MJ GLADSTONE

This is uncanny, not because it comes as a reminder of Mike's passing, but just yesterday while walking along the back road toward the river next to where Mike lived on Joan's property, I paused for a moment, looking through the leafless woods at Mike's small abode, to give thought to Mike and our wonderful conversations together. I thought about how time passes and friends and family to do and fleeting our lives seem to be. This morning, this reminder pops up in my inbox.

Mike was a thoughtful and kind man who lived through the woods next door to our hand built house. I eagerly watched the progress of his silo-living room as he built it and, later over the years, enjoyed many impromptu visits in his octagonal living room. I marveled at his skillful choice of words spoken in a quiet voice, revealing a great mind and heart. And what a wonderful smile.

Mike possessed a refined intellect, a marvelously dapper sense of style, an entrancing personality. The worlds of historic preservation and fine art are fortunate indeed to have had so fine a champion. His is an inimitable legacy and he will be greatly missed.

Much of what I am today is traceable to Mike's influence, presence, advice, and counsel. He touched so many lives.
He taught me books and publishing, and to tie a real bow tie when I joined the Publishing Center in the early 1980s. The offices were in the old Newsweek building on West 42 Street. I cherish this man, and to this day wear some of his neckgear.

Charles: What a wonderful life! You now make sense. Your father certainly passed you a wonderful baton! My condolences to the family.

Mike was a wise and generous mentor and truly the most charming man I've had the honor of knowing. I hope to carry his voice with me always.

Sincere condolences to Mike's family and many friends. He was always charming, very modest of his talent and achievements and always good fun. Ar deis De go raibh a anam.

My condolences to Abby, Charles and their families. Mike was a brilliant tastemaker and historian of design and introduced me to various overlapping worlds, the warmest of them personified by the incomparable Mary. (I was a Publishing Center "alum" 1980-82 and a friend 1980-88).

A ray of sunshine, always. I am so glad that I had the opportunity to know you.

Michael was a dear friend to the Schreckinger family through all sorts of changing times that began in the early 1970's and went on into the middle 90's.
His graceful way and manner were exemplary.
Our condolences to Abby, Charles and family