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Marcos Salazar

Obituary for Marcos Salazar

January 6, 1940 - May 11, 2018
Austin, Texas | Age 78


Marcos Salazar was born on January 6, 1940 in Austin, Travis County, Texas and was called home by his Heavenly Father on Friday, May 11, 2018 at the age of 78. Marcos will be forever remembered by his beloved wife of 58 years, Lillian Salazar (nee Besa); and their children, Michael (Cristina) and David (Billie Rae). Marcos is predeceased by his parents, Marcos and Tomasa (nee Lopez) Salazar; and by his eldest son, Marcus Salazar III. His grandchildren, great-grandchildren, brothers, sisters, nephews, nieces and extended family will also forever remember Marcos.

Marcos accepted Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior. We faithfully believe he is no longer suffering and is now rejoicing in the presence of our Heavenly Father.

Recitation of the Holy Rosary will be held on Tuesday, May 15, at 7:00 pm, at Weed-Corley-Fish South Funeral Home, 2620 South Congress Avenue, Austin, TX 78704.

A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated in memory of Marcos on Wednesday, May 16, at 10:00 am at St. Peter the Apostle Catholic Church, 4600 E. Ben White Blvd., Austin, TX 78741.

Interment will follow at the family plot located at Assumption Cemetery at 3650 S. IH 35, Austin, TX 78704.

His Story ...

Marcos was known for his extremely good sense of humor. He was also an avid reader.

According to his mother, Mommie Tommie, it was a very cold day the day Marcos was born. It was snowing and there was snow on the ground. He was the first born of five children that included two brothers, Ray and Alfred, and two sisters, Elida and Connie.

As kids they played outside and built forts while pretending to be soldiers and indians. He enjoyed spending time at Palm Park where he learned how to swim and later served as a lifeguard. Marcos began school at Palm Elementary at the age of 6. Upon entering the 6th Grade he wanted to play the saxophone but was given a trumpet instead, which he became very good at playing. The following year he went to Allen Junior High and continued playing trumpet. In the eighth grade he qualified for the marching band and received his green and gold uniform that he was very proud to wear. He even qualified for First Chair.

Most of his summers were spent working with little time to play. He worked with his dad in the automotive repair business.

Once he entered high school at Stephen F. Austin he gave up playing in the school band and tried his hand at the Motion Picture Operators' Club. Shortly thereafter he met his future wife, Lillian Besa. He once told of how they spent time in a coffee shop where he sometimes bought her coffee … but more often than not she wanted a glass of milk. After dating for a year she went off to California because her mother passed away. But even though she had moved she would return to Austin every summer and they continued dating. In November 1959 off to California Marcos went – he was a young man in love after all. Every bit of 19 years young and very determined to bring her back home to Austin (which she didn't know yet) he spent Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years in California, away from home. He was able to get a job working at an auto body shop off of North Broadway in Los Angeles. After about five months in California he was able to save up enough money to set a date for their wedding. On April 2, 1960, they were joined in holy matrimony and returned to Austin about three months later. All of this cross-country traveling was done in a 1947 Chevrolet.

On March 24, 1961, their first child, Marcos Salazar III, was born; he shared the same day of birth as his grandmother, Adela (nee Barrera) Salazar, which made her very happy. One of the saddest moment of Marcos' life was the death of his first-born son.

He continued working for his dad in the auto body shop until 1964 when the shop was closed. Sometime later he, Lillian and their young son moved to Corpus Christi for about six months. Upon their return to Austin he began working for Doug Scales Body Shop where he worked until he retired. He always found it very exciting to be able to fix a demolished vehicle and make it look new again.

Their second son, Michael, was born on September 23, 1965, and their third son, David, was born on February 15, 1970. When the boys were big enough to hold a rod and reel he would take them fishing on Lake Austin and Lake Travis.

Marcos once said, "We bought our first boat. It was a Chris Craft Inboard. We kept it stationed at Port Aransas, TX, at Woody's Boat Dock. We would go deep sea fishing all of the time. It wasn't a big deal to make the trip to Port Aransas on the weekend. We would catch King Fish, Sharks, and anything else that would get on the hook … red fish, blue fish, and man, we wouldn't waste any of it. We would have huge fish fries for the whole family. That was a very good part of my life."

He went on to tell that, "Even the bad parts of owning a boat were adventurous. There was a day, Labor Day to be exact, that our boat blew up! On the boat was my father, Gilbert, Mateas, Squeaky, Charlie and me. We were on our way to the King Fish area; it was a beautiful day, the fish were hitting and we were all excited, when suddenly there was a boom. Two guys flew out of the boat into the water. I was thrown straight up onto the top of the boat. Squeaky went flying out of the open windshield and my dad turned around and said "Cut that out!" He didn't even know the boat had blown up until he saw the flames. My dad and I, of course, being the captain and co-captain, had to stay on the boat. But the fire started to get a little hot and dad and I of course had to get out. I started to tell my dad it was time to go. I tried to get him to jump into the water but dad didn't know how to swim and he kind of fooled me because I said let's go on the count of three. We both started counting and I expected him to jump, but on three, I was the only one who jumped in. Dad had this life jacket that a good friend of ours from the Air Force had given him; one of those that blew up with air when you pulled a string. Of course when my dad jumped in he got too excited and pulled the string before he even jumped into the water and the jacket flew right off of him. Before the jacket floated away I swam over and got it and when I finally got to dad he was fighting the water and grabbed the life jacket like it was a long lost friend. Everyone was being pulled out of the water by different people until my dad and I were the last ones left. A 45ft charter boat came and handed us a long gaff pole and when dad grabbed the pole he nearly pulled the guy out of the boat. The people kept saying 'Look out for the propellers' and 'Look out for the motor' and dad said 'To heck with that, just get me out of the water!!' And there I was again, last man on the totem pole. I kept wondering Who is going to pick me up? Until this older man and his grandson told me to get to their boat because our boat was about to blow up. I was pulling myself onto their boat when the grandson, trying to get away from our boat, gunned it … and there I was holding on for dear life. He finally slowed down and stopped the boat and I got onto the boat. Then the coast guard came to save the day, they pulled us and our boat back to Port Aransas. When we got back to the shore we headed home but first, had to stop at a store to buy some shoes because our shoes had burned up on the boat. While we were at the store eating our food we reminisced about the boat and our adventurous day. Of course that didn't keep me from going out on another boat, it was just another one of those things in life and I was very happy to make it back home with my dad."

Marcos often mentioned how close he was to his dad. They would do a lot of things together. They spent so much time together that many people thought his dad was his older brother.

Here is Marcos' story of his near-death experience with a live wire: "I can't think of any experience that can come as close to losing it other than the time that I was almost electrocuted by a 220 volt wire. I guess you could say that was a close call. I was trying to move a live wire so that people wouldn't be electrocuted by it and I guess that was my lucky day because as I was moving it up the stairwell I touched the rail and the ground immediately took hold of me and beat me against the hand rail and the wall. Everything was so clear and vivid. I saw my Uncle Tony standing and looking at me because when it first struck me I let out a very loud and agonizing yell. The current took a hold of me; it went into my right arm through my chest and out my left arm then onto the handrail and down to whatever was grounding it out … I guess it was the concrete. Boston was standing in the middle of the floor with a 2x4 piece of wood and he wanted to see if he could take the wire away from me or not … everybody was shocked and not sure what to do. Then I saw my father run around the corner of the office and look at me and at that same moment my knees got so weak that I fell. It was the fall that disconnected the wires. I fell all the way down to the bottom of the stairs and dad helped me stand up on the stairs, while the wires were hanging there back and forth. My dad turned to me and said, 'What were you doing?' I responded, 'I was trying to move the wire so that nobody would get hurt.' Then he asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital and I said, 'No, I think I'll just go home.' There are a lot of things I used to ignore, I was a pretty strong man; but looking back I think that had a lot to do with my sicknesses that I have now."

In his 78 years Marcos saw a lot and lived a lot. He touched many lives and with each one left different memories. It was a blessing to spend time with him. He will be greatly missed.

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