From John & Claire Glazik:

I knew Hans for over 34 years since first interviewing to be my boss at Scientific Atlanta.  Like most European born transplants, he used his native accent to endear everyone to him.  (Americans are suckers for accents.) His accent helped him get away with saying provocative and outrageously funny things which would otherwise be frowned upon if they came from someone else. He was also great at avoiding conflict with both management and customers by adeptly dancing around thorny issues instead of uncomfortably dealing with them head on. We used to laugh how his goal at work was to “live to fight another day” and get another paycheck.

On the personal side, I always enjoyed “Danish Christmas” which was attended by a rotating motley crew of characters over the years. Hans could always be counted on to throw out a provocative statement whenever the conversation would die down. We always told him he was good at dumping gasoline on a fire. He would then sit back and devilishly enjoy the verbal brawl that would inevitably ensue among the inebriated guests without ever engaging in it except to throw more gasoline at the right moment.

Hans never seemed to actively want to absorb American “culture” such that it is. He loved his classical music and anything that was German was, of course, the best, despite me pointing out facts to the contrary. Nevertheless, his goal was to convince everyone of the obvious fact that life in Europe was superior to that in the U.S. and we got along fine because I agreed completely. I wonder if he regretted coming to America. He was surely disgusted the last ten years as am I.

Hans and Jette were good friends and we miss them. They live on in our memories and at last they are back in the Europe that they loved.