We bought our farm almost six years ago. My husbands family were long time farmers in the area but Brian was city born and bred. It was always our dream to find a place in the country close to Brantford where we could raise our dogs and horses. Shortly after we moved in there came a knock on the door and when I opened it there stood a old fellow with a cheerful grin and and an obviously painful leg. In his hand he held a mason jar which was filled with some sort of dark liquid. "Welcome" he said. "I'm Glen Misner...just live down the road a bit. Nice to meet you folks." in he hobbled and after handing us the jar he spent the next two hours telling us all about how he loved to make maple syrup and giving us numerous tales about the people who had lived on our farm prior to us buying it and all the old stories he had about living in the area on his own farm for many, many years. Glen had a lot of pain with his bad leg but that didn't prevent him from stopping by several times over the next two years prior to his moving to the Brantford General Hospital. Glen loved his cat, loved to talk about the old days and was always in a cheerful mood.

Rest in peace Glen you've joined all your family and friends who were so much a part of your memories.