LEONARD GLENN SMITH EULOGY - PART II

The continuation of JERRY EOFF's eulogy that he presented at GLENN's memorial service.

"Glenn was obviously an impressive scholar. A substitute teacher had to step in after the high school coach resigned. I was told by that teacher that Glenn was one of four boys in that Civics class that he really worried about. He guessed that he worried for nothing, because all four of them obtained doctor’s degrees in some field. 

"Did I mention that Glenn was hard headed? He was not good at taking an elder’s opinion that something might be dangerous. When he was in Abilene Christian College, he decided that he should be a cowboy and signed up to ride a bull in a collegiate rodeo. Considering that he had spent little time even on a horse, we won’t do more than speculate on how long the bull ride lasted. That took care of the cowboy life. (Editor: Glenn wrote about this experience in an early post on our Class blog: HE DIDN'T GET THE JOB)

(No, it's not Glenn. Wish I had the picture of his ride!)

"He learned a little better from his would be parachute jumping experience. While still in high school, he decided it would be cool to step out of a perfectly performing airplane at 8,000 feet. He went so far as to mail order a parachute. He carried that around a couple of airports trying to find someone to take him up to jump. Fortunately none of the men who were tough enough to have been flying combat ten or eleven years before, would even consider the idea. His change of heart about parachutes came shortly after having attended a jumping exhibition during which he witnessed a rather loud mishap. 

"Glenn was patriotic. He joined the National Guard along with several classmates, again while in high school. Later, while in ACC, he read about a U.S. Marine Platoon Leader School and decided that was for him.  Trying to be the gung-ho Marine he immediately set out to polish his insignia which was all yucky black when they gave it to him. Thinking it must have been part of the basic training he set out to get them shiny. We worked on those things for hours, with elbow grease and any other chemical we thought might work. All we could get was a scratchy reddish color. Then one of us looked it up and discovered that the Marines' insignia is supposed to be a black insignia. I’m not sure where he got an insignia to replace those items. He went to a couple of summer camps. His opinion of Marine Corps training? While in high school, we had made a trip to Philmont Scout Camp in New Mexico. This trek consisted of two weeks on the trail, learning to camp, cook, learn to handle and pack burros, and many other outdoor skills. We had several in our group who decided that we needed to set records. As a result there were several days that, after having hiked four or five miles over steep mountain trails, we would set off and hike four or five miles to the next camp – in the dark of night. Glenn’s reaction to Marine night hikes was,'Bah! These are nothing! I’ve been to Philmont!'

(Looks pretty rugged, doesn't it? Philmont BSA hikers.)

"When we reached ACC we both continued our previous direction of taking the math and science classes, but neither one of us were math scholars and one day he informed me that he had decided he should study something he enjoyed and would major in history. He went on to finish his degree in three and a half years and he went on to Trinity University. He taught in a Jr. High in San Antonio while he earned his Master’s degree. He then applied for a job at Oklahoma Christian College and became THE history department. He felt that he really shouldn’t be pressured to donate his salary back to the college, left at year’s end, and enrolled in the University of Oklahoma to complete his Doctor of Philosophy degree. After that, he moved off north of the Mason-Dixon Line and, being before the internet, we pretty much lost contact.

"In the email from a high school classmate informing me of his death, it was mentioned that Glenn had taken several hundred dollars out of his own pocket to have histories of the Graduates of Ballinger High School, Class of 1957, printed and bound, and specified that it not be known that he did so. This is typical of Glenn. I know of at least two youths that he paid a big portion, if not all, of their college education. I suspect that is only the tip of the iceberg of his generosity, extending in many directions. 

"I feel this sense of giving came from two things. One, he was a dedicated Christian during his developmental years, even having gone with Lemoine Lewis, an ACC history professor, on short missionary trips to Monterrey and Torreon, Coah., Mexico. The second, and equally important thing was a secular book. He commented to me several times about having read the Lloyd Douglas book titled MAGNIFICENT OBSESSION. Those who may have also read it will know that it deals with the death of a medical doctor who was killed by the carelessness of another man. The man responsible learned from the widow that the doctor had done many charitable acts in secret. He had wanted those gifts to not be known to anyone at any time. I feel that that concept made a deep impression on Glenn and affected his future actions. 

"I feel that Glenn paid well for the air he breathed here on earth and has gone on to see what’s to be learned just over that hill ahead."

Until we all meet again...

Rest in Peace, Glenn,
Marilyn

*GOATS AND SODA?

At the memorial service for our classmate GLENN SMITH, his long-time friend JERRY EOFF delivered his eulogy. NANCY told me it was a wonderful tribute to GLENN's life. I asked JERRY to please allow me to post it here, and he gave me his permission. I was told he came all the way from Arkansas to deliver it. Not knowing he and his wife Shirley had moved, I asked him about that as well. His response was so humorous I have to share it.  The eulogy is very lengthy, so I will post it in two parts. 

"I am currently practicing being a goat herding cowboy on a 280 acre farm (with no cultivation) 2 miles north of Lincoln, AR. Ideal location, on top of a ridge that would overlook part of a lake 200 ft. below, if it could be seen, (This country has a severe pest disease called "trees everywhere syndrome").

Editor: JERRY, you know, "goat yoga" is all the rage now. You could put those goats to good use. However, Shirley, as you have had back surgery, I believe you should abstain from this exercise!

"We are currently living in limbo. We did sell our house in Alpine. A nephew offered an empty farm house in NW Arkansas, 8 miles from OK state line, to us, rent free (with the option of opening gates for stock transfer every 3 days). We decided to try it for a year or so, then decide whether to stay there, or maybe buy a 'Patio Home' at Rio Concho Manor in San Angelo. Being Texians, we preserved our heritage by taking official residence in Ballinger for the time being, while on a long term visit with the nephew. So far, we learned we would trade our former dwelling which was tick free, chigger free, and nearly mosquito free, where I mowed the grass once or twice a summer to having an abundance of all three previously named pests as well as grass that should be mowed a time or two a week. By observation I have come to believe that the National Pastime of Arkansas is motorized lawn mower riding. I suspect that there must be an arena somewhere around for contests. As for this yard, the goats and cattle have been let in twice this summer to graze it down, while Shirley and I recuperate from her back surgery that was finally achieved in May.

"Here is a copy of the eulogy. It seems a bit long for the blog, but use it if you wish. I designed it primarily to give his adopted son (Jeff) some insight on how Glenn came to be Glenn.

  Leonard Glenn Smith - Part I

"For those who may not know or recognize me, my name is Jerry Eoff. It was requested that I give a eulogy for Glenn on this occasion.

"I have considered Glenn to have been my best friend for over 68 years, even though there was a period of thirty years during which there was almost no communication between us. Because of that time gap, I do not feel that I can do justice to his whole life, so I will use the period during which I knew him best to try to give some idea of what happened along the way to shape the man he became. Those of you who knew him at other times in his life may have known a different person, but this is the way I knew him. 

"I will apologize ahead of time for using the term 'we' frequently when I am supposed to be talking about him. Nearly all the things I mention, we did together. And 'we' just comes naturally. 

"First I will mention his integrity. I have to admit that there might have been just a hint of mischief along the way, but I never knew of Glenn doing a dishonest thing. He may have inherited his ideals from his father, Leonard Frank Smith. Mr. Smith was a farmer on Elm Creek north of Ballinger. When I read the book by Elmer Kelton entitled THE TIME IT NEVER RAINED, I immediately compared the principle character with Mr. Smith. We grew up during the height of THE DROUGHT, and no one of our generation has to ask 'which drought are you talking about?' For seven successive years, crops failed, there was no grass in the pastures, and very little hay to be bailed. Emergency government aid became available for the area agriculture industry and Frank Smith would not take it, even though most area farmers did so. He would have had to sign a statement that he just couldn’t get along without help. He felt that he would be signing to a lie to do so.

9th Street Church of Christ Today

"Even though we were both in the Ballinger High School Class of 1957, I did not know him until his family began attending services at the Eighth Street Church of Christ, which was located where the First Baptist Church building is located. 

"We hit it off pretty well and it became almost standard that I would go eat Sunday lunch with the Smiths and we would pursue whatever country entertainment suited our fancy at the moment. As we became mature enough to be trusted with rifles, it became standard that we would eat lunch and grab our .22s and head for the pasture to try to thin the population of jackrabbits. Every red-blooded Runnels County boy knew it was his duty to eliminate the jackrabbits that were destroying the already almost non-existent cotton crops. We had little effect on the rabbit population, but it gave us a head start on mastering firearms in preparation for the upcoming war with Russia and/or Red China that everyone knew was right around the corner. In the meantime we were taking every science and math course available to us.

Bruce Field

"In 1954, we each took the $6 required to pay for an hour in an airplane and went to Bruce Field. We each were able to fly with J. W. Longenette and take aerial photos of Ballinger and the Smith farm. Glenn was taken by the flying bug and began taking lessons. By this time Mr. Longenette had moved his operations to Mathis Field in San Angelo. Glenn availed on my mother to take him to Mathis when she was taking me to the orthodontist. This route was closed to him when my mother found out that his folks did not know he was taking lessons. He did go on and get his private license and owned several airplanes through the years. 

"Glenn got interested in photography about that time. Photos made by him can be found in the school annuals in that period. It led to some interesting nighttime shoots that will not be further discussed. Take a look at his Facebook page to see some striking photos of doors in Mexico. 

"Glenn became interested in the use of hypnosis from associating with my father, Dr. J. Dexter Eoff. Dr. Eoff and Dr. Lloyd Downing, then a medical doctor in general practice in Ballinger, took hypnosis courses in Abilene, to be used in their respective practices. Glenn became a certified hypnotist, and helped people even in distant places by using Skype to chat with them.

"Glenn wrote his first article for pay when he entered a contest sponsored by the local medical society using the subject of socialized medicine. I believe he won a $25 first prize." 

TO BE CONTINUED

Peace,

Marilyn

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