Many of my childhood memories are of spending time at Uncle Marvin's house with my cousins, Pam, Marvin, and Joe, and partaking of the huge Sunday lunches my Nanny Olvey would make for the entire family. We'd sit around listening to the stories that Uncle Marvin, Aunt Margaret, and my dad would tell about the days growing up during the Great Depression. Marvin and my dad were known as "strappers" and would often find themselves in fist fights with the local boys just for fun. Many nights there were arm wrestling contests with Aunt Margaret winning more than a few. They were raised to love their country, be respectful of their elders, and work hard. He always had a kind word for me, and he gave me the nickname Kathy Lou. He would still call me that after I grew up. Visiting with him in his later years was always a treat. He recounted so many stories of the good ole days. Uncle Marvin, your gentle ways and good heart will be missed. I know that there was much rejoicing with those who left this earth before you as you entered the gates of Heaven.