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]]> By: Bob Uhlman http://glenarborsun.com/bob-byerly%e2%80%99s-beautiful-mind/comment-page-1/#comment-1477 Bob Uhlman Fri, 02 Apr 2010 02:16:20 +0000 http://glenarborsun.com/?p=1283#comment-1477 My perspective on Bob is long one, starting almost 80 years ago when we were very young boys in Owosso, Michigan. Our families were well acquainted, living across the corner from one another and my Dad was an officer in Bob's family business. I fondly recall many long lazy summers at the Lake during the 30's and the 40's, sometimes as part of a family visit, but more often as one of group of young friends that were always gathered there at the cottage (as we called it then). There was always a gang of young boys, friends of both Bob and his older brother Bud, as guests at the cottage, involved in swimming, boating, water skiing, to say nothing of the endless and ferociously competitive games of Scrabble and Monopoly as we all grew older. Bob went off to Cranbrook, but later we did get together again for a while, sharing an apartment at Ann Arbor and Bob was one of my groomsmen in 1948. My young bride and I stopped by the cottage to visit Bob and his mother for a couple of days as part of our Upper Michigan honeymoon. As the years went by, and families grew, I gradually lost track of Bob, most recently visiting him at the cottage about 25 years or so ago. The clothes line storage of notes and messages throughout the cottage was, by then, a well established system and one that seemed to work just fine for Bob. In more recent years I failed in a number of efforts to get back in contact with Bob, including a visit to the Lake a few years ago, only to find the Cottage closed up and forlorn and no one able to tell me where he had gone. It was not until I saw this web-site last week that I finally knew something of the final chapters of his long and full life. I will never forget Bob, and I will treasure his friendship the rest of my life. My perspective on Bob is long one, starting almost 80 years ago when we were very young boys in Owosso, Michigan. Our families were well acquainted, living across the corner from one another and my Dad was an officer in Bob’s family business.
I fondly recall many long lazy summers at the Lake during the 30′s and the 40′s, sometimes as part of a family visit, but more often as one of group of young friends that were always gathered there at the cottage (as we called it then). There was always a gang of young boys, friends of both Bob and his older brother Bud, as guests at the cottage, involved in swimming, boating, water skiing, to say nothing of the endless and ferociously competitive games of Scrabble and Monopoly as we all grew older.
Bob went off to Cranbrook, but later we did get together again for a while, sharing an apartment at Ann Arbor and Bob was one of my groomsmen in 1948. My young bride and I stopped by the cottage to visit Bob and his mother for a couple of days as part of our Upper Michigan honeymoon.
As the years went by, and families grew, I gradually lost track of Bob, most recently visiting him at the cottage about 25 years or so ago. The clothes line storage of notes and messages throughout the cottage was, by then, a well established system and one that seemed to work just fine for Bob.
In more recent years I failed in a number of efforts to get back in contact with Bob, including a visit to the Lake a few years ago, only to find the Cottage closed up and forlorn and no one able to tell me where he had gone.
It was not until I saw this web-site last week that I finally knew something of the final chapters of his long and full life. I will never forget Bob, and I will treasure his friendship the rest of my life.

]]> By: Jill Webb http://glenarborsun.com/bob-byerly%e2%80%99s-beautiful-mind/comment-page-1/#comment-994 Jill Webb Tue, 06 Oct 2009 17:49:46 +0000 http://glenarborsun.com/?p=1283#comment-994 This from Sis Miller: My cottage is in Tamarack Cove so I could see Bob's Project House near the channel being built. One day I saw Bob in Glen Arbor. I said, "Bob, when are you going to finish your house?" He pushed up his sleeve, looked carefully at his wrist watch and replied, "What time is it now?" We attended one of his parties in the early days. The only food I saw were big potatoes that Bob threw into the open fireplace. At 11:00 pm a moving van drove in the drive and delivered a piano. Lois Chapman, a guest at the party and an opera singer, then played and sang. I don't believe we ever ate the potatoes! This from Sis Miller:

My cottage is in Tamarack Cove so I could see Bob’s Project House near the channel being built. One day I saw Bob in Glen Arbor. I said, “Bob, when are you going to finish your house?” He pushed up his sleeve, looked carefully at his wrist watch and replied, “What time is it now?”

We attended one of his parties in the early days. The only food I saw were big potatoes that Bob threw into the open fireplace. At 11:00 pm a moving van drove in the drive and delivered a piano. Lois Chapman, a guest at the party and an opera singer, then played and sang. I don’t believe we ever ate the potatoes!

]]> By: Harold Cunningham http://glenarborsun.com/bob-byerly%e2%80%99s-beautiful-mind/comment-page-1/#comment-982 Harold Cunningham Fri, 02 Oct 2009 18:35:48 +0000 http://glenarborsun.com/?p=1283#comment-982 A tall good looking fellow entered our Traverse City architectural office one afternoon in the fall of 1962 and said "I'm Bob Byerly, I'm building a house and I have about 2000 questions to ask." That was my introduction to one of the most unforgettable characters I've ever met. Bob was in fact well along with construction of an extraordinary house on one of the most desirable properties on beautiful Glen Lake. When he bought the property there was an old log cabin he planned to renovate until he discovered it was infested with carpenter ants. After tearing it down to the foundations he purchased some rough cut lumber from a nearby saw mill and began building with the aid of a couple of local carpenters. After looking at the single story rough framed structure, Bob decided it should really have a second floor so that he could create an atrium for his living area. He also felt the new house merited a uniquely shaped roof,so he and his carpenters created one with waves and valleys. All this and more had been completed before I saw it and no planning or consideration had been given to incorporation of plumbing, heating or electrical systems, nor to insulation of the freeform roof. Bob's plan for electric heating ignored the cold winters and the need for extra heavy wall insulation. My immediate thought was that his original statement of 2000 questions was under estimated, but I was thoroughly amazed by his fertile imagination and his plans to create a suspended curving stair using treads cut from butcher blocks salvaged from his father's chain of grocery markets, on how to incorporate a pipe organ and its console purchased from an old movie theater, and also have his carpenter (who was an artist in wood) carve images of flowers and leaves in the heavy timbers at the second floor level. Over time we made some progress with ideas to salvage the structure and incorporate some of Bob's ideas. He was brilliant in so many ways and so highly imaginative. And on top of that, he was a terrific guy and I became very fond of him. We did add the "Cunningham Bump" which was to house the organ pipes in the future, modified some exterior wall construction to accommodate additional insulation and develop plans for plumbing and electrical installations, but Bob seemed to loose the intensity that was driving him earlier and progress on the construction slowed appreciably. I'm sure it wasn't money because he had assured me he had adequate funds, But for some reason he lost interest in his new house. But he later did become interested in having an accommodation in Traverse City for those times when he was in the city too late to try the drive back to Glen Lake. And in typical Byerly fashion, this was off the wall and most imaginative. He made arrangements with the local railroad to store an old caboose he had purchased on an abandoned rail siding. So my job was to design the renovation and restoration of the caboose to suit his needs including a kitchenette, bath, bedroom and small living area plus the necessary plumbing, heating and electrical services. We developed preliminary plans and talked with local agencies about this unique project. We did work out a concept that seemed to be achievable, but some things seemed to discourage Bob and the Caboose project was shelved. I was disappointed because it was another example of the fertile imagination of Bob Byerly and would have been great fun working with him on a project that seemed to have a brighter future than the Glen Lake house. Being with Bob for the most part was great fun. He had some fantastic parties, many with a musical theme. He loved to play his trumpet, and although he would be the first to admit it, his technique was a bit rusty. But there were some pieces he couldn't resist and loved sitting in with a jazz group playing "When The Saints Go Marching In" and similar numbers. After I had moved to southern Michigan,Bob invited us for the weekend and we stayed with him in his Glen Lake east shore house. He had a Saturday party planned to be held at the Christian House next door with a jazz session provided by the Ken Morgan Trio and local musicians. After an open bar and dinner, the music started and it was fantastic. The high light was Ken Morgan and local musician Jack Schmaltz playing tenor saxes and trying to out play one another in jazzy duets. Bob of course sat in on their rendition of the "Saints" and some other numbers, and the evening was a jazz lover's dream. Bob later invited us for another weekend and had an entirely different musical treat for a few party guests. He had recently attended a performance at nearby Interlochen Arts Academy and was impressed by the musical abilities of the young performers, so he invited two flutists to entertain his guests. We drove from his house to a secluded area in a wooded glen overlooking Glen Lake, and while sitting on blankets and enjoying hors d'oeuvres and wine, and with the sun setting over the beautiful lake, listened to delightful flute duets. It could have been a setting for a French impressionist's painting, but I'm sure it was a mental picture from Bob's imaginative mind which was triggered by his Interlochen experience and which he then brought to life for himself and his guests as an unforgettably enjoyable experience. Bob came south a few times to visit us, once to the wedding of our daughter when he missed the wedding and arrived at the reception about half way through dinner and with his dress clothes on a hanger and looking for a place to change. He was notoriously late, but I think that may have been a record. He was still a gracious guest and a great addition to the festivities. But the best time was my 50th birthday party. My wife had invited many friends and some fromTraverse City, and of course, Bob. It was a warm summer evening and the party was well along when from outside the open front door came a rendition of "Happy Birthday To You" as played on the trumpet. Bob had arrived, late again, but made the evening even more enjoyable. A few years later after we had moved to our retirement home in the Phoenix, Arizona area, Bob started coming to the area some winters to escape the Michigan chill. We saw him a number of times, but on one occasion, he called a couple of days before Christmas to let us know he was in town and wanted to get together that evening. I explained it was my wife's birthday and we and some family were going out to dinner to celebrate. Would he like to join us? Of course, he responded so we told him the time and location of the restaurant. But as is typically Byerly, after we had almost given up on him, in he walks all smiles, and so were we because now we could order dinner. Following desert, in walks a young man with a guitar and is invited by Bob to join us. Bob had met him at a club a few nights earlier, liked his music, and as a birthday gift asked him to serenade my wife. He had cleared this earlier with the restaurant manager, so this was also entertainment for the entire dining room. No run-of-the-mill birthday gifts for a guy with his kind of creative mind. Of course we invited Bob to have Christmas dinner with us and he accepted. Most of our large family was there and presents had been exchanged that morning and Bob arrived at a respectable time. He had a marvelous time meeting our clan and all present enjoyed him immensely. The highlight though was two days later when after answering a knock on the door, in walks Bob and a helper he had hired carrying 14 pots of daises and a paper scroll. The daises were gifts for all those at the Christmas dinner and the scroll was a greeting card for everyone to enjoy. In his motel room he had created a 42 inch square piece of paper by taping together the twelve pages from an appointment calendar. Then with colored magic markers and pen and ink he created a commentary in words and images expressing his pleasure at being included in our Christmas gathering, mentioning all by name, and recalling events of the day. I'll always keep that scroll as a reminder of the extraordinary man with the creative mind who made it and who also had a warm and loving heart that envisioned it. Truly an unforgettable person and one I feel most blessed to have been able to know and call my dear friend. A tall good looking fellow entered our Traverse City architectural office one afternoon in the fall of 1962 and said “I’m Bob Byerly, I’m building a house and I have about 2000 questions to ask.” That was my introduction to one of the most unforgettable characters I’ve ever met. Bob was in fact well along with construction of an extraordinary house on one of the most desirable properties on beautiful Glen Lake. When he bought the property there was an old log cabin he planned to renovate until he discovered it was infested with carpenter ants. After tearing it down to the foundations he purchased some rough cut lumber from a nearby saw mill and began building with the aid of a couple of local carpenters. After looking at the single story rough framed structure, Bob decided it should really have a second floor so that he could create an atrium for his living area. He also felt the new house merited a uniquely shaped roof,so he and his carpenters created one with waves and valleys. All this and more had been completed before I saw it and no planning or consideration had been given to incorporation of plumbing, heating or electrical systems, nor to insulation of the freeform roof. Bob’s plan for electric heating ignored the cold winters and the need for extra heavy wall insulation. My immediate thought was that his original statement of 2000 questions was under estimated, but I was thoroughly amazed by his fertile imagination and his plans to create a suspended curving stair using treads cut from butcher blocks salvaged from his father’s chain of grocery markets, on how to incorporate a pipe organ and its console purchased from an old movie theater, and also have his carpenter (who was an artist in wood) carve images of flowers and leaves in the heavy timbers at the second floor level. Over time we made some progress with ideas to salvage the structure and incorporate some of Bob’s ideas. He was brilliant in so many ways and so highly imaginative. And on top of that, he was a terrific guy and I became very fond of him.

We did add the “Cunningham Bump” which was to house the organ pipes in the future, modified some exterior wall construction to accommodate additional insulation and develop plans for plumbing and electrical installations, but Bob seemed to loose the intensity that was driving him earlier and progress on the construction slowed appreciably. I’m sure it wasn’t money because he had assured me he had adequate funds, But for some reason he lost interest in his new house. But he later did become interested in having an accommodation in Traverse City for those times when he was in the city too late to try the drive back to Glen Lake. And in typical Byerly fashion, this was off the wall and most imaginative. He made arrangements with the local railroad to store an old caboose he had purchased on an abandoned rail siding. So my job was to design the renovation and restoration of the caboose to suit his needs including a kitchenette, bath, bedroom and small living area plus the necessary plumbing, heating and electrical services. We developed preliminary plans and talked with local agencies about this unique project. We did work out a concept that seemed to be achievable, but some things seemed to discourage Bob and the Caboose project was shelved. I was disappointed because it was another example of the fertile imagination of Bob Byerly and would have been great fun working with him on a project that seemed to have a brighter future than the Glen Lake house.

Being with Bob for the most part was great fun. He had some fantastic parties, many with a musical theme. He loved to play his trumpet, and although he would be the first to admit it, his technique was a bit rusty. But there were some pieces he couldn’t resist and loved sitting in with a jazz group playing “When The Saints Go Marching In” and similar numbers. After I had moved to southern Michigan,Bob invited us for the weekend and we stayed with him in his Glen Lake east shore house. He had a Saturday party planned to be held at the Christian House next door with a jazz session provided by the Ken Morgan Trio and local musicians. After an open bar and dinner, the music started and it was fantastic. The high light was Ken Morgan and local musician Jack Schmaltz playing tenor saxes and trying to out play one another in jazzy duets. Bob of course sat in on their rendition of the “Saints” and some other numbers, and the evening was a jazz lover’s dream. Bob later invited us for another weekend and had an entirely different musical treat for a few party guests. He had recently attended a performance at nearby Interlochen Arts Academy and was impressed by the musical abilities of the young performers, so he invited two flutists to entertain his guests. We drove from his house to a secluded area in a wooded glen overlooking Glen Lake, and while sitting on blankets and enjoying hors d’oeuvres and wine, and with the sun setting over the beautiful lake, listened to delightful flute duets. It could have been a setting for a French impressionist’s painting, but I’m sure it was a mental picture from Bob’s imaginative mind which was triggered by his Interlochen experience and which he then brought to life for himself and his guests as an unforgettably enjoyable experience.

Bob came south a few times to visit us, once to the wedding of our daughter when he missed the wedding and arrived at the reception about half way through dinner and with his dress clothes on a hanger and looking for a place to change. He was notoriously late, but I think that may have been a record. He was still a gracious guest and a great addition to the festivities. But the best time was my 50th birthday party. My wife had invited many friends and some fromTraverse City, and of course, Bob. It was a warm summer evening and the party was well along when from outside the open front door came a rendition of “Happy Birthday To You” as played on the trumpet. Bob had arrived, late again, but made the evening even more enjoyable. A few years later after we had moved to our retirement home in the Phoenix, Arizona area, Bob started coming to the area some winters to escape the Michigan chill. We saw him a number of times, but on one occasion, he called a couple of days before Christmas to let us know he was in town and wanted to get together that evening. I explained it was my wife’s birthday and we and some family were going out to dinner to celebrate. Would he like to join us? Of course, he responded so we told him the time and location of the restaurant. But as is typically Byerly, after we had almost given up on him, in he walks all smiles, and so were we because now we could order dinner. Following desert, in walks a young man with a guitar and is invited by Bob to join us. Bob had met him at a club a few nights earlier, liked his music, and as a birthday gift asked him to serenade my wife. He had cleared this earlier with the restaurant manager, so this was also entertainment for the entire dining room. No run-of-the-mill birthday gifts for a guy with his kind of creative mind. Of course we invited Bob to have Christmas dinner with us and he accepted. Most of our large family was there and presents had been exchanged that morning and Bob arrived at a respectable time. He had a marvelous time meeting our clan and all present enjoyed him immensely. The highlight though was two days later when after answering a knock on the door, in walks Bob and a helper he had hired carrying 14 pots of daises and a paper scroll. The daises were gifts for all those at the Christmas dinner and the scroll was a greeting card for everyone to enjoy. In his motel room he had created a 42 inch square piece of paper by taping together the twelve pages from an appointment calendar. Then with colored magic markers and pen and ink he created a commentary in words and images expressing his pleasure at being included in our Christmas gathering, mentioning all by name, and recalling events of the day. I’ll always keep that scroll as a reminder of the extraordinary man with the creative mind who made it and who also had a warm and loving heart that envisioned it. Truly an unforgettable person and one I feel most blessed to have been able to know and call my dear friend.

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