Glen E. Fiscus, 96

Jan. 6, 1923 – Nov. 7, 2019

New Raymer, Colo.

Glen E. Fiscus, 96, longtime New Raymer, Colo., area resident, passed away Nov. 7, 2019, at the Life Care Center in Greeley, Colo. He was born Jan. 6, 1923, in New Raymer to Clarence and Margaret Fiscus.

On June 28, 1947, Glen married Lois Alvard in St. Francis, Kan. Together they raised their family and worked multiple jobs around agriculture in Longmont and the New Raymer community. Later on Glen and Lois moved to Eaton, Colo., where Glen managed the Wagon Wheel Café.

Retirement followed and many happy years were spent in New Raymer before returning to Benjamin Square in Eaton to be closer to family. Glen’s favorite time was spent with his family.

Survivors include his three daughters, Sandra (Joe) Patti of Cheyenne, Wyo., Connie (Leland) Shapley and Rita (Virgil) Breazeale all of Eaton, and one son, Lonnie (Marjorie) Fiscus of Carpenter, Wyo.; one brother Jack (Shirley) Fiscus; nine grandchildren and 16 great-grandchildren. He was preceded in death by his wife of 71 years, Lois; one sister, Edna; two brothers, Dean and Dale; and his parents.

Funeral services were held on Nov. 13, 2019, at the New Raymer Community Church. Interment followed in the New Raymer Cemetery. Friends who wish may make memorial gifts to the Friends of Raymer c/o the Heer Mortuary.

The following is a poem Glen’s grandson wrote about his grandfather:

When I think about my Grandpa,

So many things come to my mind,

All the changes that he saw in life,

All the hard work in his time,

He grew up breathing dust bowl dirt,

Living on what they could afford,

Working on farms and breaking horses,

For a dollar a day and room and board.

Hot dusty wheat fields on the prairie,

With horses till a tractor was bought,

He learned to value his money,

And take care of the things that he got.

I can get tired just thinking of,

All the kinds of work that he did,

For the little pay that he took home 

To provide for his wife and kids.

Corn and sugar beets in Longmont,

And the feedlot work as well,

He wasn’t  afraid of working hard,

How I loved all the stories he’d tell.

About moving back home to Raymer,

The town that was close to his heart,

Where he grew up and got his diploma,

And he and Grandma got their start.

Loading grain in railroad boxcars,

Putting up hay and  milking cows,

I can only imagine how many  acres,

In his days he worked and plowed.

He helped build the first house that I lived in,

Before he got a chance to run a ranch.

Then came the big move into Eaton,

He gave running a cafe a chance.

Then came the time to retire,

And I thank Got that I made the time,

To spend so many days just getting to know,

Those wonderful grandparents of mine.

Theres been  times I haven’t been happy,

About the world that I live in today.

And Grandpa would start reminiscing,

And paint a picture that took me away.

He taught me so much in my 41 years,

About life   taking setbacks in stride,

Wise cracks, joking and teasing,

Was just his way to deal with the ride.

And making mistakes can be useful,

As long as learned from your failure.

At the very least you can laugh it off,

Because it will make a good story later.

But If there’s one thing that stands out about him,

It’s his friendly nature and the love that was shown,

Yet he had less material processions,

Than anyone that  I’ve ever known.

Now he’s where he belongs next to Grandma,

I knows she’s happy to have him with her, 

It hurts that I’ll no longer see him, 

But his  work was done here on this earth.

To me he was more than my Grandpa,

He was one of my very best friends.

And lord knows I’m sure gonna miss him,

But someday I’ll see him again.

And then I can sit down and tell him,

About the places that I’ve seen and been,

But I’ll keep my story short so that Grandpa,

Can take me to the old days again.