I took a bus from San Diego to Mesa to visit Jim and Glenna when I was a young sailor.  Jim was working at a gas station and attending Arizona State at the time.   Since Jim had to work on the day after I arrived, Glenna took me in tow and drove me to Superstition Mountain.  The day was HOT...But, being the great sport she always was, she kept pace with me as we hiked up and down the steep trails.  I will always remember her infectious enthusiasm and sense of humor...and I believe I had a teenage "crush" on her from the time she and Jim were dating in High School.  A very special lady.   I had subsequent visits with them over the years and was always welcomed warmly.  Glenna was a great cook as well as a talented teacher and mother.  I loved her for her kindness and generosity to the Scribner family's "black sheep"..Me.    Dan Scribner,  "Grampa" Jim's younger brother.

This was at our house in Hanover! This is a true dipection of Grandpa and Grandma. Grandpa laughing and Grandma scared to death but trusting Grandpa and having a blast!

I always loved Grandma's good nature about Grandpa's goofiness! What an example to us all.

How can you not feel loved when a smile looks at you like that?  I will never forget her many smiles!  She is a beautiful woman...

I was there when that picture was taken! It was the summer Liz Amie and I went to go visit Grandma and Granpa for a month.  We got to buid some great memories on that trip, and seeing that picture made me remember them. We were up at one of Uncle Kens properties, just hanging out and having fun. It was nice seeing so much family we rarely got to see growing up. Family is always family no matter how far apart we are.

    I remember Grandma Glenna and Grandpa Jim coming to visit us in Idaho when we were kids.  Since they were driving up from California, we didn't know exactly when they would arrive, so all of us kids waited outside in the yard for their arrival, with nervous anticipation.  After an eternity of waiting, and several false alarms, we spotted the famous beige van coming down the road!  Only, both of the occupants were not seated properly in the vehicle.  Grandma was driving, and Grandpa was on the roof of the van announcing their arrival through a megaphone!  All of us kids were so excited, we could have spontaneously combusted on the spot!  Santa Claus couldn't hold a candle to my grandparents, as far as excitement and anticipation go.   Grandpa was wild and fun, tossing us in the air, swinging us around, and making us laugh until we couldn't stand it, but Grandma was the one that always touched our hearts with her warm hugs, sweet words, her booming laugh, tenderness and compassion, and, of course, her goodie box!  To this day, I still can't find squeaky cheese like the stuff she would bring us.  It was pure manna from heaven!