Wesley Glen Smith: In Our Care DECEMBER 24, 2018
Categories: Obituaries
Wesley Glen Smith
Wesley Smith
1952-2018
Toulon, IL…….Wesley Glen Smith, age 66, was born July 12, 1952 in Oceanside, CA the son of John and Marie (Davis) Smith and passed away December 24, 2018 in Toulon, Illinois.
Wesley worked with the Penny Saver for 20 years. He started as a Salesman and retired as a Managing Editor with 300 plus employees supervised. Wesley loved his time at his ranch in Rescue, California and taking care of all of his animals. He enjoyed buying and repairing antique tractors, frequent motorcycle adventures with his brothers. Loved family time, including fishing trips, holidays, and bad jokes.
He is preceded in death by his parents. Survivors include his daughter, Elizabeth Anne Williams; four siblings, Dan Schmidt, Bren Stimson, Linda K. Smith, and Joe Smith; and three grandchildren.
Family will receive friends: 4:00 to 6:00 p.m. Saturday, January 12, 2019 at Turner Family Funeral Home of Stewartsville. Memorial Contributions: St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital. Online Condolences: http://www.turnerfamilyfuneral.com
I just want to say Wesley and I were buddies growing up as kids. We used to go out to the wood piles in the north pasture on our grandparents’ 1000 acre farm and take pieces of wood and pretend they were guns and play cowboys and Indians, Army etc. Then if we got hungry we go to the grove of pear trees nearby and have a few. We also went fishing in one of the 3 ponds granddad had and catch catfish like Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer did, we would take a tree branch and tie string to it with a bobber and hook with a worm, then we would lay it all down on the bank and pick it up and whip it into the pond and catch some catfish. We also caught bullfrogs there, too by waving the hook in front of their mouth. Then if we caught any, we would take them to grandma and she would fix frog legs, “TASTE LIKE CHICKEN ” LOL. I last saw you at your ranch in California in 1998 and you had a dog “a rottweiler” that would fetch rocks and the rock you threw was the rock he would bring back. I will miss you!
YOUR COUSIN AND BUDDY,
Randy Craig