ForeverMissed
      Glen B. Anderson, 102, of Peoria, passed away on Sunday, December 22, 2019 at Heddington Oaks in West Peoria.
     Funeral services will be at 1 p.m. on Friday, December 27, 2019 at Clary Funeral Home, 3004 West Lake Avenue in Peoria. Visitation will be one hour prior to the service at the funeral home. Interment will be at Oak Ridge Cemetery in Farmington.
     Glen was born on August 12, 1917 in Peoria, the son of James and Genevieve (Mohn) Anderson. He married Margaret Mae Deemy on July 13, 1937 in Eureka. She preceded him in death on February 12, 1989 in Peoria. He was also preceded in death by two grandchildren and 2 sisters.
     He is survived by his daughters, Susan Parks, Maralee Anderson and Rebecca Elliott, all of Peoria; seven grandchildren; 12 great grandchildren; and one great-great grandchild.
     Glen worked as a Tool and Die Maker for J.H. Benedict. He retired in 1982. He was a member of the Machinist Union for over 50 years. He was also a Boy Scout leader for many years.
     The family would like to extend their gratitude to Transitions Hospice and Heddington Oaks for the wonderful care they provided to Glen.
     Memorial contributions may be made in Glen’s memory to Heddington Oaks.
Posted by Edward POrterfield on December 23, 2019
He was my one and only Uncle sure will miss him remember as a kid spent every summer in Peoria and could not wait to get up and see my Uncle Glen we always played catch in his great big side yard and he took me all over the place on his bicycle and I would wait looking out my Grandmothers window waiting for him to come home every afternoon from work and then plead with whoever was home if I could go and play with my Uncle. Rest in Peace Uncle Glen

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Posted by Edward POrterfield on December 23, 2019
He was my one and only Uncle sure will miss him remember as a kid spent every summer in Peoria and could not wait to get up and see my Uncle Glen we always played catch in his great big side yard and he took me all over the place on his bicycle and I would wait looking out my Grandmothers window waiting for him to come home every afternoon from work and then plead with whoever was home if I could go and play with my Uncle. Rest in Peace Uncle Glen
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