Sam Glover was an important figure in my formative years. Coming from a farm background, a visit to his ranch was always an exciting time. Although I spent most of my time as a small boy getting into mischief with Joy and Herb, it was Sam and my Aunt Terry that were the dominant figures. Sam was a hardworking man who scratched a living out of the rocky soil north of Pine Lake. With eight children to feed, it is surprising how he kept his humor through the long hours of field work and animal care. It is easy to remember his broad smile with his bubbling laugh that lit the room as he told tales of life in the area. As the years rolled by, I was more of a distant observer of the family, coming together for weddings and funerals. Sam did not seem to age like so many of his peers. His outward energy still glowed, despite some very difficult times. When my own children were small, we stopped at Herb’s place just before Christmas. Sam herded the many grandchildren, including my own into the basement. He was a kid magnet in every way. As the children raced around he would grab them one at a time in a loving catch and release game. My children joined in as if this was an everyday occurrence. The last time we spoke, I stopped at the farm, while he and Lil were still in residence. He took the time to tell stories of my long gone Aunt Terry. It was a special day with a special couple. I will miss him.