Birth date: Jul 2, 1948 Death date: Dec 9, 2023
Glenda Jean House of Fayetteville, Arkansas, died on December 9, 2023. She was 75 years old. Born July 2, 1948, in Pontiac, Michigan, to Anna Jean (Mount) House. Her father Franklin Joseph House was career military and the family Read Obituary
I don't know where to begin. I loved her, respected her, and have been empty since she became sick. Such a private person, I knew she wanted and needed her family and you were there for her and more. Such a deep loving family who she loved fiercely. Such laughter, many tears, and miles of memories I will cherish forever. Glen you will be always be alive in my heart. I remember our trip to D.C. for Richard Dawkin's talk and the march on the mall. and the hair dryer de-baptism. We laughed so hard, we literally peed our pants!
Glenda was the Director of the Masters program at the UofA when I applied and was subsequently accepted, due in no small part by Glenda's advocacy for me. I will forever be grateful for her belief in me as a MSW student. She always had a warmth and sincerity about her that made her so magnetic. I send much love to all of her family and friends. Glenda had a great impact on so many people and she will be long remembered.
Glenda was my professor and then, years later, colleague and friend. She was a wonderful educator and mentor. I’m thankful for what she taught me about speaking up. About what rules to follow and what rules to disregard with glee. We had neighboring offices in the School of Social Work for a while and we would check on each other throughout the work week. She told me many stories and jokes that made me laugh until I cried. The world has been brighter, funnier, and more thoughtful with her in it. I’m so thankful to have known her and been changed for the better because of knowing her. My thoughts are with her daughter, who she talked so proudly and lovingly of, and the family and friends who will miss her always. -Carly (Storts) Franklin
What a loss for Glenda's family. Love and hugs to you all.
Forthrightness and warmth -- they are my memory of Glenda. That and her laugh, of course. Some years ago while she was supervising graduate students in Social Work internships, she let me pick her brain about a fictional character I was working on, a counselor who was doing things that I knew were professionally iffy. Glenda was shocked at the shady ethics of this character. Yes, she knew I was talking about a totally made-up person, but she was clearly outraged nevertheless, and she ended our conversation by giving me a handbook on counseling ethics for social workers.
