In the lean days of the Depression, my grandfather, Glen Wallace, walked the mile and a half into town to visit friends one evening.

He was a World War I army veteran with a wife and two small sons, Gordon and Cedric. They lived on a few acres just outside Lebanon, Oregon, the little town where Glen and both his sons had been born.

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