James Holman Robertson

March 22, 2010 By: erik Category: Family, News, USA 339 views

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James Holman RobertsonOn Friday, March 19, 2010, my beloved grandfather passed away, the day before his only great-granddaughter, Nora, was scheduled to fly, with her mother and me, to visit him. What saddens me most is the unfortunate circumstance that had given us hope for an encounter between my grandfather and Nora. His mind was sharp until the very end, but his hearing made communication difficult. His deterioration was slow, as he never really had any illnesses, and he was a good sport until the end. He was the favorite of all his nurses at the nursing home because he would nod in agreement to anything suggested, partly because of his poor hearing and partly because he was just such an agreeable person. I understand this completely because much of my initial charm to my Spanish family was based on my smiling and nodding and going along with whatever they suggested, when a lot of the time I had no idea what was being suggested.

Looking back, I can’t believe how close I came to not traveling to the US in last month. I visited with him for a half hour on one of his better days. He recognized me and understood some of what I said. His obituary in the Sunday paper reads:

James Holman Robertson, 95, died peacefully Friday, March 19, 2010, at the Grace Ridge Retirement Community.

Born in New York, on March 6, 1915, James attended public schools in Brooklyn and Queens, winning two medals in the 50-yard dash and one for a fire prevention essay. While in school, he worked afternoons and Saturdays for a fruit and produce merchant.

After graduating from high school in 1931, he worked in the filing department of a Wall Street law firm. In the evenings he attended New York University. He graduated in 1937 with a degree in accounting and with additional coursework in the humanities sufficient to qualify for acceptance into the English literature graduate program at the University of Michigan, where he earned his master of arts degree in 1938 and, after the war, his PhD in 1950.

In 1941, James married the only love of his life, Jean Belknap of Port Clinton, Ohio. Three months later he was drafted into the Army as a private, presumably for one year’s service. Pearl Harbor changed everything. James was commissioned 2nd Lieutenant in 1942, and went on to serve in England, France and Germany, ultimately as a major in General Omar Bradley’s manpower personnel office.

After helping America win World War II, James and Jean settled down in Ann Arbor, Michigan, where he spent the rest of his professional life serving the University of Michigan, working as a teaching fellow in English, assistant dean, professor of English and director of the Residential College. He retired in 1983.

James loved teaching, reading, writing, travel, the University of Michigan and his family. He wrote and published numerous articles about undergraduate education, two volumes of personal memoirs and dozens of travelogues entitled Travels With Jean.

Jim and Jean were active members of the St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church in Ann Arbor.

James is survived by two sons, Jamie Robertson and his wife, Lynne, of Madison, Wisconsin, and Jack Robertson and his wife Diane, of Charlottesville, Virginia; a daughter, Betsy Rasmussen and her husband Paul, of Morganton, North Carolina; grandchildren, Kate Robertson Van Susante, Andrew Robertson, Olivia Robertson, and Erik Rasmussen; great-granddaughter, Nora Rasmussen Matamoros; and cousins, nephews and nieces scattered across the U.S.

He was preceded in death by his parents; sister, Betty Clarke; and his lovely wife, Jean.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to either St. Andrews Episcopal Church or the Residential College at the University of Michigan.

A memorial service will be held in Ann Arbor later in the spring.

I don’t expect to touch as many lives as positively as he did, being an academic leader, but if I could enjoy my job, travel, raise as wonderful a family, love my wife as much and as long as he did, and die peacefully at 95 like my grandfather has, I couldn’t possibly ask any more of life.

Me and my grandfather
Me and my grandfather on February 3, 2010.

 
  • Theresa

    Oh Erik, that was beautiful. What a wonderful tribute to your grandfather…I’m sure he must have been proud to have a grandson like you.

  • http://www.hillbillyplease.com/blog/ jane

    Lovely tribute, Erik.

  • Linda Garza

    What a beautiful tribute to your grandfather. Sounds like he was an awesome person and was an incredible role model for so many people. The world needs more wonderful people like him. It sounds like you are carrying on the tradition of educating people, traveling and loving the world. God bless you and the family.

  • Andrés

    Erik, mis más sinceras condolencias por la muerte de tu abuelo. Por el contenido de tu mensaje encuentro que era alguien muy querido y especial para tí. En mi nombre y en el de mi familia, un fuerte abrazo para los tuyos, en especial para tu madre. Mi más sincero pésame.

    • http://www.erik-rasmussen.com/ Erik R.

      Thank you, Andrés. Translation for anglophones:

      Erik, my sincerest condolences for the death of your grandfather. From the content of your message, I can tell that he was someone very loved and special for you. In my name and in the name of my family, a big hug for your family, and especially for your mother. I’m very sorry.

  • Lynne Robertson

    Wonderful tribute, Erik, and one I’ll print to pass along to Andrew at Basic Training. He’s very out of touch otherwise, so this will be most welcome. Thanks.

  • Uncle Steve

    Sorry for your loss – our thoughts are with you.

    From the Alaskan Rasmussens – presently at Grandma’s House in NC
    P.S Bring beer!