If I have few memories of Byrd, I have even fewer of Glenn, even though I must have seen him around more than I did Byrd.

But not a single anecdote can I conjure up.

Glenn was born on September 30, 1936, and if he was named for anybody, the only prominent Glenn of the time that I can find is Glenn Miller. Not a bad namesake actually.

Glenn was married in November 1954 when I was five years old. If I attended the wedding, I have no memory of it. That’s probably why I don’t remember any anecdotes about him; because he was married and no longer hanging around the farm by the time I was old enough to form memories. He was younger than Byrd but got married before him.

He and his family lived in Myerstown from then on. I know this only because I found their addresses in the newspaper archives. I have no memory that we ever went to visit them or they us.

This photo was probably taken about 1964. It’s my grandfather John Troutman, my uncle Clarence, and cousin Glenn, each of them holding one of Glenn’s children: Glenn Jr., Cindy, and Todd. Todd was born in January 1962, so assuming he was two years old in this pic, then the photo dates from 1964.

I wish I had more to say about Glenn but that’s it.

I see from the newspaper archives that he was admitted to the hospital several times over the years. He died at age 57 in the Good Samaritan Hospital on August 17, 1994. I don’t know the cause of death. My mother probably told me about it at the time, but I really don’t recall it. That’s how out of touch we were with the Troutman side of the family.

When I began to think about the Troutman cousins a few weeks ago and looking up information on them, I decided that I ought to try to get in touch with the two surviving ones, Stuart and Bryan. As Stuart was closest to my age, I decided I’d try him first.