Harry “Glenn” Cook

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Beloved father and friend, Harry “Glenn” Cook, passed away on January 28, 2015. Glenn was born on May 16, 1930, in Wichita Falls, Texas, to Alvin Howell “Barney” Cook and Mary Oralene Bardield- Cook. He is survived by his brother, Adrian “Barney” Cook of Emmett, Idaho; two daughters, Glenda Mabee and husband Gary of Dill City, and Renate Eytcheson of Cordell. Glenn loved his family, which also included eight grandchildren, their spouses, and a multitude of great-grandchildren. As a boy his family moved to Dill City, where he was raised and spent his days fishing, playing practical jokes and attending Dill City school. After high school he married Peggy Joyce Brown of Burns Flat. They moved to California, where they resided until her passing in 1986. After moving to California, Glenn joined the army, spent time in Germany, and returned stateside to dedicate 39 years of his life to IBM, where he retired. In 2006, he returned to his roots in Oklahoma, with his partner, Glenda Anderson and bought a house in Cordell, where they resided together until her passing in 2009. Family, friends, music and dancing were his life long passions. His closest loved ones might argue, he loved ice cream and peanut butter more. He played the harmonica, banjo, mandolin and guitar. He loved pickin’ with his buddies and dancing with his friends. Glenn was an accomplished square dancer and musician. He never met a stranger. He always had a story about an adventure he had taken and each one included a new friend he had met along the way. All that knew him were blessed by his generosity and good humor. He would not hesitate to say he was the one who was blessed by those who took a moment to be a part of his life. A little over a year ago, he was fortunate to fall in love for a third time. He spoke nonstop about his love, Guadalupe Perez. A few years ago, he reaffirmed his life to the Lord. He made a whole new set of friends and family in church. All of the people who love him are excited to see him again one day. We love you, Guitar Grandpa, Pa, Father-of-the-Bride, and Pop. We’ll see you soon.