Her name is Gloria Ann Kelsch Pace the resident Saint.

Without her discerning, caring, tutoring, and understanding, there would
have been a great chasm in the Pace family. Our children have grown to be
very caring, loving, and they both have an abundance of introspection.
Indeed, not all without a few tears on the part of all. Yet how blessed we are
as parents to have John and Julie

Gloria has been as beacon in the night always ready to lend a loving ear and
an arm to embrace when John and Julie approached cross roads in life. Gloria instilled the love of music in both of these waifs. She was indeed a devoted mother and wife and continues to be devoted to her pride and joy children.

The bringing up of this family must have been a great burden placed squarely
on her shoulders since the duties and responsibilities of Church affiliation
demanded much of the time of Bob the obedient office holder. During the
many times he was absent, the confidant of our children was taken on as an
assignment to which she rallied. John and Julie always knew that they could
come to Mom with their problems and dilemmas and could expect confidence
and wisdom to be meted out.

Music was always an important part of our family. It was instilled from their
earliest years when the first piano was procured and placed in the original
living room. There were times when the music was shared with Jingle Bells
and his/her mate, the other gerbil. They would squeal I am sure ether wanting
quiet or perhaps desiring an encore.

Gretchen, Jeremiah, rabbits, Sweetie Pie, a dead bird trapped in the screened
addition to the kitchen, parties, making needles, drums, they all had a place in our kitchen addition.

Then there was the addition to the front of the house with it's fire place,
Family home evenings, piano lessons on the baby grand piano that she grew
up with in Salt Lake City, Bobs interviews with likely candidates for
admission the the LDS enclave. Even had an itinerant druggy with and
English accent and Mormon Missionaries join us at family night and often
meal time. I will never forget: leaving Julie in her car seat on the kitchen table
and then discovering what we were missing when we arrived at Church on
Haines Street. What a quick retreat was inculcated to rescue her.

And less we forget Son John: His high chair always had a protective plastic
catch cloth on the floor for those errant pieces of food that were air born.
Luckily Julie, the sweet child that was our good fortune to be blessed with,
would merely lay her head on the plate with the remaining food and
peacefully go to sleep. Julie would even bless the peas when it was her turn to
say the blessing of the meal.

Can't forget the garage which hosted many projects from a rocking horse to
making sour kraut

Then there was the tree house for John and the play house for Julie. Not to
forget dads grow hole in the corner where he would toil and experiment.
Ah yes, the Edevolds, Julies Friends, John and Mary, Bobby Arechiga... so
many memories are tucked away in each of our minds. We were for the most
part a reasonably happy family considering the demands of the Mormon
Church. The activities of the Mormon Church played an important part of
our lives. Some good and some not so good as we look in retrospect. We
choose to forget the bad stuff and dwell upon the many blessings that each
junction and experience has contributed to each of us.

So many memories Gloria to relate. Not the time to write a book but rather
express my heartfelt thanks for the good memories and the major support in
being a help mate to me and confidant to John and Julie in the many years of
our union. Gratefully we are still friends and share the love of John and Julie.

Robert K. Pace