Of all the wonderful words that could be selected to describe Lisle, the one he'd probably retreat from the quickest is "intellectual."  Yet, Lisle had one of the most curious and educated minds of anyone you might meet.  He lent me sets of CDs about physics and history.  He could discuss these and many other topics with a depth of knowledge and detail.  In Heaven, they might even be calling him Professor Snooks!

Lisle's niece, Sandy, told me about the countless selfless acts of kindness and generosity that Lisle made to others.  I can absolutely see that in him.  He had the humility that Jesus teaches. Lisle gave without pretense, boasting or seeking credit.

It is a deep honor to have known a person of such character and compassion.

Uncle Snooks is my hero.Despite the changing fashions, he stayed true to his unique self.  From my earliest years, I picture his lopsided grin, dry humor, folk music and soft heart. He was the "man on the mountain", the pilot in the yellow Cub, an artist, poet and historian. I enjoyed my walks up his mountain to the places where deer, moose and weasels played. I especially enjoyed a rare moment under the stars of Montana's Big Sky. Just before heading to bed, after a long discussion about The Creator, Uncle Snooks asked me to step outside.  Without fanfare, he took my hand, looked up and simply said. "Thank you for all of this.  Thank you for my family and life. Amen."  Then he grinned at me and said, "Bet you didn't know I do that every night."  He was right.  I didn't know that.  But now, when I look up at the stars I will imagine Uncle Snooks looking down from above the stars and hear him chuckle.  And I will say "Thank you!"  Sweet dreams. Until we meet again."  I love you!  Your Niece, Sandy.

Besides being my little brother for 82 years, Bro Lisle was my major pen pal. Every morning for the last 25 years or so, after we both sort of mastered the complexities of computers and email, we exchanged morning mail almost every day with the pleasant memories or gripes of the day before. .... which incidentally assured each of us that the other was vertical and ventilating. Lisle was also my forever traveling companion. In our later years we agreed that our goal was to never use commercial airlines again but rather to drive everywhere.... and if we couldn't get there by car we wouldn’t go there. We traveled in accordance with “the (our) prime directive” which was “never travel the same road twice”. Each new adventure produced a new yellow line on the map over the newly traveled road. The “new yellow lines” covered nearly every paved or unpaved road in Montana, as well as most of the country west of the continental divide. One of our major goals was to drive to all four corners of the United States. We made 3 out of 4 but time ran out before we got to the far end of Maine. That will have to wait until we meet again.

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Lisle Eugene Wood

11 diciembre, 1937 – 28 febrero, 2019

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