John Lynden Barnes

I remember grandpa John as a gentle giant. He always had smiling eyes and jokes for his grandkids. Whenever he visited us in Michigan he'd be up at the crack of dawn and back with fresh rolls from Feldpausch in Grand Ledge. Now that I am older, it is hard to decipher truth from hyperbole when hearing stories about him, but I love to hear them. Grandpa did things his way and he was a character no one will forget. I love you grandpa.