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Tami Glassel, Maplewood, MN USA posted a condolence
Sunday, October 27, 2013
My Dear Dad, You took care of me my whole life. It was MY joy to care for you and mom! I was happy to carry out your wishes. It has been my honor to call Terry my brother as he fully supported us in this endeavor and gave unselfishly from the heart. You left me with such good memories to treasure. I got to experience your softer side--the hand holding, the walks, the kisses, and your daily expressed appreciation. You never complained in spite of intense pain. Your smiles, laughter, humor, and gentleness are something I'll always remember. I miss mom so much and now miss you, too. It would be unbearable except my hope is in The Lord. I know you are both now in a place that was prepared just for you--a mansion--that needs no repairs (no more fretting about up keep)! And there is no more suffering. I will be reunited with you again. Until that time, your legacy lives on.
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Steve Glassel, Dallas, TX Republic of Texas posted a condolence
Thursday, October 24, 2013
A Eulogy for my Father... I was born the third son to James Glassel. “Jim” as he was known, left the agrarian life style just when help was on it’s way! As I understand it, his decision to leave the farm was due to seasonal allergies more than anything else. Dad’s farming roots shaped his “figure it out and fix it” mentality the rest of his life... All Dad’s occupations that I remember, involved fixing things... Trains, Paint machines and Organs (the kind that make music). The “Fix it” mentality carried over to the home where I observed, “helped” and learned that anything in the house could be repaired yourself rather than calling a repairman to do it. As a very young boy I remember “helping” my dad install a dryer vent... I remember that we were trying to make sure that the vent hole was between the “studs”. After drilling the hole, dad was pleased that the hole was indeed between “studs”. “What are studs” I asked. “those boards running up and down” Dad said. I looked and looked in the hole we had cut ...everything was standing still, nothing was running up and down. Dad patiently taught me. Of Dad’s various occupations, I liked his job with the “Great Northern Railroad” the least... I couldn’t go with him to work, but did go with him to pick up his paycheck. The engines were scary even sitting still... They growled, hissed randomly and their horns were unbearably loud, but worst of all, we had to go to the “RIP” (Repair Inspect Prevent) track to pick up his check... even the name was frightening! I liked his job fixing “paint machines”... these machines were the precursors to what you see in every Home Depot or Lowes paint department today. I often accompanied him on his routes to various paint and hardware stores in the Minnesota five state area, often on overnight trips. I was too young to be of much help fixing the machines, but while he was working, I had the run of the store and the town we happened to be in... I was able to examine every piece of hardware imaginable in the stores and looked in the storefront windows of hundreds of businesses. Duluth was my favorite town. Later, as an adult, I learned that I accompanied him on these trips to give Mom a break! I liked Dad’s job as an organ repair and installation man the best... Not only did I get to see him combine his electronic and mechanical skills at their best, but I often got to contribute in a meaningful way by working with him. For me, the best part of the job was when we were all done and dad would skillfully put the organ through it’s paces. As a young man dad had taught himself to play the piano... He had a God given talent that he regularly exercised Sundays in our local church. It was a sad day when carpal tunnel issues caused him to abandon his gift. Whether directly or by example, dad taught me many things... At a very early age I liked to watch as Dad would sneak up behind Mom, grab and hug her... Mom would feign outrage, but all always ended well. I’ve had to modify this act of love as Linda’s first impulse is to fight... dangerous when she is working at the sink with a knife in hand! I learned that there are no “winners” in church squabbles. I loved, and still do, the camping trips we took all over the U.S. and Canada. These trips gave me an invaluable insight into the vastness and diversity of our nation. It almost seems unfair when you find friends and neighbors who haven’t traveled beyond their own extended neighborhood. Working with and alongside Dad taught me self-worth. The contributions I made, especially woodworking, were valued and even worthy of pay! Dad’s being “self employed” made that step easier for me when the time came... in fact at one time all three of us boys were entrepreneurs and self employed! Probably the most valuable lesson I learned was unequivocal love for my wife... As children we knew that Dad loved Mom and always would! Any smart teenager in our household knew better than to sass Mom! Thank you Dad for teaching responsibility... You taught us not to spend money we didn’t have, Work hard to provide for our families and to be faithful to God and Church. You taught us by example to be honest and without guile. You gave us the tools to be honest contributing members of society... What we did and do with those lessons is up to us... Hopefully we will mimic the example you gave us and teach our children, grandchildren and future generations to cherish the principles you taught us to live by! Love, Steve
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