My Uncle Lewis was a humble, precious, generous person. No matter how great you measure his preciousness yourself, you can never measure what he meant to me (Debbie Butts York)! He has been an uncle, father and grandfather and most of all; he has been my best friend. Lewis was by my side throughout my childhood and now in many years of my adulthood. The memories of Lewis always being there are too numerous to recall for you. From the green snow cones that I had to have in town when I was a child to my first loan, my first car, my dating years and finally the walk down the aisle. One can only wish to have the humbleness and forgiveness that my Uncle Lewis has exemplified. It is unbelievable to me that such a spirit can be with a human being. Uncle Lewis had received as many Sunday School pins for perfect attendance as I have had birthdays up until his death (46 years in 2006). When he went on vacation, he visited a church. When he suffered a broken back and both feet, his Sunday School Teacher, Ralph Goss, brought Sunday School to him. Finally he got well enough for several men to come and carry him to the car and into the church. Needless to say, Uncle Lewis influenced me on the importance of going to Sunday School. Even today, I will try to attend Sunday School if I am unable to attend the entire worship service.