ROBERT JAMES GLENDINNING

Condolences & Memories (5 entries)

• He was such a wonderful guy. We feel bad we have not been in touch with Bob or family for a very long time. So sorry for the family. - Posted by: Myrna and gary geddes (Nephew ) on: Dec 17, 2024

• Professor Glendinning was a kind and enthusiastic prof. I fondly remember him teaching Death in Venice, and also Theodor Storm’s poem ‘Hyazinthen’. “Ich habe immer, immer dein gedacht”. A culinary high point of my life was enjoying Mrs Glendinning’s coq au vin! I have attempted it several times since, but it lives on as the best version ever. Such fine people! - Posted by: Eleonore Wiebe (Student) on: Dec 10, 2024

• I met Bob and Jo at RAR in 1980. I loved them both very dearly. Bob was such a humble man and we shared many laughs together. I remember many times at their home and before Jo died, she left me her 1970s cookbook so hold on to them both in my heart when I cook from her gift. Bob was so kind to me. I look forward to seeing them in heaven some day. My condolences on losing your father. Anne Gajerski-Cauley - Posted by: Anne Gajerski-Cauley (Friend) on: Nov 22, 2024

• I was a student in 2 of Dr. Glendenning's German classes over 50 years ago and I still regard him as one of the best teachers I had at the U of M. When I was guarding at the University Pool, we would talk when he brought his two daughters, Lisa and Lori, for swimming. He was a very good breast stroke swimmer. I learned decades later that we were both competitors in the first swim meet at Lipsett Hall in 1958. My deepest sympathies go out to his family. Goethe's Wanders Nachtlied II: Über allen Gipfeln Ist Ruh’, In allen Wipfeln Spürest du Kaum einen Hauch; Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde. Warte nur, balde Ruhest du auch. - Posted by: Roy Eldridge (Former student) on: Nov 22, 2024

• I met your father when your family home in Wildwood was for sale. Our meeting was by chance as typically owners aren't present during viewings. It was the 50 years of memories your family built that made me want to live there. The things that may turn other buyers off like the markings on the hardwood from pushing the piano bench back and forth. His jars in the basement workshop area are still there holding nails and screws for the many projects he must have done to maintain the home. He spoke to me about the agony of selling the home after the passing of your Mom whom he spoke so lovingly about. He told me after the sale that it made things a little less sad knowing the family who would be moving in. On occasion your Dad would call me up to give me a little tidbit on the home, like running the mudroom sink just a little on wicked cold winter days to prevent freezing. He admitted one day it was the anniversary he lost your Mom and he "just wanted to talk about the house". We had the kind of chat you never forget and I continued to think of him often. Removing the wallpaper in the bedroom upstairs revealed several heights marked for the kids throughout the years. I froze not knowing what to do because it felt wrong to paint over it. I took a photo of it and turned it into my son's new big kid room. I am grateful for my short and genuine connection with your father. He was a sincere, heartfelt, warm and kind man. Thinking of you all and thanking you for sharing a piece of your family and life with mine. - Posted by: Kelly (Wildwood Resident) on: Nov 22, 2024