memories of Glenn

This section is about Glenn Peirson and is mostly for Theodora and Henry…

You’ve heard how it takes a village to raise a child, haven’t you?  Well, one of the major fears that children have when they’ve lost a parent is that they’ll forget and their memories will be gone.

This is an invitation to everyone who knew Glenn – please record your best Glenn-ish memories here, and I’ll eventually put them in a book for Theo and Henry.

Tactus photo
the singing doctor




  • chris mumf

    Henry & Theo:

    Every year when I was around your ages (and younger), I always looked forward to your Pop’s birthday party that your Grandma would throw for him in their backyard.

    There would be hotdogs and ice cream and we’d fool around in the above-ground pool your Grandparents had but the ultimate was the necessary game of mini-putt we would have every year a stone’s throw away at the old Pergola (which sadly is being turned into a strip mall…sigh).

    We’d laugh and tease each other as we putted our way through the course. It would always seem that everyone was still in the race right up until the last hole – the-swinging-block-thingee-over-the-hole, hole. Then your Dad who a second before would have of course been teasing somebody would get this serious look on his face, and always (friggin ALWAYS!) putt in a hole-in-one for the win. And just when you’d want to slug him for suckering you into believing you had a chance to win, he’d reach down and retrieve his ball from the cup, stand up, grin and laugh; “so who’s playing for second place?”. It’d drive you nuts but everybody would break out laughing.

    As far back as I can remember, it never, ever once rained on your Dad’s birthday. I always wondered how he managed that trick…


  • ellyn

    Theo & Henry & Mary!

    Just the coolest Daddy/Glenn/birthday experience.

    Sheila and I went to Artisanale for lunch (ran into Sya on our way in), and Yasser came to the table. I told him it was your Daddy’s birthday, and he said how much he misses Daddy. Sheila and I had such a rich time while Neil drove you to & from piano lessons and “grandfather-sat” Granddad. When we asked for the bill, we were told that our lunch was “taken care of by Yasser” – we added “and Glenn”!

    What a neat birthday party!

    3 cheers for Daddy’s (and our) favourite restaurant:

  • uncle dave

    Glenn would have been 47 today in earth years. We would have celebrated as best we could as a family. Likely on the shores of Lake Huron, probably at Spindrift and would have definitely included fine wine, great food and blueberries.

    I remember Glenn’s b-day dinners at Spindrift. I remember before the Island Cottage was bought how we’d all fit in that tiny little cottage. Glenn and Mary often in the front or middle bedroom, with Theo and/or Henry above or beside them depending on timing. I remember how no matter what the weather, we all “fit” in Spindrift. It never felt too full or too empty, it just always felt right. Glenn’s birthday of course usually featured good weather being in July, so we could run around outside and have fun, play basketball or horseshoes and build our appetite. Of course there was ALWAYS Blueberry pie, imagine that.

    Today when I awoke I decided it was a perfect day to wear one of Glenn’s ties to work (thanks again Mary). I selected a more casual one as I’m also wearing jeans, and what did I find on the back of it – a bit of masking tape with the name “Henry Peirson” on it. Hard to tell who’s writing it is, but what a great way for me to celebrate my BIG brother in law’s birthday!

    I remember that Glenn would want us to celebrate today! Not to miss him (or not much anyway) but to remember him and who he was and what that means to each of us. He would yell at us if we were being morose, tell us to snap out of it and move on. I also have a wee vision of he and Albert Einstein today (no idea why) – but I bet it’s a great debate!

    I love you Glenn, Happy Birthday!

    • mummy

      Submitted on 2011/07/23 at 3:54 am | In reply to uncle dave.

      Dave, Henry and I were reading your lovely post (thank you!) but we are compelled to point out that Glenn would have been 46 yrs old today. I know this immediately in part because I am 47 and Glenn was always happy to rib me over the fact that I was so much older than him and in fact had robbed the cradle! For 3 brief months each year my age sounds 2 yrs younger than him (my birthday being in April) and the hassling was extra intense. I prefer to think my friends and family are duly impressed that I scooped a younger man!

      Glenn liked birthdays and liked to speak of the 3 months after my birthday as his ‘birthday season’ during which he would consistently torment me over what I was getting him for his birthday. He was absolutely notorious for being able to figure it out or know in advance somehow. I don’t think I ever completely surprised him with a gift – he loved the game of trying to figure it out. As the date drew closer there would be the ‘birthday month’ followed by the ‘birthday week” and finally the countdown to the day.

      As you said most of those birthdays were celebrated at the cottage with his favourite meals (spagetti pie, or marinated flank steak or straight up steaks on the BBQ) along with some fabulous red wine and of course Marj’s blueberry pie. It took me years to adjust to the blueberry pie because I had an aversion after a particularly unfortunate vomiting experience at the age of 6 that involved blueberry pie. Now I love it and so do Theo and Henry.

      Glenn would want us to celebrate today (or a day closely connected as he wasn’t a stickler for the exact day as long as it involved Lake Huron and the Bruce Peninsula). Theo and I are heading to the cottage tomorrow and we will do that.

      Perhaps our most memorable July 22 was 1991 when Glenn proposed to me at the Centre of the Universe on the shores of Whiskey Harbour. He chose that exact day because he knew I would least expect it because I had made it his day to celebrate.
      And he was right – when he produced the ring I was so shocked my first words were, ‘GET OUT!!!’.

      Happy memories. Thanks for the posts Ellyn and Dave. And much love to my sweetheart on his birthday.

  • ellyn

    For Glenn!

    Happy Birthday, honey! I found out quite by surprise and a little too close to the bone last night that today is “world cancer day” – and then I found refuge in your poem, DEFINING. It allows me to bring your earthbirth, the words you left us all and your monumental faith together in one fell swoop… with tons of love… Mum…

    (April 1, 2009)

    Cancer may redefine your life
    or cause you to do so

    but it does not define you

    It is not you, by definition
    in fact it is the anti-you

    It may invade, destroy, usurp
    your physical self
    may distort, cloud, hijack
    your mind
    may jaundice and weaken
    your emotional state

    but it does not touch your spirit
    cannot affect your soul

    (and because we can’t be at the cottage this summer, Becky is burying a note from me at Spindrift with a few blueberries. Find it!)

  • ellyn

    And Henry,

    I remember the deep hole Daddy dug for himself when you asked him (you were 4) where you were before you were born and he said, “with God.” You cried and raised your voice – “Which God was I with? What God are you talking about?” Daddy was delivering you to our place, but he wouldn’t leave till you were settled.

    Mummy said Daddy should have stopped the explanation before he said, “with God”!


  • ellyn

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY 14 year old Theo!!

    Daddy thought it was so funny when you were about three and called Auntie Bev, your godmother – your… “fairy fathermother”!

    I can’t believe you’re fourteen!! Do you still believe in fairy fathermothers?


  • uncle adrian

    Hey guys,

    I have so many memories of your dad from when I was your age and younger that I would not be able to squeeze them all on here. Therefore future visits will be made.

    Off the top of my head, I remember your dad teaching me how to box when I was 6 years old. I had a big fascination with the Rocky movie (not because of “ADRIAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!!!!! I should sue for that line! Hahaha!), but with the soundtrack and with the beating Rocky took every time he stepped in the ring. We would circle each other in the rec room on Ridgeway, me 6 and he, 13, and we would promptly beat the stuffing out of each other! One time, and it was the last time, I knocked him out! i don’t know, to this day, if anybody ever knew about that. I remember giving him an uppercut and down he went. he didn’t move. I thought he was goofing around, so I went upstairs and proceeded to do “kid” things. i went back downstairs after a few minutes and he was just getting up off the floor, looking bewildered and disoriented. he kept insisting that I had knocked him out, but being your dad, I was finding it hard to believe. That is until he said he was hanging up the gloves and i would be fine now. We never boxed again.

    This is just one example of how your dad was a brother to me.

    as I was saying, I could write a book completely on sharing the bedroom with him for so many years. I will write more for you here in the coming weeks, ok?

    I love you guys!

  • grandpa

    Memories of Glenn:

    For nearly twenty years we’ve known Glenn. It seemed almost a sure thing that Glenn and Mary would be couple right from the very beginning – as far as we were concerned. Mary had had only a few significant relationships before Glenn and only one seemed to have any real chance of flourishing. But then came Glenn! And this one was different.

    Our first occasion to be with Glenn and Mary together was the 1990 ginger bread house building which was so much a feature of the Christmas season in those days. It was primarily a family time but on most of these occasions we were joined by someone from outside of the Beingessner nuclear family. Sometimes it was a neighborhood friend of one of the kids, sometimes a grandparent, sometimes a school chum and often a boy friend of one of the girls. Glenn was eager to join the family assembled around the table where all the pieces were about to be joined prior to decoration. Things were going well until Glenn accidentally broke on of the major pieces during assembly. As and old hand at this business, I took the parts in hand, rejoined them with the melted sugar “glue” that was already in use and pressed on with rest of the assembly ably assisted by all present.
    Glenn later told me he was embarrassed and concerned by his apparent clumsiness during the construction and felt that it might reflect badly on him in some way. Nothing could have been further from the truth, I told him, because incidents such as this were the norm rather than the exception. For me, the fact that he was at all concerned was the first indication of how sensitive and thoughtful Glenn really was. How surprising and reinforcing this was for me. My very special Mary had a thoughtful and family-oriented friend. Wonderful!

    From the beginning, choral music was a part of the Glenn we got to know. I can’t recall whether we first met him following a Tafelmusik Concert in Toronto that Mary invited us to, or whether the ginger bread house party was the first occasion. Both came in the same holiday season as I recall. Christmas was always very special at our home and of course music was an important part of it. Sandy was a member of the St Francis Choir in those days and I recall a season when the St Francis Choir was weak in the tenor section and Sandy dropped a hint to Glenn about this concern. True to form, Glenn volunteered to come with Sandy to midnight mass where he was introduced to the choir master as a member of Tafilmusik ( a choir well know to the director) and welcomed into the choir for this annual special mass – without rehearsal of any kind. Well, he more than carried the tenor section that night to the delight of the Director and all of the choir and congregation. All lauded his talent and kind volunteerism on this special night. Mary was delighted as was our sister-in-law Mary Kuntz who carried the soprano section that evening.

    In 1996 when my friend John Lang lost his wife Phyllis died an early death of course John had to make funeral arrangements. Now John was not closely tied to the Church even though he was raised an RC so when it came time for these arrangements he didn’t know who to turn to for a lot of things. I was drafted to do the “petitions” and because John knew Glenn through me he asked him if he would sing at the service. The only connection between John and his family and Glenn and Mary was us but nonetheless Glenn graciously agreed to help John and the family. Glenn sang “On Eagles Wings” and the “Ave Maria” by Gounod among other parts of the mass. John was very grateful for this and in thanks he presented Glenn with a fine bottle of “Louis Klein” cabernet sauvignon which he had purchased when Sandy and I travelled with him and Phyllis on the Rhine in Germany. This may not be significant except that John and Phyllis so loved the wine and the memories of that trip that they promised each other to drink one bottle annually on their anniversary as a special treat until the case was done. Phyllis never made it. Glenn got the last bottle. Such was John’s gratitude from Glenn’s thoughtfulness and kindness when John needed it most.

    In the year 2000, Sandy and I bought the condo in Collingwood which we thought we’d use primarily as a skiing base of operations in the years to come. Starting in about 2003 or 2004, after all of the girls were married, we began to have a “men only” weekend for all of the males in or attached to the Beingessner family. Glenn, John Watson, Richard Kaune and Dimas joined Paul and me for this weekend. It soon became and early February regular event if not a tradition. On more than a few occasion some of us barely made it to Collingwood due to the weather. On one trip Glen and I and Paul spent 2-3 hours at the Tim Horton’s in Shelburn waiting for the roads to be cleared for travel by the OPP. On another Paul and I were nearly stranded near Maxwell but made it after a four hour trip that should have taken only two hours to be welcomed at the condo by Richard and Glenn who had the fireplace going and the drinks in hand that allowed Paul and I to relax for the first time that evening. Glenn was not much of a skier but he certainly loved the fellowship and ambiance of the evening. We all took turns cooking but the delightful and continuous wine tasting that was in fact our “après ski” was surpassed only by the fine food, lively discussions and debates about everything from world politics to the mystery of women. And Glenn often spiced up the weekend by bringing the “swim suit edition” of Sports Illustrated for the perusal of who were interested. It was on the Saturday night of the 2006 “men only weekend” that all of us men first heard that Glenn was likely in fight with that old adversary of humankind – cancer.

    Of course there are host of other memories. But these few anecdotes speak to who Glenn was and some of his fine qualities. Sandy and I think of him often.

    Grandpa Jim and Grandma Sandy

  • tyler

    Henry and Theo,

    Back in The Day (note hip-hop parlance), I was very fortunate to share many laughs with your Dad, Aunts Rebecca and Monica, and your Grandparents. Humour and laughter have been central to just about everything I do in my life, and your Dad was the ultimate co-conspirator for anything regarding mirth, mayhem, and joy

    I have a memory that involves Glenn, and our mutual good buddy and fellow joker Stephen Smith. Stever and I went up to Spindrift (still one of the greatest places I’ve ever been) to hang out with the Peirson gang in Early summer 1990. Unfortunately, it was a rainy weekend, so we were camped out indoors most of the time.

    At the time Rudy, the friendly and older German neighbour, had a huge sattelite dish for TV watching, and wouldn’t you know it, the FIFA Soccer World Cup was on that day, and Germany was in the Final! Rudy invited your Dad, Stephen and I over to watch the game on his Big Screen.

    For some reason, all Rudy could get was a feed from a Mexican sports station, so the commentary was in Spanish. Well, I bet you can imagine all the pseudo-Spanish flying around Rudy the German’s living room that day! Glenn was the loudest – and he steadfastly refused to speak to any of us in English: “Teelair! Passa de la cheepa alla la Salsa, por favor!!” etc.

    Anyway, the game was pretty un-spectacular and finally, near the end of regulation time, the Germans scored what would be the World Cup Winning goal. The Spanish announcer screamed into his microphone and the longest and loudest latin-tinged noise blared from the TV: “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!! ”

    We all jumped up and hi-fived Rudy then went out to the front porch to celebrate with a frosty can of German Beer. Lo and behold, the sun was shining by then, so us three young guys dashed down to the water – babbling in pidgin’ Spanish, and plunged into Lake Huron.

    I remember coming up to the surface, feeling that amazing refreshment that a lake plunge brings, and hearing someone yelling. I opened my eyes to see it was Glenn blazing into the the water, arms raised in the air, bathing suit-on-head, with wide-open mouth screaming “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!” before disappearing below the surface.

    Of course Stever and I immediately followed (sans) suit. After a while I looked up to see Rudy on his balcony surveying three naked, screaming young men wearing bathing suits as hats. He just shook his head, turned around and went back in to his big-screen TV. We all laughed our asses off and yelled “GOOAAALL!!” for the rest of the weekend.

    Irreverent, soulful, celebratory, and slightly inappropriate, your Dad was my kind of human.

    Much Love and Respect,

    • ellyn

      Who could forget!!? In fact, who could hear for the rest of the weekend?! You better believe I’ll find a photo, Tyler!

    • mummy


      I love this story! The “ggooooooaaaaalllll” turn of phrase came up many times over the course of our marriage. I knew it had to do with the World Cup but now I have the nuanced details of the story. Somehow the fact of wearing one’s bathing costume on the head while streaking on the shores and water of Lake Huron while shouting “ggooooaaalllllll” never came up…curious that, eh?

      Quintessential Glenn.


  • Evelyn

    Hi Theo and Henry!

    I’ve been reading over the memories about your Dad on the blog, and it seems no-one can resist telling a funny story about him. And I think that’s because he enjoyed every single moment of the present and shared that zest for life with everyone he encountered.

    I laughed at the memory that your Aunt Sara shared about the crab dip, because your Dad did the same thing with blueberry pie – smeared it all over his face one day at the cottage.

    And when I went to your Grammy’s link to check out the picture – lo and behold! – there was another photograph that brought in a surge of memory. It’s the photo of your Dad cuddling with the little snowman – a Christmas decoration made for Michael and Ian when they were babies by a friend of the family who loved to do things for little kids. How your Daddy got hold of it, I can’t remember but, ever the clown, he had fun posing with it.

    And during another Christmas holiday – about 18 years ago now! – he and your Mummy were over at our place for supper and a memory of that evening sticks in my head.

    When your Daddy was ready to go home, he reached into our hall closet for his coat. He pulled it out and probably realized right away it was mine and not his. I am 5’4” – a whole foot shorter than he was. But, being Glenn, he put it on anyway. Of course, the cuffs were way above his wrists, and his shoulder blades were squeezed together with the tightness of the thing. And, where it was knee-length on me, it reached just beyond his thighs. Ridiculous! And we all laughed and laughed, because he looked like such a dork!

    Your Grammy and Granddad were there as well and will remember this. There’s even a picture. I’ll scan it to your Grammy and she can set up the link for you.

    ** Visit the famous Evelyn coat story here: picture #6 –> & use your BACK BUTTON to get back…

    • ellyn

      Aha! Now I can see how the snowman story happened. If you look at Daddy’s shirt, it’s the same as in the Evelyn coat story. So, I must have taken the snowman pic that night at the Dunsmores!

  • auntie sara

    One of the constant memories I have is Glenn’s passion about food – some foods in particular. Of course many know of his Marmite passion and I know of his crab dip passion. I learned of this recipe from my roommate in university so I know I introduced this to your Daddy very early on in his relationship with us and your Mummy. It’s very simple: crab meat, cream cheese, green onion and mustard – all mixed together and heated up. When I first made it he loved it so much he often asked me to make it any time we had a family gathering – especially at a sports event. I have a picture of him from a time when I made it for a social gathering (long before any of us had kids!) and knowing how much he liked it I had made two bowls of it. It was a good thing because as soon as he saw both come out to be served he immediately put his whole hand right into one of the bowls and and ate it like there was no tomorrow smearing it all over his face. I knew he loved crab dip but I didn’t know he loved it that much! We all nearly doubled over laughing it was so funny!

    Auntie Sara and Uncle Rich

  • ellyn

    Theo & Henry, before you forget what our old deck at the cottage looked like…

    Do you remember the nautical posts that went around that deck? When Daddy was in medical school, before he met Mummy, and when he got a wee bit of time off, he’d want to be at the cottage.

    And, especially when it was foggy out, he would love to stand on one of the posts with an anthology of poetry in his hand and read to Lake Huron.

    It was quite an enchanting scene. I know Lake Huron appreciated his gift.


  • doug

    Hi Theo and Henry,

    Daddy loved the Aubreys – Bruce, Vera (he called her Aubbie), Lew and Craig – who lived next door to us when Daddy was growing up. The boys babysat (25 cents an hour!) and also played with him in our adjoining, fenceless backyards. Bruce would finish mowing their large property with the ride’m mower, then would invite Glenn (6 yrs. old) to sit on his lap and ride around the yard. What fun for Daddy!

    There, you see – you can learn to use Mummy’s new mower at the cottage!


    • ellyn

      Thought I’d add a little postscript to Granddad’s story because it reminded me of another Bruce Aubrey story. I got home from grocery shopping one day, got the bags into the kitchen and baby Auntie Becky into her crib and went to get Daddy from the back door – GONE! I wasn’t alarmed because it hadn’t even been a minute and he was a good 2 year old in our vast back yard. I called him and heard his voice from the side of the house. So I went round the corner and there he was, stuck inside our huge tower antenna for the TV. I couldn’t get him out! So, now I was alarmed… until I remembered I’d seen Bruce in his backyard. He rescued Daddy for me!

  • uncle dave

    Hi Theo and Henry,

    I think it’s fairly easy to realize how and why “our” memories of Glenn (Daddy) continue, but I heard something today to prove just how many people still have fond memories of him.

    A good friend of mine was at her daughter’s soccer game last night and was talking with another parent about her son’s cough, which was quite persistent. My friend was discussing how in a day or 2 she might have to take her son to the doctor if the cough hadn’t got better, when all of a sudden this parent got a look on his face, and started talking about how great his old doctor had been, and how unfortunately he’d passed away from sinus cancer recently. Of course, they were talking about Glenn and had an enjoyable chat about what a GREAT doctor Glenn was and how he was always so welcoming and personable.

    Another great example of the reach of Glenn, now and always!

    Dave (Uncle Dave)

  • kathryn

    Hello from England, Theo and Henry,

    Often, when I am putting on my socks and shoes, I remember your Dad and smile. While he was visiting us when our son Tom was a baby, he watched me putting Tom’s shoes and socks on and listened as I burbled away in the Mummy-talk that goes with dressing a baby and maintaining the baby’s co-operation. Suddenly, a big smile spread across his face and he said, “Did you know, for years I thought socks were called ‘soxon’?”

    He recalled that when he was a little boy, his parents would call him to “Get your shoes and soxon!”

    He told me he still thought of them as soxon…. and now, so do I!

    I guess it shows how he learned to play with words at a very early age; but I think finding a rhyme for soxon may be a bit of a challenge.

  • Sonja Dennis

    Hi Theo and Henry,

    I remember one year your Grammy was holding a special Epiphany concert in her home on Dublin St. to help fundraise for the 4 G’s. She asked myself and my accompanist Tania to come share some special Epiphany music. We were delighted and we knew you would both be there, so I brought along some colourful handbells and taught you how to hold and ring them, your Dad helped too and you rang those bells so well for the song “Let all mortal flesh”. Then I sang a song called “Mary, did you know?” and your Dad’s face was something to watch. He listened so intently to the words and he told me after how much that song moved him. I’ll never forget seeing your Dad’s face as he listened, you could tell what a man of deep faith he was and a lover of music as he imagined what it must have been like for Mary to realize she would be Jesus’ mother.

  • uncle dave

    Hi Theo & Henry,

    I have so many memories of your Dad, and I don’t think words can ever express how important he was in my life.

    I’ve told this story often, so parden the repetition, but I remember the first words your Daddy ever said to me.

    Auntie Moni and I had been dating for about 3 months, in fact our first date was the day before Theo was born, but I’d not yet met Big Brother Glenn. I’d met Grammy and Grandad and Auntie Becky, but not your daddy. I was a bit nervous, we were to meet for the first time at Theo’s Baptism….what an event to make a first impresson.

    I’d heard all about Big Brother Glenn from Auntie Moni and Auntie Becky. I’d heard how he was a Doctor; an athlete; a musician; a scholar; a joker, and of course how he was 6’4″ tall, way taller than me.

    To walk into Dublin United Church that day, for an event that meant so much to this family but also to be the first time I met Big Brother Glenn, was quite an event. Auntie Moni and I walked down to the front rows (saved for family) and sat down right behind were Daddy and Mummy were sitting, with Theo in Mummy’s lap.

    Well, didn’t your Daddy say the perfect thing to welcome me to the family and to ease my (and maybe his) nerves – “So, how did it feel to walk my sister down the aisle???” – At first I didn’t know what to say, but then instantly that big grin of his came to his face and he welcomed me and shook my hand.

    The years that followed hold memories that I will share here as able, but that first memory is SO SIGNIFICANT….and as we often say about things “SO GLENN”.

    Uncle Dave.

  • Auntie Laura

    When I came back from Italy I had few funny Italian words that I still used. One of them was “deficente”, pronounced” defeechenteh”. Glenn thought this was hilarious and loved to say “deficente” in a real Iltalian way, whenever we were together. Glenn had a fantastic sense of humour and he loved to be silly.

  • Evelyn

    Hi Theo and Henry!

    Just in case you’re feeling that I think your Daddy was always a clown, you need to know that I loved his serious side too.

    Often, when we happened to be together at Spindrift, we’d talk about books we’d read and – especially – poetry. Your Daddy and your Mummy introduced me to Margaret Avison. Have you read any of her poetry? Some day, when you have time, give her a try! Your Daddy pressed a book of her poetry into my hands, and I sat down in a chair on your Grammy and Granddad’s porch beside Lake Huron and read and read. Occasionally, I’d come into the kitchen, where your Grammy was cooking, and read her snippets that really moved me. I love, particularly, Avison’s poem “On A Maundy Thursday Walk” and found out later, when your Daddy and I emailed one another, that this was one of his favourite poems too. In fact, as you probably know, he wrote his own poem entitled “Maundy Thursday”.

    Your Daddy had such a big influence on my reading and my thinking – still has! And whenever I read his favourite poets, he’s right there with me.

  • Beverly

    Hi Henry,

    This memory is for you. One hot summer day at your grandparents cottage, you were sitting in a wading pool on the deck. You must have been only 2 or 3 years old.Your Dad came up on to the deck from shooting baskets & said ” Move over Henry. I’m coming in”. You laughed- we all laughed – but he meant it! And he folded that very tall long body of his smaller & smaller and squeezed in beside you. It caused a tidal wave in the wading pool. Water everywhere & slowly the pool capsized & flipped over. You ended up stretched out on your Daddy’s chest and we all laughed for a long time. He was always such fun.

    Auntie Bev

  • Beverly

    Dear Theo,

    This memory is for you. Your birth was a great occasion.There was much excitement & your Mom, Dad & grandparents were over the moon with happiness. Some months later your parents asked me to be your god mother.

    I was overjoyed by the honour but told them I thought I was too old. But Mary & Glenn insisted and finally I was pleased to agree.

    On the day of your christening, I was very nervous standing at the front of the church and worried about dropping you. It had been a long time since I had been around babies & I was out of practice. Just before the ceremony, your Dad leaned over & whispered ” Be careful now – she won’t bounce, Bev”. And he grinned that wicked grin of his. And all of a sudden, I relaxed – everything was all right.

    That was a special gift your dad always had; making everything OK for everyone.

    Auntie Bev

  • ellyn

    Theo & Henry,

    I used to absolutely hate it when I saw Daddy go down in agony on the football field because of his knee. He’d usually get back in the game, though. The first sports injury was at a basketball camp at Laurier when he was in Grade 9 (no, he didn’t do SOSI!). He had a whole anterior cruciate ligament reconstruction when he was 17 by the Toronto Argos’ surgeon. After that he said his other knee wasn’t as strong as the rebuilt one! And that’s why he had those “railroad track” scars on his leg.

    The End
    by Grammy xo

  • Evelyn

    Hi Theo and Henry!

    It seems that every time I think of your Daddy – and I think of him every day – I smile. Today I want to share with you another memory I have of him. After your Daddy and Mummy decided to marry, friends of your Grammy had a wedding shower for them one evening. All the guests were invited to bring a funny gift of some kind. I wrote a poem in honour of the occasion. I can’t remember how it went, but I know I described your Mummy as a “beneficent fairy” (whatever that means, eh?) in order to get things to rhyme. Only you can say whether that was an accurate prediction! The funniest gag gift of the evening was a pair of HUGE yellow sleepers that your Grammy’s friend, Janet McLean, had made for your Daddy. I guess she felt he really was still quite a big baby (which he was!) so he needed a baby’s pyjamas. Of course, he promptly modelled the outfit for everyone to admire. You know your Daddy! I wish you could have seen this big, tall, handsome man wearing a yellow fleece bunny suit (without any ears), complete with feet and flap! It was hilarious! Luckily you can see how silly he looked on the photo your Grammy took that day!

  • Beverly

    Hi Theo & Henry, I call this memory “Life Saving”.

    One Sunday morning we were all sitting in church in the balcony. I think you were both there, but you were very young, so maybe you don’t remember. We were singing a hymn when suddenly your Dad stopped singing & touched your Mom’s arm. They both walked quickly out of the pew. They soon popped into view again down in the church next to an older couple – the man was having some medical difficulty. Soon he was stretched out on a pew and your dad was doing CPR. Your Mom was on her knees in front of the wife, reassuring her.Your Mom had called 911 & soon the ambulance & the medics arrived.The stretcher left & in a few moments your Mom & Dad were back beside us singing the hymn.

    They saved a life that day – the man had had a heart attack. They worked quietly, without fuss, not looking for acknowledgment, with the super intelligence they both have. It was awesome.

    Auntie Bev

  • Evelyn

    Hi Theo and Henry!

    I first got to know your Daddy when he was in grade ten and I was his English teacher. Your Granddad Doug and I taught at the same school in the same department. Your Daddy sat right at the back of the classroom with his good friend Pete, so they could chat and make jokes together. And your Daddy was happy at the back of the classroom because he was so much taller than anyone else he had a clear view over everyone else’s head in all directions. I knew right away that he was super smart, and we had some good student-teacher exchanges about the book “Huckleberry Finn” which we were all reading. You know how much he always loved to debate! Near the end of the semester, I left teaching for a while to stay home with my new baby, Michael, who was born that January. Your Daddy – whom I got to know really well in the years that followed – always joked that he would never forgive me because I “deserted” him and his friend Pete when I left to have my baby. We laughed about this together for years afterwards.

  • auntie moni

    Hi Henry & Theo,

    So you already know your Dad called me Yoda when I was a kid and I admit, there were similarities. Did you know he used to make me and Becky play volleyball with him and he’d be up on the deck of our above ground pool and we’d be standing on the ground below and he’d pummel (a word he loved) the ball at us and laugh and laugh. He was quite the jock!

    He was also very caring. I’ll never forget when Benjamin fell at your cottage and had a nasty cut. Your Dad scooped him up, calmed him (and me) down and bandaged him up.

    I will always remember your Dad as a super kind, super funny and super silly guy!

    Auntie Moni

  • ellyn

    Chris, you were the first school friend Glenn ever mentioned. You two boys went on from Kindergarten all through school, all through sports – the super-smart jocks – and through Glenn’s life in a deep, unique friendship.

  • william Caley

    Theo and Henry,

    I remember your dad as one smart, classy guy who did whatever he chose to do extremely well, from medicine, performing music, designing (with your mom) a beautiful home for his family. He made it all look so easy.

    You have a lot to live up to and from what I hear from your grandma Ellyn, you’re doing an admirable job. Glenn would be proud of you both.

  • Shirley & Don

    Theo and Henry:

    We remember when your daddy was 2 weeks old. He and your grammy & granddad were here for a meal. Baby Glenn cried and cried and his mommy was tired. Although we didn’t know it then, we believe the exercising he gave his lungs early in life prepared him for the singing that came forth as he grew older to the point of becoming a professional soloist.

    When your daddy was 20 months old he stayed here in Fergus while mommy and daddy were with Aunt Rebecca who was having surgery in Toronto. What a climber at an early age! We rescued him a few times before he fell off a chair. He was a happy little fellow and quite content with us. He was easy to love.

    Shirley and Don

    • ellyn

      Don and Shirley are so right – your Daddy was such a climber! When he was 2, I had to go to the door to get a delivery and when I got back, Daddy was on top of the piano, trying to eat some artificial fruit!

  • Auntie Bev

    This is a great idea & in the next couple of days I will send off a few memories of my own!
    Love you,

  • ellyn

    Theo & Henry:

    When Daddy was almost three, he was playing happily in the bathtub, and I decided to do some tidying in the kitchen. There was a second door to the bathroom, so I could leave it open and be very close by. He loved to sing – almost anywhere – and I enjoyed hearing the songs he “composed” while he splashed around. Suddenly, there was a crash in the bathtub. I ran into the bathroom, expecting to see a crying boy. Instead, my little boy was sitting in the water, looking quite sad, and said, “If Jesus can do it, why can’t I?” He’d been trying to walk on water!

    And he went on in his whole lifetime following the best of master mentors.

  • ellyn

    For Henry:

    When you were born, Daddy called us to say we could come to meet you in about an hour. Granddad and I were very excited.

    When we got to the room, Daddy was holding you and Theo was helping him. Mummy was resting because she really needed to! Daddy handed you to me and said, “Here’s your grandson, Mum. He’s quirky!”

    He was so proud of you that day, and always celebrated your wonderful quirks (very unique gifts).

    Grammy xxoo

  • ellyn

    For Theo:

    You could always speak up to Daddy. I remember when you were about 3 and weren’t doing as you were told (you?!), Daddy clapped his hands together twice, put one foot forward, pointed his index finger at you and sharply said, “Theo!!”

    You looked at him, clapped both your hands together twice, put one foot forward, pointed your index finger at him and sharply said, “Daddy!!”

    He couldn’t help it – he laughed.

    Grammy xxoo

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