Wayne Perry Glasshof

Wayne's Obituary Wayne Glasshof was born July 14, 1929 in Thorpe, WI to William Edward Glasshof and Veronica Beatrice Wohld. He was carried away to his eternal reward on Sunday, August 26, 2012 in North Charleston, SC after his body could no longer support his beautiful spirit. He left on this earth his older brother, Millard Glasshof (Winnie) of Milwaukee, WI; younger brother, Dale Glasshoff (Sara) of Odenville, AL; younger sister Sharon Bohnert of Phillips, WI; and younger half-sister, Debbie (Steve) Redmon of Indian, AK. By his side at the time was his Southern Belle, Janelle Darnaby Glasshof of Brownsville, whom he married October 5, 1957. In truth they were eloping to Mississippi where they could marry before her eighteenth birthday without parental consent, but decided they couldn't do that to her parents. They in turn came back home where they would marry two days after her 18th birthday (barely getting her family away from the football game they were enjoying that day). Fifty-four years he loved her as Christ loved His church. Dad selflessly put us ahead of himself in every way, raising us in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. He, along with Mom, did a great job. Joni Estes (Tim) of Franklin, TN, Timmy Glasshof (Angela) of Brownsville, and Brian Glasshof (Julie) of Moncks Corner, SC are all happily married with wonderful families. We are grateful for his example. With his five granddaughters we provided him the pride of his life. Brittny Estes, Kristie and Courtney Glasshof, and Rya and Reese Glasshof all made their grump grump/ paw paw/ grandpa absolutely radiate. He saw the beauty in them that we hope they see in themselves. He was so proud. Dad put on his Lord in baptism on a Wednesday night in 1958 at 35th and Cherry Church of Christ in Milwaukee, WI by Brother Karl Deiselkamp. Through his faith and by God's grace he was the Lord's workmanship, teaching bible classes for about twenty-five years while also serving for a time as a deacon and providing the occasional sermon. Dad also served those around him. He cherished his summer nights on College Hill coaching Babe Ruth, serving as the League President for three of those years. He is known by many for his support of all things HHS, authoring the Round Ball Round Up for the paper for several years in the 1990's. He never allowed his stroke in 1990 to dampen his giving spirit as he continued to give as a Friend of the Library, volunteer as a Meals on Wheels worker, and mentor fifth and six graders for the local schools. But the character of a man can seldom be told without some details. As seen from an early age Dad was tough and a fighter. As a two year old he was burned from head to toe, even inside his mouth, in a gashouse explosion. Most thought he wouldn't survive as they wrapped him from head to toe in bandages and waited for months. He was hard working. In high school he could be found working until midnight at the local bowling alley setting pins but still found time to excel on the gridiron, being called by some the pound for pound hardest hitting player in the state. He was always busy and on the go as his hometown nickname would imply - GoGo. For the next fifty years his friends would recall him only by his aptly labeled nickname. Even as he turned sixty it was common to see him out and about exercising through the countryside, long before that kind of thing was common place. He was adventurous and a patriot hitchhiking from Wisconsin to California to join up with the California National Guard and serve in the Korean War. He must have enjoyed hitch hiking, trying it again this time from Wisconsin to Idaho to harvest potatoes, but somehow getting sidetracked and joining the fair instead. Dad would work as a "carnie" running games for well over ten years where he would eventually meet Mom at the Mid-South Fair. Dad left the fair to better serve God at the suggestion of the local eldership, who let him know that a deacon would need another vocation. So he went to school and became a purchasing agent eventually landing at the Haywood Company where he would work for almost 20 years. It was there that one of the owners living all the way up in Rhode Island would tell us that Dad was "the finest man he had ever known". Dad indiscriminately cared for people and would always go around and pick up all the Babe Ruth players who didn't have rides to practices and games, it wasn't unusual to get a call from a player on another team that needed a ride, and Dad always obliged. He loved sports, especially his Green Bay Packers. He went to his first Packer game at City Field in the 1940s with his older brother to see the Packers play the Bears and got to see Don Hutson play (although still a bit unhappy they had to leave before the end of the game). After getting married he would regularly meet our Mom at a bridge on National Ave to go to the Milwaukee Braves baseball game and to sit in the bleachers in right field behind Hank Aaron - one of his all time favorite players. He could still provide a play by play of many of those games as well as just about every HHS football or basketball game he had the joy of witnessing. Mostly he loved his family and the church. After work he always came straight home to be with his wife and kids. Vacations were planned around his family. He loved buying the Christmas gifts for the family and usually got it all done on his own. You could always find the bible beside his chair or bed, where he was regularly studying. He loved going to church and would get a bit put out in later years if others thought it wasn't best for him to go that day because of his health or the bad weather, and often spent time thinking back at the kids he taught and where they were now. Funeral services will be Thursday, August 30, 2012 at Brownsville Funeral Home at 2 p.m. Burial will follow in Brownsville Memorial Gardens with military honors. Read More Read Less