Valerie Adler Capetta, a close friend of the family, sent these thoughts:
Marty was not my real Uncle. It was better than that, he was a chosen Uncle.
He and my Dad, Henry Adler, went to Lincoln High School together in Brooklyn, and they had an instant connection…..their love of music…..which lasted forever. Our families were close; we spent holidays together and vacationed together. A week was never complete unless the Adler-Gold gang spent time with each other.
When I found out that Marty passed away, my heart was so heavy, I was so sad; and then I realized how fortunate I was. This wonderful man, who was one in a million, was part of my life for almost 60 years.
I have many beautiful and fun-filled memories of my Uncle, but one stands out from all the rest. When I was 16 years old, our families rented a home together for the summer on Long Beach Island. I can still see this as clearly today as I did then. Uncle Marty would sit on the second floor sun-drenched balcony, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, wearing a big sun hat, pipe in one hand, pen in another, composing and arranging the music he adored. I was only a kid, but I knew then that was the only way to go to work! How many people are fortunate enough to love what they do for a living? That’s when I realized why my Uncle always had a smile on his face. He loved what he did, and he did what he loved, there is no better combination. Bravo Uncle Marty, you did it your way, even before Sinatra did!
To Aunt Jackie, Bonnie, Wendy, Dan, Mike, Lori , and the entire family, I send my deepest sympathy. Marty was not only a gentleman, he was a gentle man who was warm, loving, and kind.
The world has lost a truly unique man, but just imagine how that band in heaven is swinging now!