​A Year and a Half Later...

Dear Friends and Family of Glenda Moore,

Much has happened since Glenda passed a year and a half ago and we would like to share a couple highlights with all who knew and loved her.

Sons Mickey and Paul have been fortunate enough to be able to bring one of Glenda's dreams to reality.  Glenda always had a vision of creating a mountain family retreat that she referred to as Moore Haven. Yes, the family did own a small lot and cabin in Hahns Peak Colorado but without electricity, running water, toilet etc., it was nothing more than camping with a wood roof.  Glenda and Mickey had been trying for a few years to build on the property but could not because of County and State wastewater regulations. In addition Hahns Peak was becoming expensive and quite crowded, no longer the destination for solitude it was 30 years ago.

Glenda's real estate holdings immediately sold and we decided to use some of the estate funds to purchase mountain property close to Grand Junction that would bring Glenda's mountain family retreat dreams to life.  Introducing Moore Haven:

And what is a mountain retreat without its own pine and aspen National Forest off the back porch:

Moore Haven’s current 3-story, 2 bedroom, (1) full + (2) ½ bath cabin has beds to sleep 12 and includes:

  • 1.5 acres for camping
  • Full RV hook-ups
  • Washer & dryer
  • Gazebo with hammocks
  • Cooking fire pit
  • BBQ grill
  • Fishing boat
  • Foosball Table
  • Year-round access

Moore Haven is located on the Grand Mesa, ½ mile from Powderhorn Mountain Ski Resort (http://www.powderhorn.com/) and 45 minutes form Grand Junction, Colorado.  It is our pleasure to share this wonderful experience with all friends and family, just email us at cabin@moorehaven.life for information, availability and scheduling.  Please do not be shy, we’ve had nearly 15 bookings so far this year and are dedicated to sharing Glenda’s vision will all. (Send Facebook friend requests to https://www.facebook.com/moore.haven.710)

On the one year anniversary of Glenda’s passing, Mickey and Paul were presented with a very special memorial plaque by their close family.  It is prominently displayed and we couldn’t be more proud of the heartfelt sentiment.

Today, November 24, 2018 would have been Glenda’s 84th birthday.  Mickey and Carol are spending the day at Moore Haven setting out Glenda’s Christmas decorations in preparation for enjoying the Christmas Holiday with our family.

And yes it is snowing!!!

The Moore Family is very grateful for all those who had touched Glenda and those she touched in return.  Live Well! 

Glenda's Last Days

The Final Chapter

Glenda was so excited to be going on this very special trip to Europe with her Church Choir.  They had been working weeks on their Choir and Handbell tribute to Martin Luther and the 500 year Reformation celebration, performing a full concert the weekend before.  They would be touring German Reformation landmarks and performing in various German churches each day.

Thursday morning June 14, 2017 around 5:00am MDT Carol and I received a phone call from John Howard, Glenda's choir director, that she had fallen from the bus, was on the way to the hospital and her roommate Joyce would be accompanying her.  The accident occurred shortly before 1:00pm CEU, most likely just after lunch at a historic landmark.  After some follow-up texts with John we learned that she was not speaking after the fall and was likely unconscious. She seemed to be breathing on her own and her pulse was good.  

It wasn't until mom was admitted to the hospital in Eisenach Germany that we received an update call from Joyce confirming the worst and the need for a family member to get to Germany ASAP.  The doctors were reticent to share much with Joyce but what they did share indicated multiple neck fractures and uncertain spinal and brain injuries. Within a few hours I was on a plane from Grand Junction, Colorado to Frankfurt, Germany

During the lay-over in Denver, I learned that mom was being transferred to Jena Germany where there was a University Hospital that could treat her with better resources and specialists.  Once landing in Frankfurt, it took 2 trains and a tram to get to the Hospital in Jena.

I arrived at the Universitäts Klinikum Jena hospital around 5:00pm CET June 16, 2017 and the physicians confirmed the worst.  Glenda had broken her first cervical vertebrea (C1) and severely damaged her spinal cord.  She was totally paralyzed from the neck down and on life support.  The bottom line… she would not recover from these injuries.

After the physicians shared the horrible news, they told me that they had briefly taken mom off of sedation and that she was responsive.  I went to her in the ICU, leaned over and said “Mom, this is Mike, I’m here”.  Mom immediately opened her eyes and looked at me with a look of discomfort and anxiety. She then recognized me and tried to talk through the intibation.  I said “Don’t talk mom, just relax”, she blinked as if to say OK.  I said “Can you hear me”?  She blinked again.  Her eyes were still piercing.  I said “I have your Documents and will do what needs to be done”. She blinked once in affirmation and then her eyes relaxed and expressed real gratitude.  I said “I love you” and she blinked.  I said “You need to rest now and go back to sleep”.  I then asked for the doctor to put her back under sedation because the intibation was making her uncomfortable.

Before leaving Colorado, we made sure I had in my possession the Medical Power of Attorney mom and I had prepared in 2003 and a recent Do Not Resuscitate order she had prepared with her physician just two months ago.  It was obvious that the medical care had already gone beyond mom’s wishes of not being resucitated or intibated.  Her wish in this situation was not to live paralyzed, attached to a respirator and fed through a tube but to pass as quickly and peacefully as possible.  

Glenda’s instructions were clear and I understood what had to be done.  I would take the night to prepare mentally and spiritually to remove my mom from life support.  The next morning at the hospital she was again taken off sedation but was not responsive.  I believe Mom knew and was shutting down.  The physician and I agreed to confirm everything with the family once more before proceeding.  The family was in total agreement to “let her go”.  

Around 4:30pm CET I made my way back to the hospital and the physician mentioned that she had been working with different levels of sedation and morphine to put mom in a calm state throughout. She said that she saw a natural weakness in vitals without support which was good for a peaceful death. 

We then went to mom and began the process of removing life support.  I consoled mom, spoke to her, kissed her and caressed her head and hand.  Her breathing tube was removed without any reaction.  At no time did mom seem aware or in distress.  She passed content, comfortable and at peace around 4:45pm CET June 17, 2017 (8:45am MDT).

These were my continuous prayers spoken to Mom during the short time it took her to pass:

     - You are Free Mom

     - Go with God

     - Be in Heaven

     - Be the Light

     - Thank You Mom

     - I love You

I take solace knowing that Mom died doing exactly what she wanted to do, traveling, singing and being with her church family.

Rest in Peace Mom!

-- Mickey Moore

Glenda’s Spirit Returns from Germany

With Glenda passing away in Germany, her body could not return until it was processed by the German State Funeral Home, cremated at a German State facility and the German Death certificated delivered to the US Consulate so they could process a “Consular Report of Death Abroad” Document.  This process requires a number of certified translated documents to be created, delivered and would probably take 3 to 4 weeks. My presence in Germany was no longer required.

I felt that Mom’s spirit could still come home with me, besides in my mind her body was just a vessel and her true spirit was no longer a part of the physical. The night before leaving Germany I recalled that there were yellow ribbons on her two bags left at the hospital, obviously to help the tour track everyones possessions.  The following is a transcript of the text travel documentary to my family so they could experience Glenda’s spiritual return with me.


Glenda’s Yellow Ribbon Spiritual Return to Grand Junction

Monday June 19, 2017 - 11:05am MDT (7:05pm CET)

Mickey Moore:  Dear family, in 10 hours I will be heading back home from Germany.  While I’m unable to bring back Glenda’s remains for a few weeks, I will be celebrating her spiritual return through these yellow ribbons (that I found attached to her suitcase and satchel) and sharing travel progress along the way. With Love, Dad/Mickey

Scott Moore:  Travel Safely.  I love the yellow ribbons

Ryan Moore:  Travel safely dad, see you soon

Carol Moore:  Hugs my love.  Safe travels

Ashley Moore:  Mickey thank you for your strength, your love, and your updates.  Travel safely.

Morgan Moore:  Safe travels.  Ribbons are a nice way to honor her

Daniel de le Corte:  Love you and see you soon.  Be well

Paul Moore:  Love ya Bro


9:20pm MDT (+1Day 5:20am CET)

Mickey Moore:  Mom and I are all packed up and ready to check out of the hotel.  Interesting poster on the wall considering we are in the heart of East Germany!

Carol Moore:  Ha, that’s a great poster.  Safe travels and I’ll see you tomorrow!


9:35pm MDT (+1Day 5:35am CET)

Mickey Moore:  Mom was pacing and “chomping at the bit” to get going so we departed the Maxx Hotel in Jena early.


9:46pm MDT (+1Day 5:46am CET)

Mickey Moore:  Two trams early but we are catching the first leg of our trip home.


9:54pm MDT (+1Day 5:54am CET)

Mickey Moore:  OK Mom, Now what do we do for 35 minutes waiting for our first train?

Ashley Moore:  We are anxious to get you home as well.  Hope you were at least able to enjoy a good German beer.

Mickey Moore:  Oh just a couple along with good German food!


10:31pm MDT (+1Day 6:31am CET)

Mickey Moore:  Finally our Regional Express train to Erfurt is here.  While this train may indeed be regional it is far from express.  We should be in Erfurt in 35 minutes.


11:17pm MDT (+1Day 7:17am CET)

Mickey Moore:  Quick connection in Erfurt and now onboard ICE high-speed train to Frankfurt Airport.  We’re riding first class during this 2.5 hour leg accross Central Germany.

Scott Moore:  Nice.  I love the ICE.  You and Grandma both deserve to ride in style.


11:33pm MDT (+1Day 7:33am CET)

Mickey Moore:  Finally our first cup of coffee.  Just in time as Mom was really getting cranky.  No way will I tell her it cost 3 Euros. 


Tuesday June 20, 2017 - 2:08am MDT (10:08am CET)

Mickey Moore:  The end of the train line.  We have arrived at the Frankfurt Airport.


2:12am MDT (10:12am CET)

Mickey Moore:  Checking in, the only way we could return today was on business class, awe shucks!  Anyway mom deserves it.

Mickey Moore:  Lastly our bags get their seat assignments.  We’ll be seeing Denver around 3:30pm Mountain time

Paul Moore:  Stretch out those ugly legs!


2:48am MDT (10:48am CET)

Mickey Moore:  Mom said she had never been to a Lufthansa Business Lounge.  Now she has.  BTW - doesn’t the guy on the far left in the background look a lot like Sir Paul McCartney?

Paul Moore:  A bit too young I think.  Go up to him and start singing Rocky Racoon…


4:25am MDT (12:25pm CET)

Mickey Moore:  Das ist ein großes Flugzeug!

Mickey Moore:  We’re sitting lower level in the nose under the star alliance logo.  Champaign has arrived.  See everyone in 10 hours or so.

Scott Moore:  Gutes Deutsch!


4:51pm MDT

Mickey Moore:  We’ve arrived in Denver, checked through customs and gone back through security.  Will be back home in Grand Junction around 7:30pm Mountain time.

Carol Moore:  Can’t wait to give you a hug!  See you at 7:30.

Scott Moore:  Glad you made it home so quickly!

Daniel de la Corte:  Nice!!  Hopefully you two had a comfortable flight in business class and didn’t do too much business work.  Colorado is happy to have you back.


6:36pm MDT

Mickey Moore:  Grand Junction flight delayed but finally boarding.  From first to last.  Now sitting in the last row next to latrine.  Don’t you just love life!

Paul Moore:  Hold your breath!


7:59pm MDT

Mickey Moore:  We’ve arrived the the Grand Junction Airport.

Ryan Moore:  Welcome home.

Daniel de la Corte:  Glad you’re back!


8:14pm MDT

Mickey Moore:  Grandma is back home, watching the Rockies of course!  Love you Mom!


Scott Moore:  We love that!  I’m sure she does too!

Paul Moore:  Welcome back home Mickey.

The Oyster Poem and other writings by husband Robert Moore

Glenda was more than a fan of her late husband Bob's poetry, she lived her life through one of his poems, "The Oyster" and was the reason for another, "The Ring".  "The Gazelle" was inspired by Bob and Glenda's two sons.  Mom very much wanted Bob's verse to be a part of her memorial and the family is very happy to share these writings.

The Oyster

Hey, dumb oyster!
Yes you you nobody!

Where do you get your nerve
pretending to ignore
          ...the ache - the pain
That is yours?

That grain of sand was
Placed at your tender flesh
          ...for a reason.

Don't you know
That pain is to hurt and to
Remain forever?
Some crust have you to
Transform a well meaning aggravation -
          ...into something pleasant.

How can you ever expect to be
Anything but a dumb mollusk,
If you continue to produce
          ...pearls from problems?
Don't you wish to be a higher form?

Look my way, bivalved hard head!
And pay attention.
See what I do with the
Grains of sand that aggravate me.

Watch me transform them into
        ...and rage,
           ...and depression,
              ...and agony,
                 ...and tourment.

Known by most higher forms as

Please, friend oyster, help me
           ...to make pearls
              ...of my problems.

                              -- Robert Moore

The Ring

"With this ring
          ...I thee wed".

I will not allow it to
          ...encircle you,
             ...or contain you,
                ...or deny you
Growth beyond me.

Let this metal circle
Symbolize not
          ...a golden cell of confinement.

But instead,
          ...a polished key
Which fits any lock
          ...to any door
             ...you wish to pass.

My ring is a key as well.
And if my key
Does not open the same doors
          ...as yours -
I will not feel
             ...or inferior,
                ......or rejected,
But grateful.

For in you, I know someone
Who can venture into other areas,
And --
Is willing to share the rich experience
          ...with me.

                              -- Robert Moore

The Gazelle

You came into my pasture.
A Gazelle
          ...with head held high
             ...and body erect.

Your character radiating
                ...and grace.

How envious I am
Of those who share
          ...your life in
             ...your acerage.

Why are you here?

What interest could you have
In me - common stock?
I wonder for how long
We are allowed
          ...to graze together
             ...upon the grass of my pasture.

Not long.
And the level of consumption is clearly set!
For your speed
          ...and your grace
             ...and your life
Would surely be deminished
If the total desire
          ...were consumed.
And so you are destined to depart.
As quickly as you came,
With just a taste of my grass
          ...a promise to return
             ...and respect from me.

                              -- Robert Moore


(Handwritten on the back of Mexicana Airlines napkins while returning from vacation in Mexico)

Some time,
    … if you please,
        … to reflect an image
            … of Mexico,
And you.

I recall -
    … free cervesa
        … stone faced senorita stewardesses
And you.

I remember -
    … battered VW taxis
        … speeding through trash lands
             … culture shock!
And you.

I’ll not forget -
    … concern for the tickets
        … an ocean view from a balcony
             … orange bed spreads,
And you.

I can see -
    … a battered gray peso and a half bus
        … a toothless old Mexican serenading us
             … an interesting market place,
And you.

Yes, a trip of -
    … decisions - never made,
        … desire - never expressed,
             … LOVE - never lost!

                               -- Robert Moore


Glenda Jean (Davis) Moore
November 24, 1934 - June 17, 2017

Glenda Moore lived a full life from November 24, 1934 to June 17, 2017 when she passed away in Jena, Germany while on a trip with her church choir family.

She was born at home near Bridgeport, Nebraska to Albert and Edna Hinman Davis. Albert's job required the family to move frequently, living in Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, and Wyoming before settling in Colorado.

Glenda finished high school in 1952 and was Salutatorian of her class at Moffat County High School.  She graduated with a Bachelor of Business Administration Cum Laude from Loyola University in Chicago in 1987.

Glenda married Bob Moore at the First Congregational Church in Craig, Colorado on June 5, 1955. Through their marriage, they lived in various locations including Colorado and Illinois while Bob continued his education. Glenda supported the family by working in many administrative capacities at Loretto Heights College in Denver, University of Colorado (CU) legislation liaison office, the CU residential academic program, Mesa College, Metro State College, and others before finally landing at Merrill Lynch where she was supervisor of federal wire transfers when she retired in 1995.

After Bob's death in 1993, Glenda began fulfilling her passion for travel abroad. She traveled  to Germany many times while her son, Paul, was stationed there. As she put it, “I was in Germany every month of the year except for February and March”. She also visited England, Scotland, Ireland, France, Austria, Canada and Spain. Her final visit to Germany was with the church choir to celebrate the 500th anniversary of Martin Luther's reformation.

Glenda’s love of family was obvious as her eyes lit up when she spoke of them, with the grand and great-grandchildren holding a special place in her heart. She was such a giving person, which led her to many volunteer positions at the First Presbyterian Church, Heirlooms for Hospice, Community Food Bank of Grand Junction, HOA board member, PEO officer among others. Music was also an important part of her life, playing clarinet and piano in high school, alto and bass recorder for groups in Georgetown, Colorado and Grand Junction and singing in church choirs.

Glenda was preceded in death by her husband, Robert E. Moore and infant grandson Christopher Moore. She is survived by one sister Elaine DeuPree of Craig, Colorado and two sons, Mickey Moore (Carol) of Grand Junction, Colorado and Paul Moore of Ridgecrest, California; five grandchildren Daniel de la Corte of Denver, Colorado, Scott (Ashley) Moore of Ogden, Utah, Ryan (Morgan) Moore of Pilot Point, Texas, Andrea Moore of Tokyo, Japan, Patrick Moore of Ridgecrest, California; two great-grandchildren Evelyn and Benson Moore of Ogden, Utah.

Memorial services were held Saturday, July 8th at 11:00 a.m. at the First Presbyterian Church in Grand Junction. Memorial contributions in Glenda's name may be made to the First Presbyterian Church Music Program fund, 3940 27 1/2 Rd, Grand Junction, CO 81506 (firstpresgj.org) or HopeWest, 3090 North 12th St., #B, Grand Junction, CO 81506 (hopewestco.org/donate).

Glenda's Memorial

Memorial services were held 11:00 a.m. Saturday, July 8, 2017 at the First Presbyterian Church in Grand Junction.

Memorial contributions may be made to:

First Presbyterian Church, 3940 27 1/2 Rd, Grand Junction, CO 81506 or online at firstpresgj.org 

HopeWest, 3090 North 12th St., #B, Grand Junction, CO 81506 or  online at hopewestco.org/donate

Her last days and passing post above is the final chapter added to the following "My Memories" narrative written by Glenda.

My Memories - Early Childhood

Chapter 1 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

I was born November 24, 1934, on a dairy farm near Bridgeport, Nebraska. We lived on the dairy farm with my Grandpa Davis, who sold the milk and cream. The farm later went broke as this was the middle of the Great Depression. Mom tells me that she was in labor 2-1/2 days and the doctor told her later that it was a miracle either of us survived. When I was 17 months old my sister Elaine joined the family. Of course, I don’t remember any of these early days. When my sister was six weeks old, Dad went to work for a pipeline subsidiary of Standard Oil, Stanolind Pipeline Company, and worked for them until he retired 36 years later. While he worked for them the company had several name changes – Utah Service Company, Service Pipeline, among them. Later, Standard Oil would be Amoco, and currently, British Petroleum (BP).

Dad’s first job for the pipeline was to walk the pipeline searching for leaks. He covered the entire line in south central Nebraska twice a week. One time I remember he came home with snow blindness. I remember Mom had to lead him around as he was completely blind for several days before he began to see again. Now, of course, aircraft patrol the pipelines instead of walkers. We lived in Hershey, NE during this time.

The small, brown house with no bathroom (just an outhouse) across from the railroad tracks in Hershey was the first house I remember living in. I was four at the time. Elaine and I would be playing in front and hear the train coming. We would wave to the engineers and they would wave back. Our neighbor, Bert House, was an engineer on that train. Bert, his wife Lucy, along with her sister and husband, Violet and Roy Ziegenhagen, and their mother, Lulu Downs, kinda adopted Elaine and me. Neither Bert and Lucy, nor Roy and Vi had any children. Roy was the owner of the local Farmer’s Co-op, and they lived just around the corner from us. Mom had told E and me that she would have to take Dad to work early in the mornings, and if we woke up and she wasn’t there, we were to go next door to Lucy’s. One morning she drove around the block, and sure enough, there we were trailing our blankets on our way over to Lucy’s. Once in awhile we stayed all night at Vi’s. She always had a picture (generally a landscape with a house in it, a la Kincaide) over our bed and she would tell us to imagine we were in that house going to sleep. . . A nice way to comfort children going to bed in a strange place. Roy was a diabetic and he controlled it entirely with diet. Vi would cook special food for him and we girls thought it a treat to eat some of his “special” food.

Grandpa Davis stayed with us in this house in Hershey one winter. He made quilts. He bought wool just off a sheared sheep, carded it, made a batting, then used the ugliest striped flannel for the cover, but were they warm! He gave Mom two of them, and on to Elaine and me in later years. In this house, we had a dirt dugout cellar with stairs outside the house. It was just slightly bigger than his quilting frames. Elaine and I could watch him but had to sit on the steps leading to the cellar. Grandpa Davis had beautiful snow white, very thick hair. He would sit on the couch with Elaine and me on either side of him, combing his hair. And he snored!! Mom threatened to pour water into his mouth when he snored so loudly – but she never did!

We lived in Washington, KS when rumors of war (WWII) started. I remember Grandpa and Grandma Hinman, Uncle Bill and Uncle Pete were visiting us, and the grownups were listening to the radio and talking in very low voices. I was confused and scared. Later, when the war actually started, Dad tried to enlist in the Seabees, but they wouldn’t take him, partly because he worked for an essential company (Standolind Oil, a subsidiary of Standard Oil) and partly because they said he was too old (he was 32).

Dad was chosen to go to welding school in Tulsa, OK when I was about six. We lived in a small house near a college. While we were there, Grandpa Davis died. He had a habit of going to sleep when he would sit down to wait. He was living with Uncle Floyd in Torrington, Wyoming, at the time and was at the train station to mail a letter to Dad. In those days, you could post your letters directly on the train’s mail car. He had told the stationmaster he would wait for the train, and sat down to wait and went to sleep. When the train was coming and the stationmaster tried to wake him up, he couldn’t. This was in July, 1941. Aunt Lucille, Dad’s sister, died a year later.

Another time we lived in Tulsa briefly, and were in a duplex across from Tracy Park. The other side of the duplex was a beauty shop where Elaine got her first permanent. From this home we could see the PhilTower in downtown Tulsa change lights at night. We were living there in the summer during a polio scare. The folks wouldn’t let us go to the swimming pool in the Park, so we sunbathed in the back yard.

Dad took his vacation during harvest in the summers to go Nebraska so he could help with the harvest. We stayed with G and G Hinman, and of course, plenty of cousins were around to play with. Mom was the only one of seven children to leave the farming communities in Western Nebraska when she married. I was one of 23 cousins on my mom’s side, and I was about in the middle as far as age goes. My Uncle Verner and Aunt Kate lived in the same yard as G and G, and they had nine children, and with other uncles and aunts nearby with children, it was a lively time. Sometimes passing trains would set a field on fire and the harvesters would have to stop to put out the fire.

After church on Sundays, Grandma would go out with a long wire with a hook on the end to catch a chicken for dinner. She had a coal stove without a thermostat on the oven. She would just open the door to test the heat with her hand to tell her when to put in a pie, a cake, biscuits, or whatever she was baking. And the things she baked were perfect. I remember when they added a room on the house and had their first bathroom. Uncle Verners didn’t have a bathroom so they would come to Grandma’s for their weekly baths. Before that, I remember having our Saturday night baths in a big tub in the kitchen with the water heated on the coal stove. Vaneta and Lucille (cousins) were generally at the farm when we were, so the four of us girls would get our Saturday night baths in the tub, generally two at a time.

G and G’s house wasn’t very big. There was a porch where the men washed up before they came into the house, a large kitchen with a big round table, a living room and one bedroom downstairs. Upstairs was one large room with two double beds. The folks slept in one and E and I slept in the other. I don’t know where Uncles Pete and Bill slept when we were there, because that was their room. There was a window at each end of the big room upstairs, and I used to love watching the white curtains dance in the breeze.

My Memories - School

Chapter 2 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

I started school in Washington, KS when I was five. You could start at 5 in Kansas, and there was no kindergarten. In my second and third grades, I was in three different schools in three different cities/towns – Washington, KS; Tulsa, OK; and Topeka KS in second grade, and in Washington, Tulsa and Casper, WY in the third grade. The reason we moved so much was that during the War Dad was the only welder on the pipeline through Oklahoma, Kansas, Nebraska and into Wyoming. He had to go wherever welding was needed. The folks had a small, two-wheel trailer that we pulled behind the car. They saved the boxes from each move and Mom knew exactly what went into which box, and Dad knew exactly where each box fit in the trailer. He would come home on a Friday night and say that he had to be in such-and-such a place on Monday morning. We lived in furnished apartments most of the time these several years, and at times it was hard to find a place to live that would take children. Dogs, okay, but children, no. I remember in one apartment E and I slept on a rollaway made out each night in the kitchen. I think that was in Topeka in Fanny Troxell’s house. She used to worry about us girls when we were playing in the front yard in the evenings catching fireflies as there was a severe slope in the front yard to the street. She had a really old-fashioned living room complete with a Victrola. She played the song, “Big Rock Candy Mountain” on it one day for us.

When I was in the 4th grade we moved again to Casper. I struggled in school and almost didn’t pass the fourth grade, probably because I needed glasses, which I got a couple of years later. And it got better after that. During the next four years we lived in three different houses but all in the same school area, Jefferson School – 909 South Washington, 734 South Melrose, and the first house the folks ever bought – 441 East Fifth Street. After the folks died, I found the loan booklet for that house – they paid $4500 for it. It was two-bedrooms, one bath, kitchen, living room, dining room, all on the main floor. Downstairs was an apartment, but we didn’t rent it out. Elaine and I played down there during the summers. A friend, Gloria Simmons lived across the street. She was Jewish but we didn’t know what that meant. I had two special girlfriends from school – Jane Goodrich and Norma Rader. Jane’s cat had kittens and the three of us girls made birth certificates for them. The folks let me have one of the kittens, Fluffball (Fluffy). After about a year, Dad said it was too wild, and took it “to live with the jackrabbits.” I went back to visit Jane and Norma once after we moved away but it wasn’t the same. When I was in the 7th grade I had my first boyfriend, Milton Ground, and my first kiss. Walking home in a group from a Halloween party, Milton kissed me. Wonder where he is now.

We were living in the house on East Fifth in Casper when WWII ended. My cousin Ruth Hinman was staying with us that summer. Ruth was a little older than I, and Uncle Verner asked the folks to take her for the summer as she was getting too serious with a boyfriend. It worked as she broke up with him and started dating a guy, Noel, with whom she worked at the drugstore soda fountain. On V-J Day I remember horns starting honking, some of the folks’ friends came by and we all piled into their car. Dad was at work so he wasn’t along. But we were yelling and honking along with all the people in other cars.

I remember one Christmas while we were living in Casper. While the folks were at work, we looked in the closet where we knew Christmas presents were hidden. There was a small Singer sewing machine, mannikin models we could sew for, and several other gifts. It really spoiled the surprises of Christmas for me, and I never searched again for hidden Christmas presents. That Christmas, or maybe the one after that, Elaine and I were surprised with a brand new bicycle (that we had to share) on Christmas morning.

In the summer of 1947 we moved to Craig as Dad became a foreman of a work crew for the pipeline. That was my 8th grade in school and I finished high school there. The house was quite a large house, but not as nice as the one we left in Casper. The floors sloped, had to make a second bedroom out of one end of the living room, the bathroom was attached behind the kitchen, the kitchen sink was on a wall between two doors, one into the bathroom and the other to the back porch. There was an apartment upstairs, but was only rented for a short time. Then the folks had some remodeling done – the foundation shored up and leveled, the kitchen and bathroom remodeled, and Elaine and I had separate rooms upstairs. The yard was quite large where we had a garden, large, old trees and a huge lilac bush higher than my head. There was a little shed in the back, and Dad built a garage to the side of the house. It was really a comfortable house. Mom was much happier after the remodeling was done. It seemed she always looked back whenever we moved – that the place we went to wasn’t as nice as the one we left. She was a worrier – when Dad was late coming home, she worried. I always vowed that any move my family would make, I would think of it as an adventure. And not make my family unhappy by not liking the new situation.
I remember one Saturday morning Dad brought a crate of 25 live chickens home. Dad killed them and Mom and I scalded, picked feathers, cleaned and cut them up ready to freeze. That was a lot of work.

I was a freshman in the fall of 1948 at Moffat County High School. I was in the first class to go all four years in the new school. I got a C+ in science the first six week grading period of my freshman year. I did A and B work in class and on tests but didn’t do an extra credit project, so you can imagine I did the extra credit after that. I got mostly As and some Bs in high school and ended up being Salutatorian at graduation in 1952. I took business courses (typing, bookkeeping, shorthand, etc.) rather than college prep courses. Although I was chosen to receive a Joint Honor Scholarship which would have paid all tuition at any state school, I opted to start working. Looking back I think I was not socially ready to go away from home, and was scared to do so. Besides, I was very comfortable in the working world.
In typing tests, I got the highest in my class – 105 for a one-minute test with no errors, and 76 wpm on a ten minute test. And you could have just one error per minute of the 10-minute test. This was done, of course, on manual machines. Later when I was working and had my first electric machine, the repairman would get annoyed with me as I would bang the keys so hard, it would spring the typewriter keys.

I started dating Ron Raschke when I was a sophomore. He gave me a diamond ring at Christmas my junior year. He went into the Navy at the end of that year as he had graduated. I gave him back the ring when he came home at Christmas my senior year as I realized I was in love with love, not him. Good choice. I saw him once many years later and he was fat and pumping gas in a service station in Craig.

It took me 20 years to get my degree. I was able to take classes for almost nothing when working at colleges, so started to take advantage of that when I had been out of high school 15 years. My first class was English Comp 101. I took it one summer while working at CU. I had quite an awakening during that class. I realized that I was a unique individual – not someone’s wife, not someone’s mother, not someone’s secretary. I was me, a separate person. I took basic classes at CU-Boulder, CU-Colorado Springs and Mesa College. When we moved to Chicago, Bob urged me to finish my degree, so I went to Northwestern and Loyola in downtown Chicago to make a plan. I didn’t like the feeling at Northwestern, but did at Loyola. I finished my degree in three years and two summers while working full-time at Merrill Lynch. Because Merrill would pay tuition and books for business-related classes, I pursued the BBA (Business Administration) degree with a minor in Accounting. I could walk to my classes from work in about 35 minutes, then took a taxi home to the apartment after class. I found out the week of graduation that I had just enough hours from Loyola to qualify for cum laude honors as I graduated with a 3.55 grade point average in 1987. Bob had a surprise party for me at Billy Goat’s II on the first floor of the building where he worked. Mary Carstedt had called me from Bob’s office on the pretense of my having to pick up some budget materials for Bob as he was out of town. She then suggested we go down to have a glass of wine to celebrate. Elaine, who was in on the party plan, had come with me as she and Loyd and Mom and Dad had come for my graduation. I walked in and was greatly surprised. The biggest surprise was that Bob had brought Mickey and Paul from Denver with him to the party. I had seen the airline entries on the credit card statement (since I wrote the checks) so it wasn’t really a surprise for me. But I never told Bob. And it was a wonderful party!!

My Memories - Jobs/Career

Chapter 3 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

I started working while I was in high school. When I was a junior I worked for Virginia McCandless at the Marj Marr Shop. Virginia dictated letters to me and I typed them on Mom’s Smith Corona portable typewriter at night for 10 cents a letter on Marj Marr Shop stationery. The very first words Virginia dictated to me were “Words cannot express. . .” In the fall when I was a senior I started working at Radio Station KRAI as secretary/bookkeeper. I got out of school at 2:30 every afternoon and worked until 6:00, and all day Saturday, at 75 cents an hour. I took dictation for copy (radio ads) and letters, did the bookkeeping, was receptionist, wrote the 4:00 local news, etc. When I graduated and started working full time (48 hours/week) I also typed the daily log and had a half-hour women’s program on air. Later I went to work at Sheley’s Home Furnishings as accounts receivable bookkeeper.

I took about six years off and went back to work when the boys were 5-1/2 and 3-1/2. I worked at Loretto Heights College in Denver, and other colleges: University of Colorado in Boulder, Mesa College in GJ, Metro College in Denver, CU again, and finally, Merrill Lynch. I’ll talk about these jobs more in detail later.

My Memories - Life with Bob

Chapter 4 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

Bob Moore was working at the radio station while he was in high school, doing a music request show (Club 707, 707 being the phone number) in the evenings until the station went off the air at 10:00 p.m. We started dating in February, l954, and he graduated in 1955. We were married June 5, 1955, 10 days after he graduated. Bob was 19, I was 20. We were married in the Congregational Church in Craig by Rev. Mary Grubbs. I was working at that time at Sheley’s Home Furnishings, and Bob didn’t have a job. No one would hire him because he hadn’t fulfilled his military obligation and wasn’t 21. So he decided he should volunteer for the draft, and he went into the Army in October. When we were first married, we lived in an apartment in Bob’s folks’ house, and then, when they sold the apartment house and moved, we moved to the basement in their house. I stayed there while Bob was in basic training. He came home from basic training just a few days before Elaine and Jim Wilson were married on December 22, 1955.

After basic training Bob was stationed at Fort Monmouth, NJ, for a six-month radio repair school. It was unusual for a two-year volunteer to be assigned to a six-month school. But while he was in basic training, he was asked about his flat feet. He told his commander that they really bothered him, especially when he was on his feet a lot (although they were very normal for him, and never bothered him). So they marked him as non-Infantry and gave him the six-month school. I went with him to New Jersey, and this was quite an experience for two greenhorns from Colorado. Bob had never been further east than eastern Colorado, and I hadn’t been further east than western Missouri. We stayed the first night out with G and G Hinman. Some of the other aunts and uncles came for dinner also that night. We also stopped in Hershey, NE the next day to see the Farmer’s Co-op that Roy Ziegenhagen had owned. And then on to Long Branch, NJ.

We looked in the newspaper for apartment rentals, saw one, and found it. It was a small bungalow behind a large house, only about 2 blocks from the Ocean. Lucy who was Italian and her German husband lived with some of their eight children in the front of the large house. Greg and Marie Smith were in a small apartment in the rear. Dolly and Jim Feeney (a policeman) were the owners and lived next door. Our bungalow consisted of a large room that was a kitchen with a table and four chairs. A bedroom was on one side that was barely big enough for the bed and a chair which doubled as a nightstand, and on the other side of the kitchen was a bathroom that was the same size as the bedroom. I learned about mildew as our small wardrobe was in the bathroom, and with the humidity and dampness from the bathroom, a lot of my clothes mildewed. We got our first TV while in Long Branch. It was an Emerson (I think) in quite a large console. The screen was very small, probably 9 x 12 inches, but it was our main entertainment for six months. We had four or five stations out of NYC to choose from. The six months we were in Long Branch probably made our marriage, as we had to depend on each other, not run to Mom or Dad or friends.

We went to NYC several times, which was about 1-1/2 hours away. The first time we parked in the first parking garage we found after going through the Lincoln Tunnel. Then we walked to the Empire State Building, and probably ate somewhere. That was just a day trip. The next time George Ray, an Army buddy of Bob’s from Kankakee, IL, went along and we stopped at Newark Airport to pick up his girlfriend, Rainey. That time we stayed at the Victoria Hotel in Manhattan. Sunday morning Bob and I decided to drive around a bit. We were on Fifth Avenue by Central Park and at each intersection was a sign “Stop here for red light.” Seeing no red light at the intersection, we went on until a police car stopped us. He told us that there are red lights about every three blocks which have jurisdiction over each intersection in between. I guess he saw our Colorado license plate and realized we were out of our element, so didn’t give us a ticket. We were careful after that and didn’t do much more driving in midtown Manhattan.

My Memories - Family Life

Chapter 5 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

After the radio repair school was completed, Bob was sent to a post at Orleans, France. Bob’s folks and my mom came to NJ to help me drive back to Colorado to stay with my parents as I was pregnant. I did most of the driving in our ’52 Chevie as Mom was not used to a stick shift anymore. I drove with a box of crackers at my side as I was fighting morning sickness. If Michael has a NY accent, it’s possibly because of our stay at the Victoria Hotel in NYC . Michael was born on January 28, 1957, in Craig. The last month of my pregnancy I went to town to stay with Bob’s folks as Dad said he didn’t want to shovel me to town in a snowstorm. At that time my folks were living at the pumping station at Iles Grove, about 25 miles south of Craig. My labor pains started at noon on the 27th, a Sunday, and were very sporadic, so the folks had time to get to town. I had never seen my dad so flustered, putting his overshoes on the wrong feet, for example. They took me to the hospital about 10:00 p.m. Since my progress was quite slow, Dad went home, and Elaine came to town from their ranch in Axial Basin. She and Mom left the hospital about midnight, and came back the next morning. My water finally broke about 9:00 a.m. and I was on the way to the delivery room. It had snowed 14 inches overnight and Dr. Witham got his two cars stuck and had to call the receptionist at the hospital to come get him. He did make it in time for Michael Earl’s birth at 9:24 a.m., January 28. And Jimmie forgot to make the chicken croquettes for the luncheon menu at the café.

Mickey was 8-1/2 months old when Bob came home from France. Needless to say, my folks had became quite attached to their first grandchild during this time. We moved to Denver where Bob worked for George Cory (who also owned the radio stations in Craig and Montrose) putting in a new radio station in Denver. We bought a mobile coach, a 41-foot American, and first parked at a trailer park on Brighton Blvd. in Commerce City. We had decided to buy the mobile home because Bob didn’t know what he wanted to do career-wise, but he knew it would mean going to school. By the time the mobile home was paid for (42 months) our living expenses would be such that we figured he could go to college. We left Denver in June to go to Chadron, NE where Bob worked for Bill Finch in a radio station there. In the fall Bill said he didn’t need Bob anymore, and we found out that he had hired him to fill in for summer vacations without bothering to tell us. What a blow! I was also working at the radio station as bookkeeper, and Bill wanted me to stay on. We decided it was both of us or nothing so we each got a two-weeks' paycheck and went to Craig arriving there in the middle of the night. We had the mobile home moved back to Craig to LaDonne’s trailer park. Bob worked for Sheley’s Home Furnishings a couple of months at $250/month, which barely paid for our mobile home loan, trailer space, utilities, car loan, insurances, and nothing for groceries. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do asking Bill Bilsing at City Market if we could sign for credit. And it sure helped us out. Bob got on at Union Carbide in Maybell about Thanksgiving time. During this time I was pregnant with Paul and he was born at 11:36 a.m. January 13, 1959 in Craig. It took us about eight months to get our bills all paid – grocery, hospital, etc. But I was delighted to have TWO boys!!! At one time I had wanted a family of four boys. We had decided to go ahead to have a second child as we didn’t want Michael to be an only child, and we had years of schooling ahead of us.

We felt completely at home in Craig – getting involved in church work, making new friends, having both sets of grandparents nearby. Friends included Barb and Rick Koch, Bob and Kay Dey, and Rae and Dick Hoblin (Dick was the minister in the Congregational Church, who baptized Bob and Mickey after Bob came home from France, and Paul after he was born).

In the winter we went sledding with the Kochs. We found a long quarter-mile long hill northeast of town without much traffic. The three adults would take the four kids down the hill with the fourth driving the car so we could all ride back up the hill. I remember Paul, who was a year old, would just chuckle to himself all the way down the hill, sitting between my legs on the sled. We would start a fire at the side of the road and heat up beans in their tin can and cook hot dogs for lunch. We also played cards with the Koch’s at least once a week. We each had two kids, would put them down to sleep, and then carry the sleeping ones home. We decided we couldn’t have more than two kids as we wouldn’t have been able to carry them in one trip home.

But we felt it was time to get on with our plan of Bob’s going to college. He read an ad in the Denver Post of a job at Martin Marietta in Denver of technical assembly. This fit right in with the radio repair background that he had gotten at Fort Monmouth and worked at in France in the Army. He applied and went to Denver overnight for an interview. We didn’t tell any of our parents that he was going, so it was a complete surprise when we announced that Bob had a new job at Martin Marietta and that we would be moving there.

We moved to the Flying Saucer Trailer Court on West Hampden in Denver (actually in Sheridan) in August, 1960. Bob worked at the Prince Street location in Littleton of Martin Marietta actually making test equipment that tested the rocketry made by Martin. At the end of the first year (September, 1961) Bob went on the evening shift and started taking classes at CU Extension in downtown Denver in the Tramway Building. The students also called it UCLA, University of Colorado between Lawrence and Arapahoe. He got one full year of credits in two years’ part-time and working full-time. After two years’ part-time study he quit work and went to school full-time. While he was still working daytime and going to school at night, he would have his work car pool drop him at Loretto Heights College which was the end of the bus line. When he finished classes at night he would ride the bus back to Loretto, call me on the pay phone there, and he let it ring two times and hang up. That was my signal to go get him. Saved some dimes then.

In September, 1961, I went to work at Loretto Heights, a Catholic girls’ college. I was the secretary to Margaret Metzger, Director of Nursing. I was there two years until we moved to Boulder in the summer of 1963. By that time Bob had decided he wanted to teach and the School of Education was in Boulder. CU was still an Extension school of Boulder, which meant Bob could only get two years’ in basic core courses in Denver. We moved the mobile home again to a trailer park not far from the CU campus in Boulder. That location is now home of McGuckin’s Hardware. I was secretary in the Vice President for Business Affairs office for Homer Ball, Business Manager, and Jim Long, Assistant Treasurer. After a year we decided to sell the mobile home and get into student housing for Bob’s last year of school.

We moved to East Campus Court in a townhouse. We got just enough for the trailer to get some furniture and school books that year. Bob did get a NDSL loan which paid for the tuition his senior year. I think the total loan was $240, and that’s all the financial help we had during his schooling. So buying that mobile home when we were still dreaming was key to the plan. In August, 1965, Bob graduated with a degree in Distributed Studies/Science in Education. We moved that summer to a house on 19th Street as we couldn’t live in student housing after graduation. Bob had done his student teaching at Huron Junior HS in Denver, and they hired him starting in the fall.

Bob taught sciences at Huron Junior HS in Northglenn for two years (1965-1967). His first contract was $5,100 -- $5,000 for teaching, $100 for coaching eighth grade football. He made 37 cents an hour after figuring time spent teaching, coaching, grading papers, preparing, etc. In January, 1966, we bought our first house in Northglenn (10788 Northglenn Drive). While there we finished the unfinished basement with a recreation room and two bedrooms. There was already a bathroom in the basement. The boys were in first and third grades at Hulstrom Elementary School. And we were settled for a year and a half. In June, 1967, Bob had a chance to go to work at CU in the Civil Defense program at the Extension Center at about a third more pay than teachers’ salary. So back to Boulder we moved in August to 730 South Mohawk Street. It was a brand new house and we got to choose the finishing colors, countertops, carpets, etc. The boys were in third and fifth grades. During this time I worked first part-time in the CU legislative liaison office and then full-time for a year in the Residential Academic Program as secretary to Jean Ferris, who was the director of the program. Our office was in Sewell Hall with 400 students, which was the first co-ed dorm on campus. RAP was a program designed especially for students from smaller high schools who could have a smaller environment on a large campus. Jean got full professors to hold seminars in the dorm and each student had to take at least one seminar each semester. We had about 20 different seminars each semester. During this time in Boulder Bob worked on his master’s degree in Secondary Education Administration and received his MS in May, 1971.

August, 1971, saw us on the move again – this time to Grand Junction for six years, where Bob was the Director of the Western Slope CU Extension office. We bought a house in the Panorama subdivision, 2217 Yosemite in Grand Junction. I took my first airplane ride to look over the house that Bob had chosen. I was pleasantly surprised with the kitchen as it was very functional and had room for a dinette table. It was left very filthy by the previous tenants which meant Bob and Mickey spent time in GJ painting before we could move in. The boys started school at Fruita Junior High in the seventh and ninth grades. I had to do a mental re-evaluation since Fruita was in the conference that Craig was in when I was in school, and Fruita was the enemy. I adjusted. Both of the boys finished high school at Fruita Monument High School – Mickey in 1975, Paul in 1977.

I didn’t work the first year we were in Grand Junction. That turned out to be a good decision, because in March, 1972, Bob was diagnosed with Hodgkins’ Disease. He had the original operation to take out the tumors, which were just above his collarbone, then a second surgery to take out the spleen and “to take a serving of liver,” which was negative. He underwent six and a half weeks of radiation therapy. In the process he went from 178 pounds down to l38, but the radiation got rid of the cancer. A year and a half later, November 1973, Bob was in the hospital again with pleurapericarditis. We almost lost him during a procedure that put air into the pleura to take an x-ray, but he responded when the “Core Zero, CCU” loud speaker announcement brought all available doctors from throughout the hospital to handle the problem. I happened to be at the hospital visiting him on my coffee break time, and I discovered I was a pacer in stressful situations.

For five years beginning in September, 1973, I worked at Mesa College as secretary to Dick Appel, VP for Financial Affairs. In the summer of 1976 Bob decided he wanted to work on his doctorate and he couldn’t do it on the Western Slope, so he went over the mountain to start on his course work. Paul and I stayed in GJ so he could finish high school. I joined Bob in Denver and in Boulder after Paul graduated. I worked briefly at Metro State College in the English Department, and when we went to Boulder and lived in Marine Family Housing, I worked for an Education School contract with Norris Harms.

My Memories - Vacations

Chapter 6 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

While the boys were home, we mostly vacationed by taking camping trips, or visiting grandparents. Several times when Bob was going to school in Boulder, we packed up our VW bug with the tent on top, the boys in the back with a “Tobi nest” between then, and met my folks at Twin Lakes on the top of Grand Mesa. Tobi (a mostly beagle) was a good traveler and camper. When we were taking down the tent getting ready to come home, she would sit on the rug we placed at the door of the tent because she knew we wouldn’t leave without that rug.

We started out camping in a tent, then a tent trailer, and finally a camper on the back of “Phred,” the white wonder truck, pulling a 15-foot motor boat. We boated on Highline Lake west of Fruita with me driving the boat, and Bob and the boys taking turns waterskiing. I was not for buying the boat, but after an afternoon on the water in Cummings’ boat, I felt like I’d been on a week-long vacation, so I was sold. But still no waterskiing for me; I was happy driving the boat. I like to be on the water, not in it. We took several trips to Lake Powell, with the Cummings’ and Dowd’s.

Our first vacation other than camping was 1969 when we decided it was time that we discovered places in Colorado. We went to the Four Corners area, Durango, the Sand Dunes, Cripple Creek, and other places along the way. In 1970 we took a vacation to the East Coast. We had asked the boys if they wanted to go to the West Coast, which meant Disneyland, or the East Coast. Paul had just finished studying the Civil War in the 5th grade, so he wanted to go to the East Coast. I was delighted because that was my preference, too. After we were on our way, Bob confiscated all our watches, saying “we’ll eat when we’re hungry, sleep when we’re tired.” The boys thought that was pretty fine, especially when we would have a pizza supper at 10:00 p.m. We stopped in St. Louis for a Cardinals baseball game, the first major league game any of us saw. We saw Eisenhower’s birthplace in Abilene, Kansas, as well as Truman’s in Independence, MO. On the East Coast we went to Gettsyburg and the battlefields. We spent four days in Washington, D. C., seeing many of the major monuments, the Smithsonian, Congress, but were too late for the last tour at the White House. We stopped at Mount Vernon on our way out of the D. C. area, and went to Memphis to spend a night with my cousin, Vaneta and her husband, Bob. And then on down to Blairsville, Georgia, where Bob’s great-grandfather was from.

Blairsville gave us an eerie feeling. We wanted to find some Moore graves in a cemetery and found that there was not just one “town” cemetery, but each church had its own cemetery. We went to the largest church, a Baptist Church. It was Sunday early afternoon and the congregation was having a potluck dinner outside after church. We did not look like the locals as they were dressed in white shirts and overalls for the men, and print dresses for the women. At least I had put on a dress that day. We walked toward the cemetery and eyes followed us but not a single soul spoke to us. After looking around the cemetery for a brief time, we got back in the car and left. We found a place to eat, a buffet, and still not one person spoke to us. We definitely did not feel welcome.

After a stop in Kansas to visit friends Barb and Rick Koch and family we went home to Boulder.

The boys were in a lot of sports growing up: baseball, football, basketball for both of them, wrestling, track and golf for Mickey. Both were active in class leadership in high school and school musicals. Bob and I were kept busy and loved every minute of the boys’ activities.

My Memories - Empty Nesters

Chapter 7 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

When Mike left for college, Bob took him over to Boulder. I left his bed and his crazy wallpaper on the wall so he would have a place to sleep when he was home, but the afternoon he left I got busy and turned his room into my sewing room. When Paul graduated at Fruita Monument, I joined Bob in an apartment in Aurora, then in student housing (Marine Family Housing) as Bob was working on his doctorate.

Then it was a move to Colorado Springs in the summer of 1978 with Bob working at the Continuing Education office of the UCCS campus. We had decided that the CS campus too small for the both of us, so I answered a blind ad to a brokerage company for a sales assistant. When I went for the interview at Merrill Lynch I found that there was also position for the manager’s secretary, which is more what I wanted. I found out later I won out over 45 other applicants. So started my career at Merrill Lynch. John Shealey was my first boss, then Dave Wainwright. I sure learned a lot about the brokerage business while in the Colorado Springs office.

My Memories - Chicago

Chapter 8 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

In June, 1979, Bob was asked to go for an interview in Chicago for Director of Schools for Bank Marketing Association. I got to go along and we stayed at the Ambassador Hotel. I had never been to Chicago, and Bob had only been through Chicago on his way to be discharged from the Army. So it was a great experience for both of us. We both took an instant liking to Chicago, and the way we were treated. Chicago didn’t feel like a big city, but a bunch of small towns with its many different ethnic areas. One afternoon we had some spare time so took a bus to the Art Institute of Chicago, which has a fabulous Impressionist exhibit. Bob had especially liked Renoir’s Luncheon of the Rowing Party because Gene Kruse had a small picture of it on his desk. Bob and Gene traveled together during their Civil Defense days, and after a meal, would kick back with good conversation, which reminded Bob of the painting. Gene later died of cancer. The original was at the Art Institute, and we kept going back from other exhibits to look at it again. Bob told me “if I’m offered this job, we’re coming in Chicago.” He was, and we did. The Art Institute was one of my favorite lunchtime haunts. They had 30-minute lunchtime programs in different parts of the Institute. I could walk there in 10 minutes, attend the program, and get back to my desk (to have my yogurt). People would ask Bob why would he want to move to Chicago from Colorado. His response was “if I’m going to have a mid-life crisis, I want to be where there are good restaurants.” And Chicago has plenty of those. With both of the boys on their own, it was a delightful way to spend our first “empty nest” years – exploring a new city.

We settled in Evanston in the end unit of a six unit townhouse. It was really like being in a single family house as the people next door were quite old and weren’t there part of the year. When they were, they were very quiet. We moved in August, 1979, did lots of painting, wallpapering, taking down heavy drapes, and Christmas Eve (our first Christmas with just the two of us) found us putting all the furniture in place after new carpet was laid that day. We were just four blocks from the Northwestern commuter train, and, once downtown, both of us walked to our offices. The express train took only 20 minutes to get downtown as Evanston was the first town north of Chicago.

Dave Wainwright helped me get a transfer to the ML Chicago CQ office as secretary to the manager Dick Walsh. One ML office is like the next so the transition was not hard. Just had to learn new names. After being in the CQ office about a year, I was offered a job in the Regional Office, which was nearby. And a year after that, the 14 Regional Operations Centers opened across the U.S., which did most of the financial operations for the individual offices. I accepted the position of supervisor of Word Processing to the Chicago Regional Operations Center in the Insurance Exchange Building, just west of the Chicago Board of Trade. I became part trainer when we put in a new system for brokers requesting wire transfers for their clients. I was able to go to most of the ML offices that we serviced, including a trip to Madison and Green Bay, WI. Later supervisor in the mailroom was added to my duties. But my favorite job in Operations was as supervisor of Cashiering. This was a more technical, detail job which I really liked, which included deposits of clients’ payments, wire transfers and researching problems.

After living in Evanston for six years, we decided it was time to get our affairs in order to move back to Colorado when the opportunity arose, since both of our parents were getting older. (Ironically, Bob died before any of our parents.) I had been suggesting to Bob that we move to downtown, and he had been against it. I let it rest and about a year later, as we were on a plane going to Hawaii after a very wet spring when we had water in our basement, Bob said to me, “What if we sold the townhouse and moved into an apartment in the city?” Since by that time it was his idea, we decided to do it. We put the townhouse up for sale just before Bob went to Boulder for his two-week bank marketing class. Two days later we had a contract from a real estate agent that had gone through on an agents’ tour of the house. She already owned one of the other units. We moved to a brand new high rise building, Presidential Towers, just west of the Loop on Madison Avenue in downtown Chicago. We were in a one-bedroom apartment on the 39th floor, and were both just blocks from work. I could walk from our apartment to my desk in 12 minutes. What a commute!! We could see Comisky Park (White Sox) from our dining room windows, the lights of which were very welcome after a hard, cold Chicago winter. I had made a to-scale diagram of our apartment, and made to-scale cut-outs of the furniture we wanted to take. We sold everything else. When the movers came, they were surprised when I could tell them exactly where to put each piece of furniture. Going from a three-bedroom with basement home to a one-bedroom apartment was not easy, but we managed, and enjoyed the freedom that comes with getting rid of “stuff.”

It took us three years in the apartment before the opportunity came to go back to Colorado. About this time BMA was merging with American Bankers Association, which meant that everything was being moved to Washington, D. C. That was an out for us.

Bob and the furniture left in August, and I stayed in the empty apartment until I had completed ten years’ service with ML in October. I wanted to be sure that I was fully vested for retirement purposes. I did have an air mattress, a card table, a director’s chair, a radio, and borrowed pans and dishes. Late in October I boarded the train for Colorado, after a mostly enjoyable nine years in Chicago. We loved Chicago and what it offered, but not so much the weather – hot, humid summers, and freezing winds blowing off Lake Michigan in the winters.

I was able to travel a lot with Bob when we lived in Chicago. When he would have a school or a convention I would go to the city when he was finishing up his school or convention, and we would vacation for a week or so there. Had wonderful trips to Pittsburgh, Boston, New Orleans, Hawaii via San Francisco. Even took an overnight ferry and spent a week in Nova Scotia. Morris (the MG) had to sleep next to a fish truck on the way over in the ferry.

We spent our last wedding anniversary in New Orleans after Bob and David Wikoff had taught a class at LSU. Liz Wikoff and I flew down and met them in New Orleans. The first stop had to be an oyster bar. We stayed in a converted house of prostitution in the French Quarter with a beautiful courtyard and Victorian decorated rooms. One afternoon we had a swamp tour, which was much nicer than I had imagined. We saw crocodiles, snakes hanging in trees, lots of birds, etc. No bugs and very clean water, which was explained in that the swamp drains and cleans itself yearly. Liz and David helped us celebrate our 37th anniversary at Antoine’s restaurant.

My Memories - Back to Colorado

Chapter 9 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

We lived first in an apartment on the 14th floor of Brooks Towers in downtown Denver because we didn’t know where we wanted to buy. Downtown Denver was very different from downtown Chicago. Major League Baseball hadn’t come to Denver yet so downtown was very sleepy after dark.

Bob started working as a consultant to Bob Doctor’s Therex, a physical therapy company owned by Mickey’s father-in-law, Bob Doctor, as a marketing consultant. Then he made inquiry at University of Colorado at Denver in the Marketing Department, and they put him to work immediately. He taught marketing in the Business School, mostly to seniors and graduate students in the MBA program. He loved teaching and was a good teacher. In fact, just six weeks before he died, he was given an award of best teacher as voted by students, which was a highlight. This was also the day Patrick Robert was born in Germany, as we had gotten the telephone call from Paul early that morning, December 18, 1992.

I answered newspaper ads to find a job in downtown Denver, which I did as Assistant to the Treasurer of Newmont Mining. Newmont was moving its headquarters from New York City to Denver, and I was in NYC for six weeks training for my job. When I got back to Denver, I put most of the work onto the computer which had previously been done by hand by 2-1/2 people. When I got it all on the computer, it was a very boring job. I had to be at work by 7:00 a.m. as we worked with NY banks for loans, repayments, etc., and this had to be done early in the morning. I was generally through by 9:00 a.m. so was bored the rest of the day. The end of the month I actually worked about a day and a half on closing the books for that month. Then I got a reprieve.

I got a phone call one day at work from Bob Arimenta to tell me he was going to be the manager of the Operations Center in Denver, (Bob had been center manager in Chicago) and he would get me back on the ML payroll before the 13-months was up so I wouldn’t lose any benefits. The reorganization again of operations at Merrill Lynch meant that instead of the 14 regional centers, there would only be 3, and Denver was one. Denver handled all of the cashiering nationwide, half of the bookkeeping, and some other functions. I started out working with trainers, then into Cashiering. At first I was the only supervisor for wire transfers, deposits, problem resolution, etc. with 26 people reporting to me. Gradually as more offices came on line we hired more people and more supervisors. Since I had been the first supervisor, I could choose the area I wanted, and chose Fed wire transfers.

When we were fully on line with all the offices, I had 13 people in wire transfers. By the time I retired five years later, because of automation of the computerized banking functions, five people could do the job. The job was stressful with deadlines throughout the day, and, for the most part, problems had to be resolved same day. When I came back from vacation time, there was no backlog for me to go through, as any problem had already been handled. So it goes when you’re working with people’s money on a same-day basis. The unit had to be working from 7:00 a.m. for the East Coast offices and until 5:00 p.m. for the West Coast offices. I generally left home at 6:00 a.m. and got home at 6:00 p.m. when we lived in Georgetown. By the time I retired, the Fed Wire Unit was handling $750 million a day, ingoing and outgoing wire transfers for all equity clients of ML in all states. Working with brokers from different areas of the country was an experience. New York brokers would call with a problem and “demand” something be done. That would make my neck stiffen and be reluctant to do more than necessary. But when a southern broker would call and say, with southern accent, “I’ve got a problem, can you help me?” I’d bend over backwards to generally do more than necessary.

After a year in the apartment in downtown Denver, we looked around a lot to try to decide where we wanted to buy. We decided on Georgetown, a small Victorian-era mining town 45 miles west of Denver in the mountains. When we were vacationing in New England after Paul and Wendy were married, we happened onto a small fishing village in Maine on a rainy afternoon. We spent part of that rainy afternoon in a small café right on the ocean front. We decided at that time that we wanted a place that was as indigenous to Colorado as that fishing village was to Maine. And that meant the mountains. We decided on Georgetown as it was on the way to the western slope where our folks lived. It was a 50-minute commute from my garage to my desk in southwest Denver, with the first stoplight just two blocks from my office. I didn’t mind the commute as commuters know what lane they want to be in and what exit they want to take. The only bad times were Friday evenings when you had skiers in the winter and campers in the summer wanting to leave Denver for the weekend. So Bob and I would meet after work at a restaurant in the Lakewood area to have dinner before we went home on Friday nights. By that time the traffic had pretty well cleared. During the six winters I commuted to Denver, there were only four times I didn’t get either to work or home because of the roads. When in Denver, ML put me up at the Holiday Inn nearby, which even had a shuttle to pick me up at the office. And twice I stayed at home. And that was a better record than some of the gals who worked in the unit and lived in Denver.

The Georgetown house was just right for us. It had 3 bedrooms, bath and a half, a solarium, garage, nice yard in front, and we put in the yard in back. We completely repainted, re-curtained, wallpapered, installed hardwood floors in all but two bedrooms, and made it truly ours. We also built a gazebo in the back yard which we called “Andrea’s gazebo” since we were working on it when we got the call from Paul that Andrea Lee was being born. So we rushed to Fitzsimons Hospital to be there when she was born on August 18, 1991. Bob and I were ushered into the delivery room right after Andrea’s birth to see Wendy and the baby. This was a momentous and joyous occasion as Paul and Wendy had had a full term, stillborn baby about a year and a half before. Christopher Paul is buried at Fort Logan in Denver. (February, 1990)

I talked about Patrick’s and Andrea’s births, and I won’t be remiss in not telling about Scott and Ryan’s births. We were living in Chicago when Scott was born, but Bob was in Boulder as he had a BMA School in Boulder. I was at a Cubs baseball game, and when I got home my phone message machine was solid red as there were so many messages on it. Messages were from Bob, several times, from Michael, from uncles Brian and Craig Doctor, and Paul. Michael Scott was born in Denver on May 24, 1985. Before Scott was born, Bob would say that he didn’t think that a baby would change his life in any way. However, there wasn’t a sillier grandpa than Bob was.

When Ryan was born, Grandma Mickey Doctor and I were at Mickey and Patti’s house taking care of Scott when we got the call to come to the hospital as Ryan Patrick was about to be born. So we went to the hospital and waited. Pretty soon Michael came out to get Scott, and Mickey Doctor and I waited until Michael came out pushing a wheelchair with Patty, Scott and baby Ryan Patrick in it. The Grandpas Bob and Bob were at a DU hockey game and got the message when they called on a public phone in the middle of the game. The noise had been too loud so couldn’t hear their cell phone ring. This was November 20, 1987.

The end of January, 1993, we went to Chicago for Super Bowl weekend. When we lived there, four couples of us – Pat and Maria Hayes, Bill and Claire St. John, Mike and Cindy Lindahl, and Bob and I spent several Super Bowls together, with Bob's cheese and chili omelets at half time. This time we stayed at the St. John’s in St. Charles, and Pat and Maria came up for the game, too. We had a great time and Monday morning flew back to Denver. During the flight Bob started feeling bad, chills, achy, etc. We thought he had gotten the flu. He stayed in Denver to teach and I went on home. Shortly after I got home, Bob’s student assistant called to tell me he was sending Bob home as he really felt bad. I didn’t go to work the next morning and we called Bob’s oncologist, Dr. Glode at the CU Medical Center. From the symptoms the doctor agreed that it was probably the flu, but said to call him if he didn’t get better. That evening Bob seemed to be feeling a little better. In fact, we even watched some wrestling on the TV. About 4:00 the next morning, Bob got up and said he felt awful. I was going to take him in to the U of C Hospital and call his doctor. I helped him get dressed and was downstairs with the phone in my hand to call the doctor, to tell him to meet us at the hospital. Bob was at the top of stairs and wanted me to help him down. About halfway down the stairs, Bob said he had to sit down. He did and leaned back, and quit breathing. I called 911 and before the ambulance got there, Marty Writer, the young man next door, heard the call on his volunteer fire radio and came over. He started CPR before the ambulance got there. They continued CPR but could not bring Bob back. This was about 5:15 a.m. February 3, 1993, which was exactly five weeks to the hour that Bob Doctor died.

Dr. Glode wanted to do an autopsy knowing Bob’s medical history. The report came back “heart failure due to scar tissue around the heart due to unknown causes.” Of course, the unknown cause was the radiation he had had 21 years previously. I thought at the time maybe Bob would have lived had I taken him to the hospital the day before. But since it was heart failure nothing could have been done for him. If he had gone to the hospital they would have put tubes in him, but the result would have been the same. Bob would have hated that. Mickey, Patty, Scott and Ryan came up. Paul, Wendy, Andrea and Patrick (six weeks old) came from Germany and we had a memorial service for Bob on Saturday, Feb. 6. The next day we had Patrick baptized wearing a gown and coat that my dad had worn when he was baptized. When one life ends, another begins.
(Mickey and Patti were divorced that fall.)

My Memories - Life on My Own

Chapter 10 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

So, my life changed. I was still working and continued to do so for two more years. My work kept me going and I was very thankful for that. When I did retire, on April 7, 1995, Marilynn and Bob Pagano wanted to take me out to dinner that night. We went to Marietta’s (a spaghetti place up the road from Georgetown on U. S. 40). I was talking and not paying attention to anyone around me, but all of a sudden I saw Mickey and Carol. They had come up to surprise me from Dallas where they were living. And as we were seated in the dining room, many friends started coming in – and it really was a surprise!! I had loved my job but didn’t really miss it when I retired. I had decided to retire because all of my friends in Georgetown were having so much fun – snowshoeing, hiking, a stitch and bitch group, potluck dinners, just lots of get-togethers.

With snowshoeing and hiking, we would leave mid-morning and go up on Guanella Pass. Ten minutes later we’d be on the trail. After an hour or so of either snowshoeing or hiking, we would stop for lunch, have a 15-minute time of meditating or just enjoying the beautiful scenery around us, and then go back down the mountain home. When snowshoeing we didn’t follow trails, just took off up the mountain side. We had landmarks: the tree, the pond, the meadow (which turned out to be a huge boulder field when the snow melted), the rock. There were from four to ten of us on such hikes. During the full moon, we would organize a snowshoe with a potluck dinner at someone’s house before hand. There would be up to 30 people for this. Mickey and Carol went with us on one such moonlight snowshoe with Mickey deciding to go with his cross-country skis instead of snowshoes. I tried to talk him out of it, but he had to learn this lesson himself. At the end of each season (snowshoe or hiking) we would have a champagne breakfast up in the mountains. There were about ten of us ladies who were either widowed or never married who became very close friends.

A couple of weeks after I retired, I headed to Dallas for Mickey and Carol’s wedding. Mickey had detailed the trip for me, even as to what lane to be in for turns in certain towns or cities on the way. I arrived without incident. They were married at the Ft. Worth Botanical Gardens on April 22, 1995. With their wedding, I added another grandson, Daniel, who was 12. Scott was 9, and Ryan 7.

After I retired, I worked at several part-time jobs in Georgetown. Two days a week I worked at the Buckskin, a boutique, and found out I wasn’t cut out for retail work in a dress shop. I didn’t feel comfortable telling a lady she looked great in that size 12 dress when she should have been in a size 16. I also worked one morning a week at the town library doing bookkeeping for Friends of the Library. Also I did books for the Community Corrections Department in the Courthouse one morning a week. I think that if I ever worked again in retail, it would be either a fabric store or a bookstore.

In April, 1997, I sold my house in Georgetown and moved into a brand-new condo on the other side of town down by the lake. It was three-levels with nice large rooms, but lacking bathroom facilities on the main level. This made it a little difficult when I had an automobile accident on July 22 of that year while I was on my way to see Mom in GJ. I was calling her on my cell phone, lost focus on the road, lost control of the car and rolled over. I was completely paralyzed and couldn’t feel anything. A man stopped and came through the passenger door and held my head up until the ambulance got there. They took me to the nearest trauma unit which was in Glenwood Springs, stabilized me and from there helicoptered me to St. Mary’s in GJ. My neck was broken, as I thought, and Dr. Tice put me back together three days later by fusing C4 and C5 together. I slowly started getting feeling and movement back after the surgery. I was in the hospital for a month and then I stayed with Mom for another month, until my halo came off. I wore a neck brace for another few months and was in physical therapy for a year and a half. I learned a lot about myself during that time. I didn’t ever lose consciousness during the initial accident trauma and the Bible verse “Thou will keep her in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee, because she trusts in thee” (Isaiah 26:3), kept going through my mind. I think God was telling me to slow down and quit doing all the “busy” stuff and pay more attention to what was important. I feel my faith became stronger at this time.

Anyway, when I got home to the three-level condo it was a bit trying, but I re-learned how to go up and down stairs. I have some aftereffects, such as restless leg syndrome, some numbness and tingles at times on my right leg and my left side is slower. I really notice that when I play my recorder, my left hand just doesn’t move quickly enough on fast notes. It’s all due to the spinal cord bruising. But I’m very fortunate to be alive, walking, talking, thinking. Thank you, God. The moral to this story is “pay attention when you’re driving, and don’t use your cell phone when driving.”

My Memories - Foreign Travels

Chapter 11 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

I started traveling after Bob died. In June, 1993, I went overseas for the first time. I had told Paul and Wendy that I would come to Germany at least once a year and this was my first time. I flew into Frankfurt, using Bob’s frequent flier miles on United. After flying all night I arrived in a huge airport, not knowing the language (didn’t know what einfahrt or ausfahrt meant) or where to go. I followed a girl with a backpack that I knew was on my flight. Figured she was going to the baggage area, and she was. After a couple more stops after getting my luggage for ID checks, etc., I went through a quiet, dimly lit area through lanes between low counters, and all of a sudden two large doors swung open. Through these doors were the people waiting for arrivals, and I was sure happy to see that red-headed kid out there among the throng. So was my introduction to foreign travel.

On that and ensuing trips to Germany over the next 16 years, we saw many things in Germany and in France and Austria. One time we spent a week in Inzell, Germany, a small town in southern Germany and did day trips to Salzburg, Innsbruck, and Bodensee. I wanted to see Salzburg, Wendy Innsbruck and Paul the Bodensee, and that person was the tour guide for that city or area. The Inn we stayed in was very reasonable. Paul and Wendy had a suite and I had a single room. Their suite had complete kitchen facilities, but we didn’t use it except when we had carry-out. Breakfast came with the room and was very complete. I learned to take the top off a soft-boiled egg in an egg cup. And because I liked the kitchen towels that were pressed, I’ve been pressing my cotton kitchen towels at my house since then. The days we didn’t go on day trips, we stayed closer to Inzell, doing things Andrea and Patrick like to do, such as miniature golf.

I think I was in Germany every month of the year except for February and March. I spent several Christmases, Patrick and Andrea’s birthdays; went to Christmas Markets in different towns, parades, Octoberfests (celebrated in September), shopping. I averaged three trips every two years while they were in Germany. Christmas Markets were wonderful. One of the largest and best decorated was in downtown Stuttgart. A favorite was in a small town and was held just one Saturday in a large stone barn. There was even an ancient tractor with metal wheels in the back of the barn. Straw on the floor and nice, handmade crafts for sale. The last year I was there during Christmas Markets, we went to Esslingen where they also had a Renaissance Christmas Market. At that time we also went to Strasbourg, France, whose Market was a little more upscale. A couple of times I spent a week with Paul’s after going on a tours to another part of Europe. And two times from two different tours, I took Elaine and Rena with me. One time Rena Tucker (a high school friend of mine) spent a week with Paul's after a river cruise from Amsterdam to Vienna. Elaine’s turn came after a trip to England.

My first trip to Great Britain was to Scotland with Gale Haley (a travel agent from Evergreen and a friend of Mark and Denise Duffy. I worked with Mark at ML). There were 12 of us women and we bused all over Scotland. My roomie was Mary Forington and we got along very well. One gal and I even walked across St. Andrews Old golf course, and it was windy, which I understand is usual. After the others went back to the U. S. I went to Stuttgart for a week.

In 1996 Elaine and I went on a trip with Gale to England, with eight other women. We saw Les Miserables and shopped in London; stayed in an inn in Maidstone where we took day trips. They gave me the Queen’s room. A highlight was finding the parish church where Dolar and Margery Davis were married in 1624. We also went to Canterbury where we heard the choir practice in the Cathedral; to Brighton and the rocky beach; the White Cliffs of Dover and the tour of the underground WWII facilities; through Hastings where the battle of 1066 was talked about; Churchill’s home; many gardens, homes, etc. After that Elaine and I spent a week in Stuttgart.

The trip to Ireland was different in that it wasn’t a large tour. There were just four of us: Gale, her husband Jim, Vivian Dew (a longtime friend of Gale’s from L.A.) and me. We rented a car and went directly to Galway where we had apartment accommodations in a converted mill. On the balcony outside of Vivian’s and my apartment you could lean over and see the stream going under the building. We spent a week in Galway doing day trips in the area around: Cliffs of Mohr, Dingle Island, a tour of a crystal factory, an abbey, a pub on a night of Irish dancing and playing. On the way from Galway to Dublin we stayed overnight at a B & B run by Jane Wilson and her daughter. Jane and I talked into the night after the others had gone to bed in front of a peat fire in a very comfortable, very English sitting room. What an enjoyable evening. In Dublin we did more sightseeing and shopping. Vivian and I finally found a fabric store I was looking for after getting the address out of the phone book. I bought yardage for a grey herringbone wool long skirt. I also found a black herringbone jacket that I just “had to have.”

My first Elderhostel trip was to France in 2001 with a friend from Georgetown, Shirley Shimon. We went to Paris four days before we were to meet the tour because we were going standby. Shirley was a 30-year retiree of United Airlines as a flight attendant. I was going on her buddy pass. We didn’t have any trouble getting on standby, partly because it was just two weeks after 9-11, and because of her 30-years we went first class all the way. The first part of this trip we stayed in a small hotel just across the Seine from the Eiffel Tower. We first took a bus from the airport that Shirley had heard about from a UA friend of hers. That got us to a Metro hub which we took to several blocks from our hotel. I navigated us then to our hotel. And we found it without any problem. While we were waiting for our tour to begin, we saw several things that we knew were not on the Elderhostel Tour – spent a day at Giverny, the Rodin Museum, the Musee D’Orsee, Montmarte and Sacre Coeur, the Notre Dame Cathedral, St. Chapelle in the daytime (with the beautiful stained glass), Les Invalides where Napoleon’s crypt is, the Eiffel Tower, etc. After we met the Tour we spent another couple of days in Paris touring the Marais and other areas including the Bastille Monument. Then we bused to Tours where we spent a week doing day trips to different castles, chateaus, gardens and cathedrals, (Chenonceau Castle, Cathedral at St. Denis, Chinon Castle, Usse Castle, Chateau of Langeais, chateau of Blois, Gardens of Villandry, Chateau of Amboise, Chateau of Chambord). We had dinner one night on a working goat farm. We toured the Marc Brediff winery with storage and a tasting room in the chalk cliffs (Troglodytes). On the way back to Paris we saw the Chateau of Fountainbleu and Chateau of Versailles. One night back in Paris we attended a chamber music concert at St. Chapelle. I was glad we had seen St. Chapelle and its wonderful windows in the daytime, but the music at night made it magical.

When Shirley and I got back to DIA, we stopped at a MacDonalds for a Big Mac even before we got our luggage. After Bob had returned home from France while in the Army, he had heard there was a MacDonalds on the Champs Elysee in Paris, and he said he would never take me there as long as it was there. When Shirley and I were in Paris, we found out that MacDonalds was no longer there. It would have been nice to go to Paris with Bob, but Shirley proved to be a good substitute.

Another trip to Europe was with Rena Tucker, a high school classmate, who now lives in Tucson. We lost contact with each other about ten years out of high school, and reconnected at our 50th class reunion. I have visited Rena several times in Tucson during spring training for the Rockies. Rena and I went on a Grand Circle river cruise from Amsterdam to Vienna. Being novices to cruise travel we agreed to a room that happened to be just above the engine room, so we heard every single change of the engines as we went through the many locks at night. Other than that the trip was great. We traveled mostly at night and got off the ship during the day to see the sights that particular area or city had to offer. The end of the cruise was in Vienna and Rena and I had a free night there before going on to Stuttgart the next day. We made arrangements to meet grandson Scott and his companion on their Morman mission duties. We had dinner with them and then they showed us around the city a bit. Then on to Stuttgart for a week. I had taken conversational German in GJ and my one goal while in Stuttgart was to take the bus from a couple of blocks from P & W’s house, from Hegensberg to downtown Esslingen, do some shopping, eat lunch, and find our way back without getting lost or embarrassing ourselves. We did it!! Paul also took us to Ludwigsburg where we toured Crazy Louie’s castle. On a previous trip with P & W, I had seen another of Ludwig’s castle, Neuschwanstein.

Elaine and I went back to England in April, 2007 on another Elderhostel trip – Quintessential Britain. This time we started in London, went to Bath, the Cotswolds, Wales (with a tour of a slate quarry), Snowdonia, York, North Yorkshire, and on to Edinburgh. I think my favorite part was North Yorkshire (James Herriott country) and visiting the ruins of Rievault Abbey and the town of Rievault Village. The scenery was spectacular with lush rolling hills and very friendly people. They gave us lunch in the town community center and told us about the town. The Abbey was vacated when Henry VIII outlawed Catholicism and closed the monasteries. The 39 buildings in the town were made from the stones from the Abbey. I took a picture of a stone cottage and where I could happily spend the rest of my days. This picture is now the wallpaper on this computer. I also bought a book from the author who served us lunch in Rievault Village. Our tour guide, Peter, was primarily interested in archeology and nature, so that was the emphasis of our trip, which was different from other tours, and very interesting. We took many walks around towns, wooded areas, to castles, etc. One small tidbit of interesting information was that you could tell how important a small town was by seeing if it had a red letter box. That way you knew the town had daily mail service, and was considered important. Elaine had had arthroscopic surgery on a knee about a month before we left for England, so she was icing it down each evening. One of us would go to the bar with a small plastic bag and ask for ice. Invariably, the bartender would ask, “would you like a glass with that?” Then we would explain it was for a knee. But she got along just fine during the trip with a few minor adjustments, such as not taking the long hikes, and stretching out her leg when we were in the bus.

In May, 2007, three friends and I from Grand Junction – Charlotte McCormick, Eleanor Batt, Mary Lou Welch and I – took a week-long Elderhostel trip to Montreal and Quebec City. We went to Denver the day before we were to fly out of DIA (I was the driver by default) so we could spend the afternoon at the addition to the Denver Art Museum (DAM). The next day we flew to Montreal directly from Denver. In both cities we stayed in the old part of the towns and saw so much. I loved it; it was the next best thing to being in France, which I love. Charlotte and I stayed together and Eleanor and Mary Lou were in another room. It worked out perfectly, as Eleanor and I, both being early birds, would get ready and go out for an early walk, while Charlotte and Mary Lou took their time getting up and ready. We had wonderful food, great tours of many interesting places, and heard much French, of which I understand maybe one word in ten. In Quebec City probably the highlight was hearing the QC Symphony and the next night a Chamber Music concert by some of the symphony artists. A handmade organ was dedicated at this concert.

In October 2010, Charlotte, Eleanor and Mary Lou and I went again to Canada on a Canadian Rockies trip. We took an extra day so we could go to Bushart Gardens in Vancouver on a ferry. The next day we boarded a train for an overnight trip to Jasper. We were in Jasper a couple of days during which time we went on a trip to a glacier. By coach we went to Lake Louise over one night and then on to Banff where we stayed in a replica of a Scottish castle for a couple of days. Day trips from Banff and then on to Calgary, where we had dinner at the Saddledome, where the Calgary Canucks play hockey and the Calgary Stampede is held. On home after a great trip.

Fall of 2013, Rena and I went to Italy. That was the last place in Europe I really wanted to see. The first stop was Rome where we visited the Colosseum, saw the cross hanging in the Emperor’s Gate; the Forum; the Pantheon; Trevi Fountain, where Rena and I both tossed coins. On to Florence which was really my favorite part of the trip. In Florence we saw many museums, galleries, churches, David, the Baptistry, and we could walk everywhere we wanted to go. Next was Venice. A canal gondola ride, St. Mark’s Cathedral, the outdoor market, the Ducal Palace, a trip to Murano to see glassblowing, and a farewell dinner in our hotel. One disappointment was that we had very little pasta. The food was excellent, but very little pasta. d

In December, 2013, Elaine and I made a trip to Williamsburg, VA. I had wanted to go there for a long time. In fact, the summer we went to the East Coast (1970) we went past the turnoff to Williamsburg. Bob asked if I wanted to stop. I told him only if we could spend several days there, which I knew we couldn’t at the time. So 43 years later, I got to spend a week in Williamsburg. It was fascinating and very interesting. I would love to go back in the spring and see the magnolias in bloom. It is a beautiful part of the country.

I have many pictures of these trips in albums and enjoy reliving them. Some pictures in albums, but the last couple of trips have been on digital camera, so the pictures are on CDs and in this computer. What fun this electronic age is.

My Memories - Life in GJ 2nd Time Around

Chapter 12 of Glenda's Memories narrative.

In 2002 I made the decision to move to Grand Junction. The reason was two-fold – it was time to get out of the mountains and the wind in Georgetown, and time to be nearer to Mom. She had moved from their townhouse to the Atrium (an independent living facility) about four years after Dad’s death in 1996. I was glad I could be closer to her for her last three years. She died two days before Christmas, 2005, just sitting in her chair. She had been alone for 10 years after Dad died and, I think, missed him more each day. Mom and I hadn't lived in the same town for about 40 years.

After selling my townhouse in Georgetown, I moved in October, 2002, to an apartment in Lakeside in Grand Junctionjust across the street from the Atrium while my house was being built in Fountain Greens. I had chosen the lot (to face the south) and watched the 4-1/2 months of building MY house. I came out after church on Sundays to take pictures of the progress until it got to the point that it was locked. Then I had to come during the week while the workers were there. I moved in on February 28, 2003. My house is just the right size for me – three bedrooms, two baths, covered patio, two car garage, 1350 square feet. My furniture fits just right – only had to get two new barstools for the kitchen island. Since I moved in I’ve had the patio screened in, put another row of kitchen cabinets on top of the existing ones since I had 24 inches of space between the existing cabinets and the ceiling, and had hardwood put in the living room, and later in all three bedrooms. Can’t think of anything else that would make it more comfortable and cozy. And the two car garage comes in handy when I was storing donated books for the church book sale, because I have just one car. My friend, Bob McCormick, had built a row of six-foot cabinets in the back of the garage for Christmas decorations and other stored things.

I haven’t spent all my time traveling since I retired. I do a lot of church activities, where I feel completely at home. I head up the Library Team meeting once a week to take care of the checked-out and returned books, as well as anything else that needs to be done. I sing alto in the church choir and that is very fulfilling. Our organist is Kent Bates, and his wife Therese, directs the choir. We are so fortunate in having Tom Hansen as our pastor. He is young, energetic, a good speaker, teacher, and seems to say just what I need to hear. I go to his Wednesday in the Word study group at which time we preview the scripture for the next Sunday’s sermon. It’s a small group and we’re getting closer as we go along sharing our lives and thoughts. I’m also in one of the three P.W. Circles, taking my turn at chairing the Circle and the P.W. Board. Our main purpose besides Bible study is doing mission work – both locally and foreign. We make baby gowns, blankets, etc. for foreign mission, and also donate money and items for local missions, such as an abused women and children’s shelter, a pregnancy center, etc.

A big job in the church library was putting the card catalog on computer. I had wanted to purchase the computer myself, but I was told it should come out of memorial funds. So I donated the necessary funds for a memorial in Bob’s name, which worked out just fine. What I had thought would take me four months actually took me just six weeks the spring of 2006. The reason was that we found a program that hooked up with several bookstores as well as the Library of Congress on the internet. After entering the ISBN or Library of Congress number of the book, the information would come back. We got about 90-95% return, so manual input was minimal. We also have book sales every other year to supplement the library budget. Although we've decided now that the effort in getting the booksale done isn't worth the return. With e-books being so popular now, many people don't buy books anymore. After 11 years as the librarian, I found a replacement. Cathy Thomas retired as a librarian and asked if I was still looking for someone to take over the library. She is doing a great job.

I enjoy doing handwork, especially in the evenings – rug braiding, counted cross stitch, knitting and crocheting. Mom had crocheted potholders for years, and she passed the know-how on to me. I make them a little larger than hers as I was always burning myself with the ones she made. I’ve made several rugs – the first was a 7-foot round rug that I used in our living room in Georgetown. I’ve made 3’ x 5’ rugs for Wendy, Carol, and Elaine, and a couple for me. In counted cross stitch my big projects were a piece for Elaine’s birthday of things to do with sewing; a Victorian Christmas scene on a table topper, and a French floral shop piece. My last knitting project was a sweater from wool yarn when I was in Ireland. And in 2010 I took up weaving. I had mentioned to Gladys Miller that I would like to learn, and she found a free rigid heddle loom for me. I'm having lots of fun with my very basic loom, making place mats, table runners, dishtowels, scarves. tote bags, etc. And in August 2012 a Schacht baby wolf loom came to my house. Another new thing to learn.


Another activity I enjoy is playing the recorders (Renaissance flutes). I have five of them – base, tenor, alto, soprano and sopranino. I play base and alto mostly. Our group plays at the Renaissance Faire in August, at schools, church services, the annual garden tour, and for fun. Not only is the music fun to play, but we also have fun with each other – a good social time while we practice. We’ve had Boar’s Head dinners at Christmastime, but currently the madrigal singing group has disbanded, so haven’t had that the past couple of years. Hopefully, it will start up again sometime. I took piano lessons until my senior year in high school. I was never comfortable playing anything by memory as I panicked and didn’t play well in recitals. I only play piano now for me. (Bob gave me a Roland digital piano for my birthday that last year he was alive.) I am much more at ease in groups with the music in front of me. I played clarinet in high school in the band, and in my junior and senior years, was second chair with only Tom Wagner ahead of me. Transferring to recorders was easy in that the sopranino, alto and bass have similar fingerings as the lower register of the clarinet, and the soprano and tenor the same as the upper register. I also sang in an octet in high school and we sang at our high school graduation.

I’m also in a P.E.O. chapter. I joined after I retired to the Idaho Springs-Georgetown chapter AP, and then transferred to Chapter DY in Grand Junction. That was Mom’s chapter, so of course, that’s the one I went to. Mom and Elaine had both been in P.E.O. for many years and came to my initiation in 1996.

And always, there are visits with friends and family. With Elaine living just 150 miles away, we see each other quite often. Mickey and Carol in Dallas, their boys grown and in college or on their own; Paul and Wendy in Ridgecrest, CA now after 14 of the last 16 years in Germany. It’s good to have them one time zone away rather than eight. As I write this in 2007, Andrea and Patrick are in high school and doing teenage activities. My family is my delight!!! Each fall, cousins Vickie and Marilyn, Elaine and I get together at one of our houses (we take turns hosting). It’s always a good time of laughter, eating, and much talking. Elaine and I have taken a couple of trips with cousins Vaneta and Lucille, once to Chicago where I got to be tour guide and visit my favorite places in Chicago, and once to San Antonio, where Elaine was tour guide. We’ve also gone to Hinman cousin reunions in Nebraska, and every other year, we used to have Davis family reunions, but they have almost petered out as the next generation doesn’t know each other. But there’s still the Round Robin among the Davis cousins, as all of our parents’ generation are gone except in memory.

I expect to have more additions of this as time goes on, because I still have a lot of living to do, places to go, people to see, things to do.

The year has been pretty uneventful until April 21, just two days before Elaine’s 72nd birthday. That was the day that Elaine’s doctor told her she had multiple myeloma (bone marrow cancer). She is working with the Shaw Regional Cancer Clinic in Edwards and staying with Von and Molly in Steamboat Springs. I had offered for her to stay with me as the doctors, hospital and different treatments are available just two miles from my house. But with Von’s being a chiropractor and knows more of the medical community there and the medical terminology, they thought it best she stay with them. She began chemo on May 20 and is finishing her fourth cycle August 1. She was able to transfer to SS for her treatment and work with a doctor from the CU Medical Center who is a specialist with multiple myeloma. His goal, and of course ours, is to get her to remission.

The end of May I went on a Theatre Tour in Denver with Margaret (a travel agent in Montrose). Lois Grenfell, Eleanor Batt and Charlotte McCormick were in the group, and we saw stage plays of Mamma Mia, Will Rogers Follies, and Three ‘Mo Divas. Also did a little shopping in downtown Denver and Flatirons Crossing shopping center, and saw a film at I’Max. Great time! Good company!

The last week of July I spent a couple of days in Georgetown visiting friends and staying with Shirley Shimon (trip to France co-traveler). Then on to Salida where I attended a rug braiding workshop. My teacher when I took a class in 1990, Norma Sturgis, was there, and I hadn’t seen her for about 15 years. I learned a new way to butt the last two rows of braiding from Anne Eastwood, a teacher from Florida. Also learned other hints in rug braiding. I’m planning on going back again next year.

(2015) After braiding rugs for 25 years, it is becoming too hard on my arms and shoulders, so I made one last rug, round, 6 feet in diameter that will go in our Hahns’ Peak Cabin when we get it renovated and expanded. I’ve also just completed two crocheted baby afghans and two rag crib quilts for the great-grans (a boy and a girl) that are expected in June from Scott and Ashley. So I can get back to weaving again.

Elaine is in remission again. She had another round or oral chemo in 2013, but has been without chemo since December, 2013.

I’m in my third year on Session at Church so will be finished with that in December. Also in December I will end my three-year stint as chairman of our HOA. I’ve also chaired our weaving group this year, so that will also end by summer. Plan to do a lot more weaving, and reading, and just having me-time. This last year I also chaired a search team for the Music Director at Church. We were able to get a very talented young man from San Diego - John Howard. He started in September, 2014, and already the choir has performed a Christmas cantata, a Good Friday cantata, and are now planning for a Story in Song service in May. We also hired a new Contemporary Worship Leader, Joshua Sherman. So I think my chairing search teams is over.