I just found the notice of Glen's passing. Our group in Salt Lake City were sitting and talking about how much fun we had with Glen. I worked with him for 15 years and it was a blast when we went out in the field together. We'd bring our golf clubs and tennis rackets. I never once beat him but he never rubbed it in. We spent a lot of time together from Newfoundland to Peru. In Peru we were working at 12,000' and had to climb about 50 stairs to get from the bunkhouse to the cookhouse. We could never make the whole flight of stairs without have to stop and catch our breath and have a smoke!
A group of us would play tennis every Saturday morning and then go have breakfast. He was a natural jock. The only time he ever got mad was when we were out in the wind. He hated the wind. He once talked me into buying a four plex with him. That was the biggest mistake of my life. Ever weekend we were trying to fix the places up. We even sent our wives to collect the rent because the tenants wouldn't beat up a woman. For years after that whenever we called each other the greeting would be. "Mr. Cressman my roof is leaking."
The last time we got together was 2010 in San Diego and when he came back for Gary Shuey's funeral. His memory was starting to fade but he was still the true gentleman.
It saddens me deeply to learn of Glen's passing. I had not seen or been in touch with him since 1978, when I left ASARCO in Salt Lake to join the U.S. Geological Survey. However, I thought of Glenn often over the years and reflected on the many adventures and other good times we shared, both in the field and in the office during the four years I worked for ASARCO. I remember Glen as a true gentleman....always friendly and thoughtful, but also as a highly competent and hard working colleague. I truly enjoyed our times together, and I will continue to miss him, but now in a little different way.
I always looked forward to Uncle Glen's visits, we tried to get our whole family together.
When I was very young, I always ran and got the fly swatter when my dad (Marvin) and Uncle Glen played crokinole.
One of them seems to take a second shot!!!!
That last time I called him, it was a difficult conversation, but his laughter came through.
Will miss him.
I met Glen, about 13 years ago when I started dating Andrew, Earl's son. Glen would say the same thing to me every time I would see him and I would remind him my name is Christy. He would say, "my daughter's name is Christi, how do you spell your name? She spell's her name with an "i". He said it every time without fail. He loved to reminiscence about working my husband and playing hockey. He was a kind man with a big smile.
My condolences to Christi with an "i" :-) and the rest of the family. RIP Glen.
This hurt’s extremely deeply. I wish I had gone to see him when my the last child was born. I know he would have loved to have gotten known his great granddaughter Paciencia and his great grandson Rosalio Aguayo. I regret not going to visiting him or not calling him years. It will be one of my biggest regrets cause he was the best grandfather any kid could ask for. He taught me so much with every visit to us in Florida on his yearly trips. Like how to play crokinole. We would play at least once when was visiting with us. I will always love you. You will in mind heart soul and make sure tell my about you teach about corkinole. Your memory forver. I love you so much.
I spent the last six months of Glen’s life with him. When he came to us he was aggressive and wouldn’t listen. Over a short period of time he grew very attached to me and would often follow me around in his wheel chair smiling asking “here?” Every time Id walk farther. His incredible character and humor shown through his clouded mind. He’d always greet me by holding my hand to his chest and smiling up at me. Even the last day I visited him in the hospital I said in his ear “goodnight glen” and he opened his eyes wide, smiled and tried to grab my hand even though he was so weak. Glen impacted me so much, much more than any other patient I’ve had. I’m heartbroken to no longer have the privilege of his presence and affection, but I know he is in a better place. I like many other nurses and patients here love Glen and will continue his memory here with us.
I have a ton of memories, of course, but as I sit here in my home in Apex, NC, everywhere I look I see him because of everything he helped me with when I first moved in. He painted almost every room in the house, hung five ceiling fans and two light fixtures, and hung blinds for 22 windows! When he was doing his cross country tours I'd ask him if he was bringing his tools and come up with a list of stuff for him to do. One year I had told him I didn't need anything - just leave the tools behind. Then I went upstairs and thought about a new paint color and a closet door that needed a bit of work and called him right back - never mind, please bring them - ha.
One of my favorite things about Dad was how much he did for all of us and the way he did it - from yard care for our house in Salt Lake City, to bringing back rocks from his work trips for Mom to put in her rock garden, to driving me across the country for my move to North Carolina, and to helping me setup my new home. He would mumble and grumble loudly a bit about something that wasn't quite working out and then the next second flash a smile and make a joke.
I will remember hitting balls at the Mick Riley driving range and how he often went beyond 300 yards. I will remember playing gin and wild rummy and cribbage and crokinole and what a good sportsman he was. On my projects, he didn't ask if I had won or lost and instead was interested in whether or not I had done my best. I will remember our family trips across country and how safe and secure I always felt with him and Mom. To this day, I still like to do long road trips in my car - I think I get that from him :)
Dad was always there for us and would help us at a moment's notice and I never doubted that. He was always honest and forthright and I can't think of a time when he knowingly did harm to anyone.
These last years have been tough as his illness took hold and it's been difficult not being able to interact with him the way we did before. But every now and then he'd look at me and smile or nod his head as he did whenever he was saying something was okay with him and I saw my Dad as he always was.
He was the best and I will miss him terribly.
(I can't find a way to add our descriptions to the uploaded photos so I'm putting it here for now):
-Knoxville Knights hockey team photo
-"Christmas Gift" photo that ran in local paper after I was born in Dec 1964
-All eight Cressman siblings - Dad is in top row on the far left
-Dad and me on Christmas in SLC
-Dad with his beloved Beef Stick summer sausage
-Dad at work with ASARCO
-Dad working on the coffee table he made for me
-Tea cart Dad made of black walnut
-Top of poster Dad made for a school reunion he couldn't attend in 1994.
-Bottom of poster
-Dad with Michael out golfing
-Dad with his reading glasses