Blair Gleisberg

Blair R. Gleisberg born September 10, 1936 and passed January 29, 2019. He is survived by his Step-Daughter Patty (Johnny) Stout and his grandson, Shad Levi Finley Stout; cousins include Rick (Connie) Anderson, Brian (Diane) Anderson, and Pat Anderson (Ed) Burr. He was preceded in death by his wife and companion of 28 years, Judith “Judy” Anne Dent.

Blair was born in Middletown, CT to Mildred Anderson Gleisberg and Richard Paul Gleisberg. Due to his mother’s death, he was raised by his aunt and uncle Evelyn and Alfred Dean, “Mom and Pop”.

He attended “sight conservation” school as a child. Then in high school, he enjoyed all kinds of music, and also typing, and graduated with his class in 1954 despite his visual challenges. He was life-long friends with orchestral conductor Dick Donahue.

As a young man, he worked as an X-Ray processor. After marrying his first wife and moving to St. Louis, he worked in Dictaphone Transcription for the State of Missouri Department of Children and Family Services. He took city buses to work, commuting about 2 hours each way, while helping to raise Patty, who attended Principia for the 2nd through 9th grades. There was a lot of music in the home. He liked playing board games, reading books aloud as a family, and going swimming at the local pool. And of course, ice cream. He enjoyed family vacations to parents’ homes in Delaware and Florida, where he loved to visit the beaches and ride a bicycle built for two.

Blair was a Christian Scientist who attended First Church of Christ, Scientist, Kirkwood, MO, where he met his second wife, Judy, as she was finishing her doctoral dissertation. She was the love of his life.

Blair supported Judy over the years in her efforts to write a book about her life, and he made sure that it was published later on. He also enjoyed listening to her composing and practicing songs, as well as listening to her read aloud on her Braille reader. Meanwhile, he often took care of the shopping and cooking.

Blair and Judy had many supportive helpers over the years, such as Marcia Dajches and Elizabeth Oleson; David Arnold; Diane Smith and Terri Nolan of Next Step ElderAssist; Theresa Finlay; Emily Smith; Bob Croghan; neighbors at the Kirkwood home; loving volunteers from church as well as those who developed a deep friendship with him—and some people were in all of those roles.

Blair very much enjoyed spending hours listening to audiobooks, radio programs, Cardinal baseball games, news of the day, and Christian Science lessons and periodicals, along with Judy. They both loved a good pun and could use humor, both wry and corny.

In recent years, Blair had some special connections with the staff where he lived, and the family extends our gratitude to those who go above and beyond. Blair enjoyed breakfasts and dinners with “The Guys”, and canine friend Minnie, along with lively conversations and concerts and the occasional trips to New Orleans to visit Patty and Johnny.

Blair Richard Gleisberg: husband, son, father, friend, Christian Scientist, lover of music and ice cream. Steadfast, supportive, funny, courageous, inspired and inspiring, truth-telling, and above all, loving. Joined in spirit with beloved Judy Dent.

There will be a gathering for Blair’s friends and family held at Sunrise Senior Living Center in the Statesman Room, 45 E Lockwood, Webster Groves, MO 63119 from 10:30-12:30 on Saturday February 9th, including personal sharing and hymns at 11:00.

In lieu of flowers, donations will be collected for the Peace Haven Association.

2 Comments

  1. Patricia Stout per Lynna O. on February 9, 2019 at 3:32 pm

    Dear Patty and Johnny,

    Just a little note to let you know how much we all loved Blair. He was highly respected. His calm thought and wisdom blessed all those who were fortunate enough to get to know him. He always stood true to his ideals.

    I have attached a poem that brings me comfort and I hope it will do the same for you.

    Much love,
    Lynna

    The Rose Still Grows Beyond the Wall

    Near shady wall a rose once grew,
    Budded and blossomed in God’s free light,
    Watered and fed by morning dew,
    Shedding its sweetness day and night.

    As it grew and blossomed, fair and tall,
    Slowly rising to loftier height,
    It came to a crevice in the wall
    Through which there shone a beam of light.

    Onward it crept with added strength;
    With never a thought of fear or pride.
    It followed the light through the crevice’s length
    And unfolded itself on the other side.

    The light, the dew, the broadening view
    Were found the same as they were before;
    And it lost itself in beauties new,
    Breathing its fragrance more and more.

    Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
    And make our courage faint and fall?
    Nay; let us faith and hope receive;
    The rose still grows beyond the wall.

    Scattering fragrance far and wide,
    Just as it did in days of yore,
    Just as it did on the other side,
    Just as it will forevermore.

    From Writings of A. L. Frink



  2. Dick Donahue per Patty Stout on February 9, 2019 at 4:24 pm

    In Memoriam Blair Gleisberg

    At 14, I bumped into Blair Gleisberg at Middletown High School. We were both lost freshman, I because I had lost a brother to cerebral palsy three years earlier, Blair because he was legally blind. He reminded me of my brother, and I couldn’t help wanting to give him a hand.

    What I got for my effort was a 68 year friendship.

    My life has always been conducted in a pressure cooker, which is not uncommon for a performing musical musician cum college professor cum church musician. Blair effortlessly managed to be friend, counselor, psychiatrist, entertainer, purveyor of treats, gossip, Red Sox fan, and above all, listener.

    I, like Blair, am 82, but my professional life has not slowed one iota, and so, living some 1500 miles apart, we talked less in recent years, but when I would call him we would instantly, even gracefully lapse into our own pattern.

    We cared for each other. Mightily. To have him gone is to feel the floor move. I grieve, but I am supremely grateful for his long, comforting presence in my life.

    Richard Wm. Donohue
    February 6, 2019



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