Friday, February 13, 2015
Auntie Anne and family, it’s hard to know what to say so I though a memory would be best:
My earliest memories of Uncle Glen is him driving a whole crew of us to Park Lake outside of Lethbridge. I’m not sure why that memory is so vivid but I was one of the lucky ‘little’ ones who got to sit in the front seat, no seat belts in those days! I remember windows down, wind blowing, and a huge smile on Uncle Glen’s face. I was so little and he was so big, I think there must have been some realization that this big, scary uncle was a big warm giant! The memory still makes me feel warm in side.
For the few times I got to visit over the past few (well may be many) decades that same warm feeling was always there!
May you now bike with no worry of flat tires, rain or bumps in the road!
