I spent a lot of time with Uncle Glen in his final years after Aunt Ava died. He told me many stories about his life ( most of them many times). About the new truck he bought just after they were married and his milk route, about the big snow storm one spring that prevented him from running the route, about the crippled back that was very painful and Jesus talked to him through the TV one day about it being healed and a few days later he was outside watching a thunder storm and lightning knocked him to the ground and when he got up his back pain was gone, about his baseball pitching experiences, about his decision to do KP duty in the navy to avoid a lot of the other requirements, about the time he went to Colorado to help harvest potatoes and many more. He loved his old Kabota riding lawn mower and would mow his yard every few days just to have something to. Frequently he would break something on it and expected it to be repaired instantly ( patience was not one of his qualities). He allowed me to plant a garden at his place the last few years (really he knew I would be over at his place more often) and I have received a great deal of pleasure from that. I cannot count the number of times he called me up to fix his cellphone or hearing aids. I could share many more experiences but most importantly l treasure these last few years he's been part of my life's experience. Nephew Ron Schwatken