Glenn Blanchard

Glenn Blanchard

Sunday, January 19th, 1947 Sunday, September 27th, 2020

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Obituary for Glenn E. Blanchard

Glen Edward Blanchard, January 19th, 1947 to September 27th 2020.

The big man has left the building. He left his shop tidy and neat, with all the tools back in their proper place; but for the first time in his recorded history he left a few things on the “to do” list un-done.

Glen was larger than life, from his laugh to his hair, from opinions to the size of his heart; Glen was a force to be reckoned with. He always left an impression. In 1990 he made a big impression on a certain person and after 16 years of each daring the other to get married, he finally trapped the love of his life. Glen and Sherry married September 11th 2006. Their vows were exchange in a Doctor Seuss themed wedding on the shores of Lake Pend Oreille in Sandpoint, Idaho.

Glen, (preferred one “n” please,) was born in Denver Colorado, to Myrth McGrath and Robert Blanchard. Glen’s parents divorced when he was a young child and Glen divided his life between summers at Sedelmeyers Resort in Spirit Lake with Myrth, and school months in Denver, CO with Robert.

The family business was road construction. Blanchard Brothers construction built most of the interstate in Wyoming and Colorado. Glen worked in the highway business as a teenager and because he didn’t want to be seen as the “bosses kid,” was right down in the ditches with shovel (“misery spoon” as he called it), pick, and hoe. He could relate great stories, (most not appropriate for family gatherings,) and sayings he picked up from the plain speaking, hard living men who ran the equipment and shovels. Glen always said the aroma of asphalt in the early morning was one of his favorite scents.

Glen made a decision in his early 20s that Coeur d’Alene felt most like home so he came one summer and stayed on. He worked a variety of jobs from saw mill green chain, the Coeur d’Alene Water Company, (this is where early shovel training really paid off), tug boat hand for the Murphy family and bar manager for various locations in Coeur d’Alene and the Silver Valley. He also spent a few years with the Cedars Corporation as a bartender or manager for Kennewick WA, Clarkston WA and the good ol’ “floater” in Coeur d’Alene

After helping a friend fix up a rental property in Denver, Glen found his niche. He strapped on his tool belt and went to work for himself as Blanchard’s Repair. He also plowed snow in the winter months knowing women didn’t want projects going in the house through the fall and winter holidays. A guy he said has to make a living. He rose at 4am every snowy morning firing up the ol’ “Blue Ox” and down the road he’d go. Glen cleared lots, driveways, and sidewalks for business and residents alike. Often commenting he saw a lot of Coeur d’Alene from his rear view mirror.

Glen was famous for his dedication to perfection on every project. From tiling bathrooms, to basement finishes, sagging decks to flooded basements, leaky ceilings, dry wall, you name it, he could fix it, and he did. It was often joked that Glen never lost a customer if they sold the home. Eventually a call would come from the new owner saying, “I was told you were the guy to call.”

In the mid-2000s a new business opportunity arose, one that didn’t require plowing snow or jamming his body into a crawlspace. Blanchard’s Industrial Repair put him on the road prowling 5 states fixing paint equipment in ID, MT, WY, OR, and WA. As his business grew he formed relationships with other contractors in the same field and created a sort of confederation. This enabled him to gradually slow down a bit and ease up on the joints that had begun to give him some flak.

Glen just wasn’t all work and no play: he and Sherry enjoyed road trips in the Canadian Rockies to visit the various hot springs with the town and baths at Nakusp BC being a particular favorite. Up and down the coast from Vancouver Island BC to Bandon Oregon, Glen and Sherry explored the Pacific Northwest. Glen loved to take photographs, with flowers being one of his favorite subjects. But mountains, rivers and the odd mountain goat also found their way into the lens.

Glen collected pocket knives, art, friends and hearts. He was a loyal friend and neighbor. Always ready to lend a tool and tell you how to use it. He was plain spoken and forthright. You always knew what he thought, sometimes before you even asked. He could be blunt, but he didn’t go out of his way to hurt people. It was just his way. Sherry frequently told him tact was really a thing and he should give it a try. Sherry would warn people to not ask for his opinion unless they were prepared to hear the hard truth. Glen handled the truth like he did his hammer. Firmly.

Glen genuinely cared about people; he made friends of all ages and children in particular seemed drawn to him. Glen never had any kids of his own but at gatherings involving children he could usually be found pinned in his chair by hordes of toddlers, all battling for lap time, telling him tales, and to touch his hair. All the springiness was fascinating. He built toys, cradles, step stools, blocks, and cardboard box houses the likes no one had ever seen. Glen served as a mentor to many, but his nephew Ben was his particular pride. They spent many hours on the road fixing paint shakers, plowing snow, remodeling homes around CDA, or in the shop building things together. “Build her hell for stout, pretty always takes care of herself.” Work nights would often end with glasses of bourbon poured “two fingers, not two fingers” while Glen taught Ben the finer points of preparing a meal for family, a passion they continued to share and discuss on a regular basis.

After all those years of hard work Glen decided it was time to retire and in 2018 a home in Dallas, Oregon was purchased, the Coeur d’ Alene home he lavished so much care and attention to every detail, was sold, and the shaker business traveled to Oregon.

Sept 3, 2019, with the shaker business sold, Glen finally became a gentleman of leisure. Immediately he rebuilt the kitchen, added a tiled gas fireplace surround, completely rehabbed a 70s era bathroom, a beautiful shop, and a deck for cocktails in the evening. He worked slower than he “usta” and he needed help a lot more than before, but he got it done. He and Sherry and their sidekick Rocky, went to the beach, took slow hikes in the woods for photos, they both enjoyed the local wineries in the Willamette Valley and looked forward to many more years together. Unfortunately, things don’t always work out the way you plan and on September 27th, Glen left us. Our hearts are broken. Ever a man of few words, he kept the most important ones to himself, except to tell Sherry he loved her.

Glen is preceded in death by his mother, Myrth, father Robert, and brother Palmer, “Pepper” Blanchard.

Glen is survived by his wife and co-conspirator, Sherry Bullard-Blanchard, of Dallas, OR, his nephew Ben M. Blanchard & his wife Nikki of Phoenix, AZ, step daughter Annabelle Farley of Hayden, Idaho, and grandchildren Amelia and Gabriel. He leaves behind countless friends and neighbors old and new. Also a stubborn little bull dog named Rocky misses him very much.

Typical of Glen, he didn’t want a memorial service. Small gatherings may take place in the future as time and COVID permit. Please just pour yourselves your drink of choice and toast him on his way. The keys are on the bar, it’s our world now. Memorial contributions may be made to the Willamette Valley Humane Society in care of Dallas Mortuary Tribute Center, 287 SW Washington Street, Dallas, Oregon 97338 who is caring for the family. To leave an online condolence or share a memory for the family go to

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Heidi Fisher Child

Sherry, with my deepest sympathy for you and deepest regard for Glen.

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John T Gawaluck

Glen Blanchard (known as Doc to some of us) brought many special moments and gifts to our life. Never to be forgotten. Prayers, Peace and Cheers!

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Thank you Johnnie G., and for the trees too. Glen loved his trees.
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Phil Szmania

Sherry So sorry for your loss. Glen was a great man it was a pleasure to get to know him, I will miss his laugh. Phil Szmania TRISTATE HVAC&R
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Rick Lindstrom

I will miss the Big Guy. I knew Glen for almost 40 years and number him among the most generous people I've ever met. He and I found comfort in each other through the good and not-so-good times and I'll always be appreciative of his friendship. Over such a long period, there are so many stories that could be told but one is emblematic of Glen. I owned a restaurant which was failing. I was working long hours every day and was ready to give up. It had snowed, our parking lot was buried, the streets were blocked and it was below zero. It was early in the morning and I was trying to figure out how I was going to pay the bills when I heard a loud roaring noise. I though that the heating system had finally given out. Then I looked outside and there was Glen with his hand snow-blower doing his best to clear our parking lot. I hadn't even asked him to come and he had other paying customers to attend to. But he came to my aid. He was my friend. Rest in peace, Glen.

Rick Lindstrom
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James Coen

Glen was a large man with a firm hand shake, and when introducing himself he said his name with pride. I originally met Glen around the early 2000’s. He was starting a new venture in self employment. Like others in this industry Glen went to a training seminar in Chicago. Returning from there he reached out to my boss at the time, Steve. The two of them spoke about the industry. Steve invited Glen out to our shop in Tigard, Oregon to get some hands on training with us. Glen and Steve became good friends. In February 2006 Steve lost his life to Cancer. I like to think my two friends are together now, sharing stories with one another over a few cocktails.

That February, I took over Steve’s business. Glen was a great help to me, with advice in business sense. As time went on I had questions about business deductions and what expenses were appropriate write offs. “Pigs get Fat, and Hogs get Slaughtered.” This was Glen’s advice to me in dealing with deductions. Who knew the man was such a poet.

Glen’s kindness for friends, and those he did business with was over the top. His successful business landed an account with a major retailer. Glen invited me and another company into this business venture, forming an alliance. With this union I have met life long friends; I have Glen to thank for that. In this business venture it was important to him we were happy, and he asked frequently. The caring for us went further than knowing if we were happy. Glen often shared a short phrase with me, I won’t forget. “YOU IS.” The simple words were used as a confidence builder, or at least that’s what I took from it. Those two words mean more to me now than they ever have.
Glen was generous host weather it was having lunch, dinner, or just coming into town for a visit. He would often bring a gift of some sort. He called it “keeping it even”, but I always felt it was never even. It was hard to compete with this mans generosity.
During lunches or dinner, the wine would pour and great life stories would entertain. Glen loved his audience.

In closing, I wanted to share a short story; Glen shared with me years ago. I found it funny.
In 2014 several technicians including Glen and myself were invited to a training seminar in Vancouver, BC. Each of us traveled over in our own vehicles. Glen chose to take care of a few of his customers on his way over from Idaho, traveling I 90 west to I 5 north passing through the Canadian boarder Peace Arch. While passing through the boarder crossing, Glen’s car was selected for search. As Glen tells me this story I can picture the big man getting out of the car, thinking “this aught to be good.” Keep in mind the car is this mans service vehicle and he has been doing jobs on his way to Canada. His whole inventory is in the trunk. The officer instructs him to open the trunk. So he does and steps aside. Shock can be found on the officers’ face as he stairs into the trunk. The trunk in this Cadillac is cubed out to the lid. You could not have put a small pillow into it! This is going to take hours! The officer doesn’t know where to start. He lifts an item in each hand, amazed there is more underneath. He sets the two items back in place, and closes the trunk lid. Glen is free to go. I am not sure if it was the contents of this story, or the way Glen told it, but I will never forget it. If you ever visit the Peace Arch, remember Glen’s story.

Saying I will miss him undervalues the words. He has left me with a void in my life that can not be filled. Rest in Peace my friend. “YOU IS”

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“He was a loyal friend.” (Obit) Truer words were never spoken. My husband Jeff and Glen did business with one another for many years and became excellent friends in the process. Until a little over 6 years ago, I knew Glen primarily through my husband; then in 2014, Jeff died suddenly leaving me to carry on our joint law practice alone, plus to take on maintenance and management of commercial and residential properties that had previously been entirely his domain. I doubt very much that I would have made it through this without the aid of a few of my husband’s closest friends who came forward to help me take it all on and figure it out. I look back now and think that one of the best things I “inherited” from Jeff was Glen’s friendship. Glen welcomed me into the fold of his “Thirsday” gatherings where Jeff had previously hobnobbed and where I was embraced by a group of guys who problem solved HVAC, plumbing, roofing, paving,etc nightmares and sent me out the door with a game plan to address one crisis after another. Glen was always ready with words of encouragement, helping hands and a way forward. I am grateful beyond words that Glen became my loyal friend. He was strong and smart and generous and funny and so much more. He was one in a million and leaves a huge void in the life of anyone who was privileged to call him friend. I hope he and Jeff will be enjoying a Thirsday together soon...
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