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A Tribute to Glenn Markman Clio Markman and our son Arni started in Pre-K together fifteen years ago. Anna and I met Glenn for the first time that fall at a parents´ gathering in the townhouse on 89th Street, the one he helped successfully sell years later, paving the way for the new building on 95th Street. our older son was then in first grade, and Glenn asked about my experience with the school. I told him I was surprised oli hadn't already been thrown out for disorderly conduct, and by Glenn's reaction learned that he also didn't take himself too seriously. From the day Glenn and Jan came to Trevor, the school benefitted from their commitment to their children, clio and edie. over the years, we spent countless hours together watching our sons play soccer on Randall's Island or basketball around town. Glenn was always there, cheering the team on and, with me and other irresponsible dads, complaining about the refs who, of course, lacked judgment, particularly when we lost. he was present whenever parents got together, at the Fall Festivals and auction dinners, with a smile on his face and something to say that would make you smile as well. at's how I will remember him. Never sulky, never complaining, always the life of any gathering. He didn't seek attention, didn't need to hear his own voice, but carried with him warmth and joy that would leave no one unaffected. at Trevor board meetings he was diligent and constructive. he cared for the school and, most important, the students, not only his own but their friends and classmates as well. For the last few months, Glenn fought a battle with remarkable grace and spirit. He said he didn't need to make a so- called bucket list since he had lived a full life, taken advantage of all its offerings, and tried to conduct himself in such a manner that he wouldn't have anything to regret. Glenn left a lasting impression on all of us who were fortunate enough to know him. His memorial service at the Museum of Jewish heritage was not unlike a Trevor gathering, only much bigger. he wanted it to be a party, he said, and we all swayed to "you've Got the love" before driving through the Battery Tunnel to Brooklyn, where he was buried. It was a gray autumn day with intermit- tent rain, but as I trod through the mud in a light drizzle to bid farewell to our friend, only blue skies and sunshine came to mind. olaf olafsson Trustee and Parent Board of Trustees President Sally A. Rocker, former trustee Lise Strickler, and Glenn Markman at the ground-breaking ceremony for the new Upper School in September 2011. 0 6 T r e v o r D ay S c h o o l n W I N T e r 2 0 1 4 – 2 0 1 5

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