Myrtle Glidden Obituary

February 8, 2012

in News,Obituaries

PROCTORSVILLE — A celebration of life will be held for Myrtle F. Glidden, 93, who died Saturday, February 4, 2012 at the Springfield Hospital at the Proctorsville Fire Department on February 11 from 2 to 4 pm. Services are being planned for later this spring.
Myrtle was born on October 9, 1918 in Bridgewater, Vermont, the daughter of Rollo C. and Angie (Archer) Fairbanks.
Myrtle worked at a young age in the woolen mills in Cavendish and Proctorsville, VT. She then spent many years working at Taylor Ties and Flamstead Ties in Chester and retired from General Electric in Rutland.
She married Ronald Glidden Sr. on Oct 15, 1936.
Myrtle enjoyed sewing, quilting, visiting family and friends and spending time with children. She was a member of the Myrtle Rebecca Lodge in Proctorsville.
She is survived by two sons; David and wife Jean of Ludlow and William of Proctorsville; seven grandchildren; and many great grandchildren and great great grandchildren; a brother, Neil Fairbanks of Ludlow; daughter-in-law Wilma Glidden of Proctorsville; and many nieces and nephews.
She was predeceased by her husband Ronald Sr.; and a son Ronald Jr.; three brothers; Clyde, Roger and Orlo., and three sisters; Ada Ranny, Della Fairbanks and Minnie Worth.
Those wishing may make memorial donations to the Gethsemane Episcopal Church in Proctorsville, VT
Arrangements are under the direction of the Cabot Funeral Home in Woodstock, Vermont.
Condolences may be offered by visiting

This obituary first appeared in the February 9th print edition of the Vermont Standard.

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Gary Preedom February 11, 2012 at 7:35 am

Aunt Myrtle was like a second mother to me. Bill and Dave as close as brothers. Aunt Myrtle would take us where ever we needed to go, without ever commenting on how inconvenient it might have been. I don’t think I ever remember her ever using the excuse that she would miss something important to her if she took us anywhere. I’m sure she had other plans at times.
There was one request that she had made to me, though I may find it hard to do, she asked me to sing a song at her wake called “He touched Me.”

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