Lynn Fontenot
So many memories, lots of good ones. From younger years when we tried to ride grandma Emily’s palomino horse and she would kick us or step on our feet. Then we’d take the young pine trees behind the old farm house and bend them to sit on them and ride them up and down like sesaws. Then when we were older, Glenn had motorcycles. I always wanted to ride with him when I could. We both loved the freedom we felt with the wind in our faces ridding down the country roads. I had so many burns on my legs from the exhaust pipes it’s a miracle I don’t have scars! Lol Once, he blew a valve and I had oil all over! He always reminded me of my Dad (Melvin/Bob) working on cars or his motorcycle. The cousins get togethers at Aunt Sis’ house at the pool. Or going to the Purple Peacock for drinks and dances. Glenn always made you laugh. He was always easy to talk with. We always ‘got each other’. Rest in the peace of God, Sweet Cousin, and hope to see you again. Love you always, Lynn Fontenot