The friendships between the Horton and the Boley families go back several generations. My earliest memories include Glen and Jeanne and their kids. Polly, of course, became my best friend in kindergarten and remains so today. Growing up, many nights of my teenage years were spent at the Horton home. Behind the closed door of Polly's bedroom, we would plot our next great adventure. Luckily Glen and Jeanne were always quite tolerant of our mischief making and embraced me like one of the family. Over the years, when I would com home to visit my parents, a stop to see Glen and Jeanne was often part of my ritual.
It was in more recent times that I gained such a deep appreciation for my friend Glen. He always shared a wealth of knowledge about local history and was full of stories about my dad, grandparents and great grandparents. He was kind enough to document some of the wonderful stories of our family history for my sister Louie and me, in the form of his beautiful handwritten letters. We will cherish them forever. But my favorite memories are the visits Glen and I would share on his condo deck or at his cabin. They were always spontaneous, covering multiple interests we didn't know we shared in common. It was like opening a good book and being transported to a magical place for a few hours, until you realized you have to stop, to go home and make dinner. Glen was always well read and aware of the changing world around him. We often exchanged interesting articles, favorite books, and occasionally political views. He always told me his goal was to learn something new every day. I'm sure he accomplished that goal and left us with an example of a life well lived. I will miss my friend Glen.
Kathy Boley Mitchell
Luann Boley Yoder
