Grandpop was born
in Baltimore in 1899 , the youngest child of John Adam Glenn and his
wife Emma. He had 5 other siblings: Charles Rensalier, born in 1881;
Laura Virginia (whom he called Lollie), born in 1884, Grace Louisa,
born in 1888; Russell Sterling, born in 1891; and Garland Gage, born
in 1995. His father John was born in Baltimore as well, but the
family originated in Rock Hall, Maryland - Kent County, on
Maryland's Eastern Shore. The family owned the home where he was
born at 258 Loudon Avenue in Baltimore City. In fact the home is
fairly close to Potter Avenue - granddad's first home with his wife.
Like so many other homes in downtown Baltimore today - what would
have been a two story row home, it is now an empty lot. By 1920 the
family lived at 1421 Mulberry Street - granddad's father had died
three years previously in 1917.
His father was a
telegraph operator as was his eldest brother Charles. Garland also
worked as a clerk in the telegraph office. His mother was
raised in Pittsfield, Massachusetts by 2 aunts, but was born
overseas. Census records indicate New York as her birthplace - but
she most likely came in through Ellis Island. She told him that she
traveled from Scotland to America as a young girl with her mother -
she apparently remembered the voyage and told him about it. Given
the amount of Scots and Gaelic words that were interspersed in my
language when I was small - there is no question of where she was
from or that she taught him. Emma's father was never mentioned but
Granddad did tell me that her mother re-married a man named Blair -
giving Emma a half-sister named May. Emma also had an older sister
named Sarah and together they moved to the Washington D. C. area
when Sarah got married. Despite this knowledge, Granddad had no idea
how his mother met his father. His father John, was the son of
William Rensallaer Glenn, who was born in Rock Hall. William was the
great-great-grandson of Captain John Alexander Glen, the son of
Alexander "Sanders" Lindsay Glen. He came from Fife in Scotland - a
town called Dysart, and came to New York State with the Dutch West
India Trading Company. The Dutch called him "Sanders Leendertse
Glen" but his real name is more likely Alexander Lindsay of Glenesk.
Glenesk is in the heart of Lindsay territory north of Dundee (they
were not a highland clan) near Edzell. Whether he was born in
Glenske and moved to Dysart is unknown. Dysart is located north of
Edinburgh along the Firth of Forth. Lindsay territory as well. What
is known is that he fled religious persecution (Scotland had
recently become Protestant) and was on the Delaware at Fort Nassau
by 1633. By 1665 he had a patent to build in Schenectady on the
Mohawk River. He named his home Scotia. His second home (the first
was damaged due to extensive flooding) and was added on to by
subsequent family members, most notably in 1713, with the addition
of the east wing. The home, now called the Glen-Sanders Mansion,
is still there and is now a luxury inn and restaurant. It is still
owned by a member of the family.
Because Granddad
was the youngest child, he didn't speak until he started school.
Initially thought to be mute, when asked why he never said anything,
he responded with, "I never had to." Apparently his elder brothers
and sisters did all the talking for him.
He developed scurvy
as a young man as well from a diet of oatmeal and shredded wheat.
Told it would help his "nervousness" - that's all he ate for some
time and when he became ill and finally went to the doctor, he was
told that he had scurvy. He was also born with his
left eye rolled up into his head so that only the white cornea was
exposed. The iris and pupil were not visible at all. His parents
never had the problem corrected, whether because of lack of money or
insurance or both. By the time he was 21 he was working as a sales clerk at
a Baltimore Import House and had saved up enough money to have doctors
at the Wilmer Eye Institute at Johns Hopkins operate on the eye.
They were able to lower the iris and pupil enough so he had some
vision, but because the eye muscles had atrophied, they were not
able to fully correct the problem. He effectively only had one good
eye - he wore glasses and when he developed cataracts later in life,
he was rendered almost blind. Despite cataract surgery, he gave up
driving and I used to assist him with grocery shopping because he
could no longer read the labels. It was during this time with him
that he began talking about his family and my interest in
genealogy was sparked. His nephew Mifflin had begun his own research, and while
he laughingly swore he was related the Robert The Bruce - in
reality, both his mother and father's family were Scottish and he
desperately wanted to figure out where he came from.
He wore a Tam-O-Shanter all his life - that I can remember anyway.
My mother always assumed it was a beret. It got packed away after he
died and I found it recently while cleaning out a bureau drawer
while sorting out my mom and dad's things in preparation to move. I
assumed that it had been lost or given away years ago. It has faded
from black to a bluish-purple. He was very proud of being Scottish
and he handed me a book on tartan and Scotland, a picture of his
mother, and a 3 inch folder crammed full of the family genealogy and
told me not to loose it. I never ever have.
He met my
grandmother in 1921. The family had apparently moved from Mulberry
Street to Mount Street and he lived just a few doors down. Per
grandma, he would run into the house and play a few tunes on her
mother's piano and run right back out. He was also friendly with her
brother so he was around the house a lot. Friends called him "Chic"
and he and Uncle Frank and another friend that I remember as Mr.
Hood, were apparently quite the team. In 1926 he went to work for
Western Union and sold insurance for Metropolitan life. He and
grandma were married in March of that year in her sister MInnie's
home and they moved to Potter Street. Less than a year later they
had bought 9 Glenwood Avenue -which at the time was brand new
construction and the builder of the home picked the name Glenwood
for the street because of their last name. Glenn's at Glenwood. They
kept the home during the depression - Grandpop always had some kind
of job. He was very abitious and always came up with money for his
loan.
Despite not paying
to have his eye corrected, his parents did see to it that he took
piano lessons. He played many of the classics and was very good,
according my mother and Grandma. He had a dance band in Catonsville
for a while. Despite the problem with his left eye, both were bright
blue and he had thick, wavy auburn hair, so the women swarmed after
him. Eventually he gave up the band, because it kept him out late at
night and the booze and the women didn't sit right with my
grandmother. Despite being only 5 feet tall, Grandpop was very good
looking and had a fantastic personality. That and he could sell you
snow shoes in July.
By 1935, when my
mother was born, he had secured a position as Night Auditor for the
Lord Baltimore Hotel, then owned by the Busick family. The hotel was
relatively new, having been built in 1928 and touted at the time as
the largest hotel in Maryland at 23 stories. Eventually he moved up and became the
Assistant Treasurer of the hotel - running the Accounting Office and
the front office. According to my mother, he spent a lot of time
there to ensure that things ran smoothly. When the hotel was sold in
the 60's to H.R. Weissberg - the new owners asked him to retire because he refused to
cooperate with their shady dealings as he called them. He would
refuse to sign checks for bills because he knew there wasn't enough
money to cover them. Weissberg undertook major renovations but by
'67 was bankrupt and the hotel was auctioned. He went to work part-time for the Emerson Hotel
and the Southern Hotel but eventually gave up working outside the
house. The Lord Baltimore went through a few different owners,
and is currently operated by Raddison Hotels and was placed on the
National Register of Historic Places in 1982. He would be proud of
that I think. Prior to the 60's it was a very gracious establishment
and he would take my mother with him to the Accounting Office. She
said that she always felt special whenever she was there. Today the
neighborhood has changed and while it sit in close proximity
Baltimore's Inner Harbor, it is not the same hotel it used to be.
He never had any
formal schooling beyond high school, so when my mother graduated
from Catonsville High in 1953, college was never encouraged despite
the offer of a scholarship at Western Maryland. He did, however,
insist that mom attend Bard Avon Business School. Originally a
finishing school for upper class girls, by the 1950 it had become a
premiere business school and turned out well trained administrative
assistants. He exposed her to the business community and encouraged
her to work. She told me that he always said to her -
Anything worth doing is worth doing to the best of your ability.
He sold 9
Glenwood Avenue the same year my mother graduated and built a home in Rockdale at 3637 Hilmar
Road. The house sat on a acre of land that he had purchased from a farmer.
Liberty Road was, at the time a two lane road and he had moved
literally to the "sticks". Hilmar Road had originally been the
driveway to the farm. My guess is that after having a house full of
relatives for so long, he wanted a bit of solitude. The house, while
huge, only had two bedrooms. The basement was unfinished except for
a bar area, and the upstairs, while it encompassed the entire length
of the house, had no bathroom and was just one big room, rather than
several bedrooms. The lack of extra bedrooms was probably a sign
that he just wanted his own family there and not the extended family
that he had had in his other home for so many years. At Glenwood
Avenue, all the bedrooms were filled and he and my grandmother gave
up theirs and slept in the finished attic space - with no heat in
the winter and no ventilation in the summer. After that, Hilmar Road
had to be a solace for him.
After he
retired, he worked tirelessly in his yard, tending rose bushes and
transplanting dogwood trees. In 1965, he fell down the cellar steps
of the house while carrying a bookcase, completely shattering his
right elbow. Rushed to Sinai hospital, he was operated on and the
doctor removed over 300 pieces of bone. A pin was put in the elbow
and it was reconstructed but he was told that he would never have
use of the arm again. PT was not stressed like it is today, so
according to my mother he exercised the arm himself - despite
terrible pain, and finally regained full use of it.
He also took great care
of my grandmother following her stroke and during her cancer
treatment. She was heavy smoker and he encouraged her to quit when
he discovered that this is probably what had caused the stroke. She
refused and think this frustrated him a bit because he had never smoked.
He was holding her hand when she died and asked the nurse and my
mother with tears in his eyes "Are you sure she's gone?" He had to
be told several times that she had stopped breathing before he would
leave her. They were married for 51 years and had known each other
for 56 years.
Yard work
continued long after my grandmother died in 1977 and in 1978 a
neighbor caught him up on a ladder cleaning his gutters out, despite
being in the throes of congestive heart failure by now. By 1979 he agreed
to sell his home and move in with us, but passed away in August of
that year before we could get his things settled in the new home. I
had been to see him the day before he died and we were discussing
the huge backyard. He was debating paying for either a tennis court
or an in ground pool for my sister and I. He is buried in
Woodlawn Cemetery with his wife. His brother Garland is buried in an
unmarked grave a few plots away.
A note he wrote to
my grandmother on their 30th anniversary.
To My Wife,
30 years ago today I married a most loyal and courageous girl, who
not only shared my troubles at all times but did everything in the
world to make me happy. I trust with the will of God, that he will
permit me to live many more years with such a loveable person - my
wife.
Your Husband
March 20, 1956 11:30 AM
He stood only 5
feet tall, but those 5 feet were full of pride, determination,
ambition and dedication. He was an incredible man.

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1. Russell Stirling Glenn (Grandpop's
older brother)
2. Richard Norwood Glenn (Grandpop's
nephew - younger son of his brother Garland)
3. Mifflin Garland Glenn - Richard's
brother
4. Katherine Glenn Ellers =
Grandpop's niece - daughter of his brother Charles and wife of
Grandma's brother
5. Aunt Grace - Grandpop's sister
6. Charles and Russell
7. 4205 Potter Avenue - Grandpop's
first home with his wife
8. 53 S. Fulton Avenue - home when he
was 13
9. 1802 W. Lombard Street - another
Glenn home - his friend Linley Hood lived next door at 1802
10. the empty where 104 and 108 N.
Mount Street stood