In Memoriam: Doris Louise Glover

doris_my-love-always.jpegIt is with a heavy heart that I share that my grandma passed away peacefully on July 10 at the age of 91 in Tomball, Texas, the same small town where her mother passed away 39 years earlier. Grandma lived a full and adventurous life, filled with love, and I was lucky to have her in my life for 36 years starting the day I was born. She was there for me through every major life event – gymnastics meets, graduations, my wedding – but more importantly, she was there for all the days in between. For the mundane things like changing diapers, making macaroni and cheese, and swimming in the pool. She consistently wrote me letters when I was away at college, telling me about the weather, how her garden was doing, and what was happening back home. My grandma was a second mom to me and my sister, a woman who provided a home in which I felt fully comfortable, in whom I had compete trust, and whose love I could always count on. She was truly a guiding light, a calm in every storm, and someone I will miss dearly.

1929_Doris DewingDoris was born in Fulham (west London) in 1928 to Arthur Dewing (a baker) and Ellen Louise (Banton) Dewing. Her early life growing up was very typical of a young, working family in London.

1933-ramsgate_doris-age-6-and-arthur-age-3.jpegHowever, on September 1, 1939, two days before war was declared, eleven-year-old Doris Dewing and her eight-year-old brother, Arthur, got on a train leaving London for an unknown destination. They each had a label with their name attached to them, and they each carried a single bag and their gasmask. Their parents joined a throng at the station with questions but got no answers. (There is a book written about this mass evacuation of children from the city to safeguard them from the imminent bombing, called No Time to Wave Goodbye by Ben Wicks.) 

They arrived at Saunderton Lee, a small town in Buckinghamshire near Princes Risborough and were billeted with another brother and sister with the Eddles, a country farmer and his wife. There was little consideration for compatibility, and if you had room in your house for four evacuees you got four allocated to you. 

1941-05-17_doris-dewing_taken-in-aylesbury-where-doris-was-evacuated.jpegDoris went to school in Princes Risborough and, after a year, she and her brother were moved to Aylesbury to a different school. At both locations they were treated well but were expected to help with the family chores. Their parents visited only occasionally for the day and most of that day was used up by the actual journey.

After about a year, with no bombs falling on London, Doris and Arthur, together with most of the evacuees, moved back home. That’s when the bombing started again and they, with their parents, slept in an “Anderson shelter” in their back garden. The city provided shelters to all who wanted them, and the Anderson shelter was the most common. It was like a small Nissen hut partially buried in the ground with sandbags on top of it. They came with four bunk beds. 

One night while the family was safely in their shelter, their house received bomb damage enough for them to move into another house. All this time, Doris and Arthur were going to school. One evening Doris’ mother called them to come up onto the roof from where they could see their school burning. Doris was in the Women’s Junior Air Corp until the end of the war.

1944 Doris DewingIn 1944, when Doris was sixteen, she answered an advertisement in the paper and got an interview with the British Broadcasting Company, the BBC. They hired her as a teletype operator and, by taking evening classes at Regent Street Polytechnic, Doris became a shorthand typist. She gradually improved her job, which culminated in becoming the executive secretary to the administrator for the BBC Overseas Services. This department provided announcers for all European origins sending messages to the German-occupied countries of continental Europe, including coded messages to the underground resistance fighters. These messages contained the opening lines of the French poem “Chanson d’Automne” which were the signal to the resistance groups that D-Day would begin in twenty-four hours.

1951 07 28_Ken and Doris Glover Wedding_aisleWhen the war ended on May 8, 1945, Doris went with a friend to a Victory in Europe (VE) Day dance in Putney and had the good fortune to meet Kenneth Glover, a seventeen-year-old freshman from Imperial College, which started a relationship that lasted over 73 years.

Ken and Doris were married on July 28, 1951 in Putney. Their first son, Nigel Kenneth, was born on May 20, 1954 in Fulham. The family then moved to Montreal, Canada, where their second son, Nicholas Clive, was born on July 15, 1956. A move to Connecticut saw the addition of the first American in the family, Melanie Louise, on August 24, 1958.

1960Subsequent moves to Atlanta dropped off Nigel as he went on to chemical engineering school in Atlanta and a move to Jacksonville left Nick in Florida as Doris (with Ken and Melanie) moved to Houston. Doris braved five changes of location in all and was always the dominating factor in getting the family settled.

Doris was the caretaker of the family, always making sure everyone was happy and fed. She enjoyed spending time in her garden, walking on the beach, dancing, and socializing with the members of her neighborhood in Champions. She was the perfect complement to Ken’s loud personality, always calm and accommodating but also quietly in control of every situation. Stylish, classy, and kind, she was loved by all who met her.

img_8830.jpgDoris was pre-deceased by her husband of 67 years, Ken, and is survived by her three children mentioned above, Nigel, Nick, and Melanie, four granddaughters, Sara Elizabeth Glover, Christine Louise Grindle, Rosalie Glover Hawkins, and Megan Elizabeth Fair, and two great-grandchildren, Colin Woodrow Grindle and Hailey Elizabeth Hawkins.


Rest in peace, Grandma. I hope that somehow you have reunited with Granddad. I know you were lost without him these past 7 months.

If you have any memories of my grandma you’d like to share, I’d love to hear from you.

Guest Memory Six: Melanie Lacy

I apologize for the long delay between posts. I don’t have a good excuse and will try to do better. Some possible future blog post topics may include my (and my sister’s) DNA results from, the recently digitized (thanks, Megan!) home movies dating all the way back to the 1950s, and hopefully more guest memories (maybe my own one of these days…).

eyre.-usa.the-new-american.jpgBut for now, I want to share my mom, Melanie Lacy’s memories. Melanie is the youngest child of Ken and Doris and the first American in the family, born in Rowayton, CT in 1958. And she is the only one to follow them all the way to Houston, making my sister and I lucky enough to be born and raised Texans! Take it away, Mom…

eyre.-usa.sweet-melanie.jpgI feel very fortunate to have lived with or near my parents for all of my 60 years of life. My earliest family memories are of a camping trip we took across the country from Connecticut to Colorado. The highlight of this trip was turning 6 and getting a deer skin holster and a cowboy outfit for my birthday. We bought new camping equipment for the trip including a canvas tent with lots of tent poles.

Soon after this trip my dad went to Atlanta for a job and brought home a jar of Georgia red clay that I took to school for show and tell. We ended up moving to Atlanta in 1965. I have great memories there of swim team, horse back riding lessons, Girl Scouts and softball. I also have great memories of my grandmother living with us and helping care for my brothers and me.

1973.jpegWe moved to Jacksonville, Florida when I was 14, and I made some great new friends. We had a house near the St. John’s river and went out in our boat and canoe quite often. Dad enjoyed going crabbing in the late afternoon, and he and mom would take their cocktails and a snack and spend several hours in the boat.

img_4908.jpgI was fortunate enough to have some great high school teachers that saw artistic potential in me and encouraged me to apply to Florida school of arts in Palatka. I think Dad was thrilled that I was pursuing art but also that it was a Jr. college and not too expensive. Little did he know at the time that I would go to 3 colleges before getting my bachelors degree and then go back later for my teacher certification.

1983-2.jpegAfter a break from college and a move to Houston with my parents I finally finished my degree at the University of Texas. After marrying and having two children we bought a house 30 minutes from my parents. They were like second parents to my kids and were always there for us. They babysat, pet sat, took us to Destin every Summer, and provided endless fun with the backyard pool. They helped make it possible for me to keep the house after getting divorced and Dad stepped in as a second dad to my girls. He was a strong father figure and a great role model for my daughters.

2007.jpegEven though there were many things we didn’t agree on I always knew I was loved. He had a hard time expressing that love until his last few years when he became very dependent on me for many things. My parents have always been there for me through many events in my life, so I am fortunate to be able to give back to them now when they need me.

Reading that makes me tear up every time. It makes me realize how much I owe to my grandparents, all the way back to their bravery in leaving England to pursue opportunities to being second parents to me as I grew up in Texas. I have been so fortunate in my life because of them, and I feel their life stories so close to my heart.

Until next time…


A Celebration of Life

On what would’ve been Granddad’s 92nd birthday (January 15), I’d like to share a bit more about the services we held to celebrate his life on December 27 at my mother’s house in Decker Prairie, Texas. True to form, Granddad had already planned his funeral service and gave instructions on what hymns he’d like played and what the program should look like. We tried to follow his wishes as closely as possible.

The service was lead by Chaplain Laura Ammon who spent time with Granddad in his final weeks. My husband and I designed the program – you can take a look at it below. He specifically requested Abide with Me and Battle Hymn of the Republic so we had the lyrics printed and all sang along together. Nigel and Nick had especially touching words to share, and I did my best to get through the two prayers that Granddad recently shared with my mom from his childhood (see A Quick Memory from Ken (and Christine)).


Chaplain Laura closed the service with a lovely poem by Henry Van Dyke.

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other. 

Then, someone at my side says;
“There, she is gone!” 

“Gone where?”
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. 

And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, “There, she is gone!”
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout;
“Here she comes!”

Around the room we placed mementos from Granddad’s life: his diplomas, a very small sampling of his large boomerang collection, a few of his carvings, several of his paintings hung around the room, and copies of his book were available for anyone who may not already have one. A wonderful slideshow of pictures and videos created by my sister Megan played on the large screen along with a playlist of songs that Granddad liked or that reminded us of him (including Yellow Submarine, Fields of Gold, In My Life, Crazy, Memory, and Dancing Queen, to name a few).

The service was attended by family and friends from all walks of Granddad’s life. Many others were with us in spirit.

While it was a somber occasion, I think Granddad would have been pleased that we ended the day with games, card tricks, and attempting to put spoons on our faces (he was a master of this trick).

Nigel noted that Granddad always liked to joke that there were often parades across the country on his birthday (he shared a birthday with Martin Luther King, Jr.), and that he would’ve been pleased that the flags were at half mast for 30 days as he passed away on the same day as President George H. W. Bush. I hope he knows that many people are thinking of him and missing him, especially today on his birthday. Rest in Peace, Granddad.


Guest Memory Five: Lawson Thompson

The letter below was written to Ken by Nigel’s best friend of many years, Lawson Thompson. Lawson’s letter was one of the last Ken was able to hear, received just about a week before he passed. It is touching and kind, and I know Granddad appreciated it.

Lawson is the second person to recently mention Granddad’s humility (the chaplain at his service did as well). Initially it did not strike me as a word to describe him (Lawson also mentions “candor”), but on second thought, Lawson and the chaplain were right. Though often outspoken and larger than life, he was not boastful of his own accomplishments, and we all know he had much to be boastful about. So thank you Lawson for taking the time to write this thoughtful letter.

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My introduction to Ken came through a video I saw in about 1985 of the gentleman (sic) emerging from a bathroom clad solely in a kitchen pot, a small one. He was laughing but no one else; (they were gasping or sobbing). So I expected him to be an unusual bloke and when we finally met he didn’t disappoint.

First of all, he cleaned Nigel’s and my clocks every time we played golf to the point where we, thirty years younger, were asking for strokes. His drives were so accurate he nearly hit the 150 marker every time and wondered would he get a stroke credit if he did. He never did give us strokes and to my recollection never lost to either one of us.  He is probably into each of us for over a hundred bucks. But he would buy us a beer in the clubhouse, while he was counting his winnings.

Secondly, he generously provided a great venue from which to play golf, the condo at Seascape, and in return we never got into his or Doris’ stash. Although, one year I furnished toilet paper, Scott’s (I was in a hurry), a large supply, and was later told if I ever brought any of that into the condo again I was off the guest list.  According to Nigel, that came right from the top.  (Or the bottom.)

We were at Nigel and Donna’s wedding at Destin and playing golf; I was wearing shorts.  We were on the tenth tee or so and I Ken was looking at me a little strangely. He finally allowed, “Lawson you’ve got the hairiest knees I’ve ever seen; like an ape or something.” Ken always has been candid if nothing else. (The knees are bald now.) 

I assisted him slightly when the hurricane hit Houston a couple of years back and he graciously sent Sylvia and I a very generous gift. That is a classy example for us, especially you, Nigel. 

But the most striking aspect of Ken is his humility. In all the years I have known him, he never mentioned the fact that he developed a new formula for refining petroleum and had earned a Phd. in Science in London. Or was recruited like a star quarterback by the Americans. I had to read it in his recent autobiography. Of course, Nigel can recite the factor Pi to about the sixteenth digit, but you know Nigel. I didn’t know it was inherited.

Ken and Doris have been great friends and wonderful mentors more by their actions and
lifestyle than by instruction. As wealthy and successful as they are, you would never know it to talk to them and they are as down to earth and genuine as anyone I have ever met. They raised kind and gentle children, although a bit odd, (one of them) but as nice as you would ever want to know.  That is one of the greatest compliments I can ever pay to anyone.

Ken and Doris have truly been a blessing to Sylvia and I.

And we like riding in the red Cadillac!           

Best Wishes in this Peaceful Season,


Thank you again for your kind words and thoughts. And thank you to you and Sylvia for traveling all the way to Houston for Ken’s service. It was very nice of you to be there.

I plan to share more about the service in a future post. Until then…


Guest Memory Four: Geoff Glover

IMG_3359On the eve of Ken’s memorial services, I wanted to share this guest memory from Ken’s cousin Geoff Glover. Geoff and his wife Chris live in Ailsworth, not far from where Ken’s childhood home once stood. In 2015, my husband and I had the pleasure of meeting Geoff and Chris and experiencing their wonderful hospitality. They showed us Ken’s father’s home in Sutton, the quaint church in Sutton where Ken’s parents were married in 1921, and the lovely, small cemetery in Sutton where Ken’s grandparents David and Harriet, his uncle WP Glover, his aunt Mabel, and his father David were buried. We also visited Castor Church where Ken was Christened, toured around Peterborough, and even made a stop at Peterborough Milton Golf Club. Geoff and Chris, with the help of this blog, gave me a priceless glimpse into my own family history. Geoff wrote me the note below upon hearing about Ken’s passing.

Thank  you so much for letting us know, through the Texas Limey Blog, that Ken, sadly, has died.  I had suspected, when you took over the blog, that perhaps Ken was unwell, and it is sad to have that confirmed.

As I think you know, Ken was part of my youth and, indeed, childhood, although the age difference meant that we were never very close.  My mother, however, was his Godmother and always very fond of him and, therefore, often talked about him when I was young.  And she made sure that I recognised him as a ‘role-model’.  To some extent, that worked as I am the only other one of the cousins (see below) to go to university.  He sort of walked out of my life, however, when he and Doris emigrated to Canada in 1954 when I was 18, and possibly at an age when we might have forged a closer relationship.  In more recent years, we have corresponded via email but, unfortunately, were unable to meet either here in Ailsworth or in Houston.  Encroaching age does impose limitations on one’s life.

As you also know, Ken’s father, my uncle Reg, was one of a family of ten.  Three of them never had any children but the remaining seven, between them, spawned a large number of cousins in Ken’s and my generation.  There were fifteen of us, including one in Australia who none of us ever met.  With Ken’s parting, I believe, I am the only one left.  I think this might have annoyed Ken who, I believe, always hoped he would outlive us all.  (His friends will recognise his competitiveness).  But I am 9 years his junior, so the odds were always against him, I’m afraid.

My most vivid memory of Ken dates back to 1939 in the Summer before World War 2 broke out.  I was only about three and a half while Ken would have been about 12.  My parents, my baby brother and I, together with Ken, and cousins Margaret and Kathleen, and possibly others I have forgotten, went on holiday to Hunstanton, about 50 miles from Ailsworth.

Hunstanton is a small coastal resort on the East coast of England although, due to the shape of the coastline, it faces West and enjoys lovely sunsets over the sea. (You might like to check the map)  We stayed in a static ‘caravan’ on a sight close to the Gasworks.  (Long gone as we no longer produce gas from coal!).  I remember it as an idyllic week.  It was my first sight of sea and sand, and my first experience of building sandcastles.  I remember that I had a lovely time and I hope Ken and the other cousins, who were much closer to his age, did too.  I also recall the never-to-be forgotten and all-pervading smell of the Gasworks !!

I share your grief and would be grateful if you would please pass on my love and sincere condolences to Doris.

Geoff, thank you for your memories and your condolences. You will be here with us in spirit as we celebrate Ken’s life.


In Memoriam

This feels inadequate right now, but I suppose anything would. Ken passed away this morning with Doris by his side. My sister and I arrived in Houston on Wednesday and were able to tell Granddad we love him. I’m so thankful I could have a last moment with him and I’m even more thankful that Granddad was able to let go. He was clearly in pain – he is at peace now. Please keep my Grandma in your thoughts and prayers as this will be a difficult time for her. Below is an obituary Granddad wrote for himself several years ago. It doesn’t do his wonderful life justice, but all of the memories in this blog come close. If you haven’t read them all, I urge you to do so.

IMG_8796Kenneth Wadd Glover died on November 30, 2018 aged 91 years. Ken is survived by his loving wife, Doris Louise, two sons, Nigel Kenneth and Nicholas Clive, a daughter, Melanie Louise, four granddaughters, Sara Glover, Rosalie Hawkins, Christine Grindle, and Megan Fair, a great-grandson, Colin Grindle, and a great-granddaughter, Hailey Hawkins.

Ken was born to Albert Reginald and Jessica Wadd Glover in Ailsworth, a village near Peterborough, Cambridgeshire, U.K. He was a student at London University’s Imperial College from 1944 to 1954. His studies were interrupted from 1946 to 1948 when he was drafted into the British Army at the end of WWII. He served as a lieutenant in Gibraltar. On returning to college, Ken got a B.Sc. and Ph.D. in Chemical Engineering. He was also an Associate of the City and Guilds (London) Institute, A.C.G.J. and was awarded a Diploma of the Imperial College, D.I.C.

Francia.03a.The Wedding.London.July.1951He met Doris at a Victory-in-Europe Day dance in London and they were married in 1951. Ken and Doris emigrated to Canada with their 12 week old son, Nigel in August, 1954 where Ken worked for L’Air Liquide in cryogenic plant design. Their second son, Nick was born in Montreal and after being transferred to the New York office in 1958, daughter, Melanie was born in Norwalk Connecticut. The family moved to Atlanta in 1965 and to Jacksonville, Florida in 1972. Ken and Doris became U.S. citizens in 1977 with daughter Melanie acting as one of the U.S. citizen sponsors.

A company change and move in 1979 brought them to Houston where Ken worked for Production Operators Inc., retiring as President in January 1992.

Throughout his adult life, Ken was always an avid golfer and enjoyed 30 years as a member of The Champions Golf Club where he was a member of both the Thieves and the Romeos. He was also a member of the U.S. Boomerang Society.

Granddad requested that I keep the blog going, so I’m going to do my best. I have a few more guest memories to share, but I would still love to hear from more of you. If you knew my Granddad, send your memories of him to me at to share here on the blog. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers.

With Love, Christine

Guest Memory Three: Nicholas Glover

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Baby Nick, Montreal

Our third Guest Memory comes to us in the form of a letter from Nicholas Glover, Ken and Doris’s second born son. Nick was born in Montreal in 1956 as described in Memory Sixteen. I love that Ken and Doris had one son born in England, one son born in Canada, and a daughter born in the United States.


Dear Mom and Dad,

I love you both very much and I will always be proud of you.  I also miss Granny and Arthur and June.

Thank you, Dad, for writing your blog.  I learned a lot from reading it and I found out that your Mom was a lot like me and Melanie and her daughters.

Eyre. USA.33. Nick looking for the boss (1)

I choose to remember all the happier times we had together as a family, especially our trip from Connecticut to Yellowstone and back!  I also remember the Danbury Fair, Mystic Seaport and Cape Cod vacations. Also, we had great fun sledding in the snow and skating and building a tree fort.

In Atlanta I remember having fun playing golf at Druid Hills, the only course I’ve ever seen that had old water fountains that had to be filled with ice every morning.  I remember playing in the Father-Son Tournament and Dick Heenan was my “father”. We also enjoyed their house and patio and their cats named Penny and Tuppence.

In Atlanta we also went many times to Stone Mountain and Lake Lanier, where we learned to water ski. I also recall Calloway Gardens, Kennesaw Mountain, Jeckyll Island, camping at the Cherokee Indian Reservation along the Oconaluftee River, and our trip to Marineland, Miami and Nassau Bahamas.

I also remember playing Frisbee, especially with the Schaeffers, and later playing with boomerangs, and in Atlanta, teatherball and horseshoes.

Dad, I was so proud to see you as President of a plastics company in Atlanta, a steel and wire company in Jacksonville and an oil company in Texas.

Mel.04.Nick and Ken


I remember when you and Mom and Mel moved to Houston in 1980. Every visit started with nachos, salsa and margaritas!

I had a lot of fun in Destin and wish I could have gotten up there more often, especially to get to know my nieces better.

I’m glad you got to see four grandchildren and two great-grandchildren continue the circle of life.


Thank you for helping me through Episcopal High School, Vanderbilt, newspaper reporting and Law School.  I became a lawyer when Christine was born, so I hate to give it away, but it was 35 years ago! I am now listening to 33 hours of Continuing Legal Education before the end of the year.

Anyway, I think about you every day, and also Granny, and I love you both very much

Love always, Nicholas

Thank you, Nick, for letting me share your letter on the blog. I have many memories of being with you in Destin and spending many holidays and celebrations with you over the years.

I hope to be back with another Guest Memory soon.

A Quick Memory from Ken (and Christine)

Granddad recently shared a memory with my mom that I’d like to share. He says that when he was seven years old (1934), his cousin Joyce made him two prayer plaques to hang on the wall of his room in his family’s home in Ailsworth. He says he doesn’t remember a day that he hasn’t said these prayers.

Below are the two prayers as he remembers them.

Morning Payer

O Father, who didst all things make
That Heaven and earth might do Thy will,
Bless us this day for Jesus’ sake
And for Thy work preserve us still.

Evening Prayer

New mercies, each returning day,
Hover around us while we pray;
New perils past, new sins forgiven,
New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.


Castor Church

My husband and I actually saw where Granddad’s childhood home once stood, and the several others in a row just like it that are still standing on Main Street in Ailsworth. We also saw Castor Church where Granddad was Christened. I like to try to picture what it must have been like back then and all the wonderful memories in this blog help paint the picture.

That’s all for now. I will have a new Guest Memory to share soon.

Guest Memory Two: Nigel Glover

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Nigel’s Christening, London 1954

It’s time for Guest Blogger #2 – Nigel Glover! Nigel is Ken and Doris’s eldest son (and my uncle!). He was only two months old when Ken and Doris left London for Montreal in 1954 (see Memory Fourteen). Nigel obviously has a lot of memories from growing up and was nice enough to share a few of them here.

eyre-canada-nigel-on-steps-at-7214-fielding-av-montreal-1.jpgSo, if I start with my first memories of family life, we would be in Connecticut as I was too young in England and Canada to remember much…

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The Glovers & The Shaffers, Connecticut 1962

I remember Dad and Russ Shaffer playing Competitive Friz which was a wild game of throwing the Frisbee at each other fairly firmly and counting points off for either poor throws or poor catches. They both came in sweaty but had new names for their catches like a “single bounce knuckle scraper” and a “pants splitter.” (Editor’s Note: See Memory Eighteen for more on Competitive Frizbee with Russel Shaffer.)

Then there was this guy across the street named Horvath. Round, no shirt, but friendly. I think of him when I am the only one without a shirt doing yard work in Snellville.

At Brookside Elementary School, where I saw teachers cry the day Kennedy got shot, I was offered musical lessons. I’m not sure how I chose the cello, but Dad claims it was so I would have to be driven to school 2 days a week rather than walk.

Wisner.05.October 1962The walk to school was fun some days. There was a sewer line under the street where we could crawl and sneak up on folks. One day, up near a main highway, I was chasing the other kids on my bike and simply ran across the traffic. I was hit by a big car and the bike was totaled. I got x-rayed and had a very colorful leg as the bruises went from black to green to yellow as they healed.

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The Glovers’ house in Rowayton, CT

The back yard in Connecticut included a patio that Arthur and Dad built. Maybe it was another relative from England who helped. But it was really great for games. This is where we started what Dad called Patio Soccer. Everyone gets their own goal; the width being based on one’s age and skill. Then you shoot at all other goals while defending yours. Like with Competitive Friz, you start with 10 points and lose when you get to zero.

Patio Soccer made it to Atlanta where John Leggerton, Mark Jolly, Brian and Rodney Frazier, and Jeff Woodard all played with the Glovers. We had 6 to 8 goals some days.

Then we also had a bike game (also with a 10-point start) where you tried to squeeze the others in to the curbing and make them put their foot down…

The Atlanta house was fun with the creek in the back. I’m sorry I was probably the cause of the fire because I left a guitar amp plugged in and the aluminum wires (since outlawed in residential homes) got too hot. Living in an apartment for the summer (pool, tennis, different kids) was sort of fun.

nigel-83-01.jpgI’ll let the others tell about Destin. Starting each time with lining up in size order, everything we did in Destin was fun. 

(Editor’s note: I’m sure the granddaughters will have much to say on the topic!)

Dad… Mom…. You really knew how to show us kids a great time. Thanks for everything. We love you both.

Thanks, Nigel, for giving us a taste of the fun times you had growing up in the Glover household.

Stay tuned for the next guest blogger – coming soon…

Guest Memory One: Al Domeshek

I am so happy to have already heard from several of Ken’s friends and family members after putting out the call yesterday for your memories. It feels fitting that Guest Memory One should come from Character Twenty-One himself, Al Domeshek. Al is also featured throughout Ken’s memories: Memory Twenty, Thirty-Six, Thirty-Seven, Thirty-Eight, Thirty-Nine, and Forty!

Take it away, Al!

Domeshek. Al... 1982 POI.Kobe Evanston. WyomingKen and I go back a long ways, and our paths have crossed several times. I met Ken circa 1958 or 9, when he was working for American Air Liquide in NYC living in CT, (his Mom was with him) where we had a beach outing with all the kids. I was working for Chemico in NYC and living in NJ. He called on me as a salesman at the time, and we grew to be friends. We each had 3 children of roughly the same ages. We socialized, and visited each other’s homes with families.  We saw Barbara Streisand with the wives, on the second night of Funny Girl on Broadway.

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Later, we both moved to Atlanta (1964) and worked together at American Cryogenics, for several years. Lots of families moved there (a start up owned by Exxon), and there were many parties with company friends. Many great memories. Boomerangs, unicycles, paintings, lots of great food and drink. As I remember, he bought his home after I showed it to him, but I couldn’t afford it at the time. He had a fire in that house, some years later, and it took a while to get it back to normal.

Domeshek..Al and LaWanda 1980Later yet, we both moved to Houston (1979-80), and I worked for him at POI for a number of years. I divorced my wife and subsequently married Ken’s secretary. He stayed there, and I moved to California when the energy market crashed.

Domeshek..Al and LaWanda 2000 (1)

In 1987, I moved back to Atlanta (Lawrenceville) and eventually bought a second home in Houston (Spring Branch) where we would visit for months at a time, till the summers were too much for me. We got together for dinner out numerous times and enjoyed visiting his home and pool. I remember attending his 80th birthday party, thinking we were getting old. We sold the Houston house several years ago, but tried to stay in touch and even dined out a couple of times when visiting our children.

I stopped visiting Houston a number of years ago, getting old, but my wife LaWanda has many family members there and flies down at least once a year.

Al reports that he has stayed in touch with Nigel (Ken’s son) and his wife Donna and visited them a while back in Atlanta. Al is also in touch with Kinman Chan in California and Kinman recently asked about “Dr. Glover.”

Thank you, Al, for sharing your memories. I am so pleased to feature you as our first guest blogger! Who will be next? …