Howard Orian "Bud" Lamb
August 3, 1943 ~ January 12, 2022
Howard (‘Bud’ to family and friends) passed away on January 12, 2022 in Leonardtown, MD. He was born on August 3, 1943 in Florida, and grew up in a Navy family that traveled up and down the east coast from Maine to Florida and into Tennessee. He and his brother Ken attended nine different schools during that time, as his mom and dad were adventurers. That spirit became part of Howard’s DNA. He was always ready to travel, go hunting or fishing, or sight-seeing. Everything amazed him.
When landing in St. Mary’s at age 15, he entered Great Mills High School, playing varsity basketball, baseball, & soccer while running cross country and track. His classmates voted him ‘Most Likely To Succeed’ as a senior.
He attended St. Mary’s College for two years, making treasured life-long friendships that remained until his dying day, before transferring to Carson-Newman College in TN.
An engineer at heart, Howard moved to Washington DC to work for a top engineering firm and used this background to become a 2nd Lieutenant in the US Army in the Army Corps of Engineers after enlisting on Dec 17, 1966. Howard graduated number one in his class of recruits, heading for Vietnam in 1967 to become a ‘Tunnel Rat,’ exhibiting enormous courage, for which he was decorated with a Bronze Star. He briefed General Abrams and other high-ranking officers when they came to inspect his unit and received hand-written compliments and praise from the General for this perilous duty.
Before leaving for Vietnam, Howard met the true love of his life, Sandi Cain, in the boarding house they both rented rooms in, where the proprietor of the house, a lovely motherly woman, wisely directed Howard to ask Sandi on a date. Upon returning from Vietnam, he and Sandi married on Dec 7, 1968. He was honorably discharged as a Captain on Dec 8, 1969.
After working in DC on the new subway system for a few years, his adventurous spirit led them back to St. Mary’s to raise three daughters, and enter the family business, the TACKLE BOX, working beside his father and brother, running the gun department.
He and Sandi built two houses on the water, raising their daughters (Irene, Sara & Melissa) in the best possible way: crabbing, fishing, chopping wood, camping, bagging fish, and adventuring. He transitioned back to engineering work as a facilities planner at Pax River and then onto the DEA, his most important professional work, establishing spy-proof offices in Central/South America & Asia.
In his retirement, he spent his time traveling in the RV with Sandi and visiting with children and grandchildren. He was an avid reader and storyteller, and he loved taking his grandchildren out on the boat in Florida.
Howard’s most important living legacy was his family and friends, whom he fiercely loved, celebrated, and truly treasured. To know Howard was to know his care and concern for you. It was just that simple. No matter who you were, you were loved by him. And this is what we will all miss the most.
Howard was preceded in death by his father, Howard O. Lamb Sr., and his mother, Lena (Mace) Lamb. He is survived by his wife of 53 years, Sandra (Cain) Lamb, as well as his brother Ken Lamb (Linda), children Irene Lamb (Bill Sembello), Sara Cooper (Steve), and Melissa Lamb Leary (Sam). His 16 grandchildren carry his love in their hearts, as do his beloved nieces and nephews in Texas, Pennsylvania, and Massachusetts.
Howard was moved by the work of ‘Tunnel to Towers Foundation’ (T2T.org or 2361 Hylan Blvd. Staten Island, NY 10306), and we would deeply appreciate your support of this veteran organization, in his honor, in lieu of flowers.
The family will receive friends on Tuesday, January 18, 2022 from 6:00 PM to 8:00 PM in the Mattingley-Gardiner Funeral Home, Leonardtown, MD, where a funeral service will be held at 7:00 PM. Interment will be private.
Condolences may be made to the family at www.mgfh.com. Arrangements provided by the Mattingley-Gardiner Funeral Home and Cremation Services, P.A., Leonardtown, MD.





There are so many memories to share of time with Dad, and for this, I am so grateful. A time I cherish the most with Dad were the years we were building the house on the creek that Mom and Dad raised us girls in. I was just a small kid. The last of three girls born. Somewhere in his heart and mind, Dad let go his long hope of having a boy and decided he might as well pass down to us girls the wealth of skill and knowledge he had inherited from his father. So, building the creek house, I was his six year-old carpenter’s helper. He found me a nail pouch and a child’s tool kit. I sat beside him for hours while he laid every board on the frame of the huge deck around the house. I watched and learned the rhythm and the process. Measure, mark, cut, nail. Repeat. In the silence of the hillside above the marsh and the daily rhythms it held with the rising and falling of tides, the comings and goings of crabs, eagle, and heron. From this peace, Dad talked me through every step, explaining the tools and the work in detail. What a blessed childhood. A little over a decade later, I needed to find good work as a grown-up going through college. I was a failure at waiting tables. A friend was a carpenter. I asked if he wouldn’t mind a gal on the jobsight. Thus started a wonderful career for me in carpentry. An unusual and immensely rewarding pastime that has lifted up my life many times. I will always be so grateful for those times when Dad made the busy world stop, and sat with me alone, and taught me all he knew.
Sandi and family, I am a former coworker of Sandi’s and an old friend too. I am so sorry for the passing of Bud. He was a remarkable person. Please know that he has moved on to a much better place and lean on your family and friends as they will help you make it through these hard times. You and your family will be in my thoughts and prayers. May God bless you all. Maggie Hayden.
The smells of my early childhood are that of saltwater, Marlboro Reds and gun powder. All of which I attribute to my father. Every single childhood memory is laced with these smells. Crabs on the deck in the peek of summer. Sailing aimlessly on the Patuxent. Ice skating. Florida. Skirmish camping trips where the haze of gunpowder from his- and hundreds of others- filled the canyon. NRA shooting in the basement of the old library. The Tackle Box. And there is literally no childhood memory that I have of my father where he did not have a Marlboro Red hanging out of his mouth or wedged between two fingers.
My 20’s were peppered with moments where- in an age without google and YouTube- I relied solely on what I had learned from watching my father do in my childhood. Building houses, buying cars, negotiating my worth in salary, traveling and tough decisions were all prefaced with a memory of how my father handled a similar situation.
My 30’s and 40’s are laced with memories of my father’s unconditional love for his grandchildren. With the birth or arrival of each one, he softened him into a man I did not know existed. He accepted their individuality. He was proud of their successes and lamented their struggles. He asked about each one of them regularly and always wanted to hear of their adventures. Few celebrations or sorrows occurred during these decades where he was not present.
The last 7 years have been medically difficult for Dad. He has struggled with a litany of medical complications all rooted to his exposure to Agent Orange in Vietnam. On more than one occasion I asked friends to pray for him that he would “pull through”. I thought I had mentally prepared myself for the day we would be saying “Goodbye” but in retrospect, nothing can prepare you for that moment. Dad passed peacefully. Knowing he was loved deeply by family and friends.
Amen
I’m a friend of Irene’s and only met Mr. Lamb once about 3 years ago, but am so glad I did. Several of us met for lunch out, and he took the time to speak to each of us. He seemed truly interested in knowing more about us. He appreciated that I wore big earrings, and said that I reminded him of Maureen O’Hara with my curly red hair. He was friendly, personable, shared about himself while also asking about us- few people find that perfect conversational balance but he nailed it. It was an honor to read his obituary and learn more about his life and his service to our country. Thank you, Lamb family, for sharing with us.
Vanessa T.
Dear Sandy,
Please accept our deepest sympathy at the passing of Bud. We enjoyed getting to know you & Bud through Uncle Jean at the condo. You & your wonderful family are in our prayers at this difficult time.
Wayne & Bridget Phillips