John Allen Noble

My earliest memory is of John Allen (uncle) throwing me in the air and catching me at 4 years of age. When he was serving in Vietnam we would go to the mailbox every day looking for those red, white, and blue envelopes stamped airmail he was a pillar of the family and everyone wanted to get his thoughts on any situation. He was not only smart but wise when he spoke the family listened. When I was ten he took me to the Boy Scout jamboree in Fort Benning Ga. And he would talk with me like...