor, 15-year-old Marizona Baldwin was greeting customers. Robbins made his declaration before he even knew her name, and Marizona later recalled feeling that same certainty the instant she saw his smile at the door. He courted her with her family’s blessing and waited until she turned 18 before they married on September 27, 1948. Long before the glittering suits of the Grand Ole Opry, Robbins supported his young wife by digging ditches, fixing cars, driving trucks, and delivering milk in the desert heat. Marizona believed his voice belonged on a bigger stage. She urged him to leave day labor for music and helped arrange for Little Jimmy Dickens to hear him at a Phoenix television station in 1951, the break that brought Robbins his contract with Columbia Records. As hit records and NASCAR racing kept him on the road, Marizona stayed behind the scenes in Nashville raising their two children, Ronny and Janet. Feeling the weight of how much time he spent away from home, Robbins wrote his 1970 Grammy-winning ballad, My Woman, My Woman, My Wife, as a tribute to her hands and the quiet steadiness that held their house together. Their marriage lasted 34 years until Robbins passed away in December 1982 at age 57 following his third heart surgery, with Marizona by his bed. Only 50 when she lost him, she spent the next 19 years preserving his memory until 2001, when she was laid to rest beside him at Nashville’s Woodlawn Cemetery, completing the life that began across an ice cream counter in Glendale.

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