Robert Lindner

Profile Updated: February 3, 2019
Residing In Wilmette, IL USA
Spouse/Partner Clara Lindner, Professional Violinist, Violin and Viola Teacher
Occupation PhD Biochemist, MD Pathologist - Retired
Children Ari, born 1973 -Life Actuary, Insurance Company President, Global Risk Manager;
Talia, More…born 1999
Kira, born 2002

Jason, born 1977 - Playwright, MFA Yale, Currently assistant director at the Temple University school of Theatre and Film
Malcolm, born 2012
Henry, born 2015

Went to U. Michigan for BS
Got married
Went to Northwestern for PhD
Taught Biochemistry at Carleton College
Went to U. Minnesota Med School
Residency at Evanston Hospital
Became Pathologist- Lab Director
Retired- June 30, 2012

School Story

I recall Anspaugh telling us to turn in our exams as we passed out. And so I did. I also recall that in Social Studies, we learned that the Siberian Polar Air Mass (SPAM) which was the cause of this year's winter here was a key to our weather.

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Jul 11, 2019 at 2:49 PM

Hello Michael,

You look a little familiar, but it's been 55 years. I worked for the State of Illinois Department of Public Health Department of Laboratories as a Medical Director for 11 years from 1990 to 2001. After 9-11, I was recruited by the New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene to become Deputy Director of their Public Health Lab. I returned to IDPH in 2009 as and SPSA and retired in 2012.

Maybe I'll see you at the reunion.

Robert Lindner has left an In Memory comment for Lawrence Lawson.
May 01, 2019 at 7:33 PM

I recognize the face and I must have known him, but I don't recall the unusual goings on that would have been in my neighborhood since I lived on Brummel Street across from Brummel Park and also went to Oakton and Nichols. I started at Oakton when I was in 4th grade. We moved from the Lakewood area in Chicago. I feel sorry that I can't recall enough about him to add a memory. I lived near Richard Winokur, maybe he will remember Dicky. He sounsd like a very interesting character to base a novel or short story on.

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Feb 07, 2019 at 11:33 AM

Seems odd that I don't remember Russel since I was on the bridge team at ETHS. But he was not into bridge yet. Well I hope he is still winning duplicate tournaments somewhere in a parallel universe.

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Posted on: Feb 01, 2019 at 11:06 AM

I just got a note from Fred suggesting I update my profile.
But not much is new. I'm still cheerfully retired and writing poetry.
And I take long walks when the weather be good.
Since it has been cold and nasty out it's mostly poem time.
The poems tend to get longer when I am stuck at home.
We went to Disney World in December with our grandsons,
Malcolm 6 and Henry 3. In January, we went California Dreamin'
In Palm Springs. But we came back in time for snow storms
And below zero temperatures which left me inside thinking about
how the earth's axial tilt was responsible for winter.
So the earth's axial tilt called "obliquity" became a poem.


I’m off on a tangent, getting away
From reality on an oblique line
Like earth’s axial tilt causing each day
To lengthen or shorten and thus define

The seasons by reasons planetary
And orbital for earth rounding the sun
Pointing one pole and then the contrary
Pole toward the sun as every season

Passes into the next. As I’m waiting
For spring, the surety of obliquity
Takes my mind into anticipating
Getting out of winter’s reality

Of cold and grey days, away from the SAD
Seasonal Affective Disorder that
Causes depression and can make you feel bad.
So I’m keeping the winter’s dark mood at

A distance by going past the grey skies
And looking at the earth from outer space.
The obliquity of its axis lies
So Antarctica and its southern face

Points toward the sun. And I imagine
It moving away, while the earth rotates
And orbits the sun, so spring will begin
As the obliquity of earth creates

The seasons. That’s the oblique, the tangent
I’m on, as my mind wanders, as minds will,
And then we may wonder where the time went.
But I look out my window and it’s still

Winter’s grey skies and snow is in the air.
But the sun’s not yet set. But I know it
Will be dark soon as the earth is still where
Obliquity points us away. But bit

By bit we are moving to face the sun,
Moving toward the equinox again,
As we do every year, but it’s just one
Day at a time. The equinox is when

Astronomic Spring begins and sunset
And sunrise are the same in every sky
Of north and south, as our little planet
Stands upright and north and south poles will lie

Perpendicular to sun for a moment.
But equinox is still two months away,
So there are many more days to be spent
With winter snow and ice like yesterday,

Today and tomorrow and tomorrow,
As the earth’s obliquity makes seasons,
As the lengths of day and night shrink and grow,
From solstice to solstice as more of sun’s

Light changes this winter to the spring I’m
Waiting for, as I’m off on my tangent
Getting away, obliquely as time
Is here and gone and who knows where it went?

Now time’s passed into the present as it
Always does, going as fast or as slow
As relativity knows. Passing bit
By bit, as I look out at falling snow,

But ride on my tangent toward the spring,
Away from winter in my dreamer’s eye,
That’s waiting for and anticipating
Earth’s movement, as the sky is going by,

As the earth turns from day to night upon
It’s axis that obliquely points away
From the sun in winter so that the dawn
Is late and sunset’s early and the day

Gives way to night too fast to keep us warm.
Though warmth in the North Pacific Ocean
Turns the polar jet stream, but I digress
From earth’s obliquity and its motion.

That’s where my obliquity takes me, I guess,
To the North Pole, where there will be no dawn.
And polar winds blow and the winter storm
Becomes a blizzard, as I ride upon

My tangent of the earth’s obliquity,
That axial tilt that keeps the pole dark,
With no sunrise until February,
As earth passes in its orbital arc

Around the sun, that we say is above
Us, though it is 93 million miles
Away because of the gravity of
Earth keeps the marches of our human files

Perpendicular to its surface and
Caused us to believe that the earth was flat
Even as the ships we sailed left the land
Disappeared below the horizon that

Swallowed the sun. But earth was always round
And orbited the sun and rotated
On its oblique axis and we are bound
By its gravity, a force created

By mass. I’m off on another tangent,
As winter keeps me inside, looking out
At snow and grey and fearing that cold sent
Down from the pole, as winds that whirl about

The Arctic come south bringing bitterly
Cold temperatures to the winter days
That will come before spring comes to warm me
And draws back the curtain of winter’s haze

As it’s always done, as earth rounds the sun
And holds me tightly with its gravity.
And brings me back to where spring has begun,
On my tangent of earth’s obliquity.

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Oct 03, 2018 at 4:31 PM

Hi Karl

Sorry I missed your birthday
Mine is coming up
Then we will both be 72
As will many of our classmates
Since my birthday is in October
I wrote a poem called Octoberfest
Since some of it is in German
I am sending it to you for checking
The Deutch


Im Himmel gibt’s kein Bier,
Drum trinken wir es hier.
Denn sind wir nicht mehr hier,
Dann trinken die andern unser Bier.

October comes with festivals and beer.
And it’s also the month that brought me here.
Because the first day of my life on earth
Found me in Salzburg, the place of my birth.

And I made my first cry in Mozart Square,
In the old Krankenhaus that is still there.
Hospital of the merciful brothers,
In Austria there are many others,

Many more hospitals with the same name,
But that was the one where my mother came,
“To bring me into the world,” as they say,
For my October festival birthday.

It’s chance and luck that brought my mother there,
To the old Krankenhaus on Mozart Square.
Geboren wurde ich. Wo? Sag ich wider,
Krankenhaus der Barmherzigen Brüder,

Merciful brothers, and now since I’m here,
Let’s have Octoberfest and drink some beer.
Also Schwestern und Brüder, give a cheer:
Hoorah! For our Seventy-second year.

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Sep 02, 2018 at 7:20 PM

Posted on: Aug 31, 2018 at 11:13 PM

It's the last day of August and I am thinking of my birthday
in Octo Ber and it became a poem to send out and since you
liked the last one. I put it here


The Four Bers

It’s the thirty-first of August, last day
Before the bers begin. “The bers?” You say.
“What are the bers?” Three of them are embers,
But all are bers. Everyone remembers

That Septem, Octo, Novem, Decem- bers
Are ends of summers and starts of winters,
And are the months of autumn every year.
And tomorrow the four bers will be here

To end this year. Then we’ll begin again
With two arys. As we always do when
The bers have ended and the cold has come
And we will need enough hot tea with rum

To take us through to April and spring
And summer until the year is ending
As all years must with four bers since that’s when
The year ends with the months that count to ten,

Though there are twelve. The Caesars are to blame
Since they took two of the months for their name.
Today the month named for Augustus ends
And the bers begin, as the sun descends

From north to south, as the earth goes around.
Then we will find what we have always found
Every year in the northern hemisphere,
That when bers of the calendar get here,

Summer ends, fall comes and winter starts. Then
Bers’ end and a new year begins again.
But today is the last day of August,
And as the song goes “August, die she must”

And “September I'll remember.” Or “Try
To remember” as October goes by
And becomes November and finally
December for the last refrains that we

Sing every year. When “Deep in December
It’s nice to remember” that “September
I’ll remember,” from “April, come she will,”
As you are sledding down a snowy hill,

As the bers end with brrs of winter’s cold,
As the new year is replacing the old,
We will end the refrain that began when
The months came with names for seven through ten,

As August came to an end as it must
Before the four bers that we have discussed.
And from now on we’ll surely remember
The four bers that begin with September.

But today is just one more day and we
May have many more days and years to be
Part of the universe that we are in
As time and space finds us where we begin

Septembers or in Octobers for me.
October’s the month of my nativity.
Still today is the last day of August
And the four bers will come because they must.

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Aug 21, 2018 at 9:55 PM

Posted on: Aug 21, 2018 at 4:21 PM

Hello Sylvia

Happy to see you today
At the Lunch
Here is one of the poems
That I told you about

The Song Plays On

“Junge Mädchen pflücken Blumen,

Pflücken Lotosblumen an dem Uferrande.

Zwischen Büschen und Blättern sitzen sie,

Sammeln Blüten in den Schoß und rufen

Sich einander Neckereien zu.

Gold'ne Sonne webt um die Gestalten,

Spiegelt sich im blanken Wasser wider,

Sonne spiegelt ihre schlanken Glieder,

Ihre süßen Augen wider,”

“Von der Schönheit" ("Beauty").

From “Das Lied Von Der Erde” by Gustav Mahler

“Still ist mein Herz und harret seiner Stunde!

Die liebe Erde allüberall blüht auf im Lenz und grunt

Aufs neu! Allüberall und ewig blauen licht die Fernen!

Ewig... ewig...”

“Der Abschied" ("The Farewell")

From “Das Lied Von Der Erde” by Gustav Mahler

The song from “Das Lied Von Der Erde” plays.

It’s poetry of China’s ancient days.

It sings of youth, beauty, age and farewell,

And with blue light, the music casts its spell,

And each day and night the music will play,

As earth spins on its axis, making day

And night. Eine Kliene Nachtmusik comes

Then too, as the warm summer evening hums

With the cicadas’ songs there in the park,

Where we listen to the music in the dark,

There’s a world of sounds to fill the ear,

We whisper, as they’re shouting, “I am here!”

We listen to the music, hear the words

And sometimes hear the music of the birds.

They chirp and warble, sing the song of earth,

And life. A song that tells us of our birth,

Our youth where mountain snows melted and springs

Sprung up and with a clear voice water sings

Of young girls, the earth’s song admires,

And we sing and play our parts in choirs

That sing songs of the earth. I sing the song,

I read the poetry and hum along,

As the earth’s song continues to be sung,

And orchestras of earth’s sounds are among

Us, players of the music Mahler found

In thunder, lightning and the waves of sound

That grow, fall and rise again with drumming,

Cymbals, horns, and strings, the sounds keep coming

Till the music of the earth says, “Farewell”

To sunrise, blue skies, as a distant bell

Rings. It’s the knell for a life on this blue

Earth that has been played since this world was new,

The song of earth that’s played since earth began,

Since very far before the age of man.

Now we’re part of earth’s song and sing with words,

When spring returns with blossoms and with birds,

Or Mendelssohn’s “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”

Plays as summer nights sing with new love’s theme,

Ein Sommernachtstraum or Liebestraum from

Liszt and dreams of love when summer nights come.

But then the trees remember autumn’s song

Of leaves that fall and we must sing along

Till crash of cymbals bring the winter’s snow,

That dances in the air, as the winds blow

Cold, as I get old, but I keep singing

As long as I can hear the bells ringing

Another hour because I know spring will

Return, the seasons change and I am still

Listening to the music, listening to the song

Of the earth and then singing along

“Die liebe Erde allüberall blüht”

Und spielt mich das lied bis meine abschied.

“Everywhere and forever, is the blue light

Of the horizon!” It’s beyond my sight.

“Forever ... Forever ...” I cannot see

Beyond where earth will end my poetry.


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Aug 05, 2018 at 4:16 PM

Me and mountain goats at Glacier Natl Park. Can you tell which is which?

Mountain Goats at Glacier National Park

High up on the rocks, the mountain goats go,
Or up on the glacier hidden by snow.
The white goats with white coats are hard to see
On the banks of snow, but where it’s rocky
They’re easy to spot. Today there are not
Many goats since it’s summer and it’s hot.
Though there are still patches of snow around
Up on the pass where the Rockies surround
Us as we walk past wild flowers up to
The timberline then down on a trail through
The pines to a lake surrounded by peaks,
The views of the mountains everyone seeks.

With wild flowers on the hillsides that spread
Out before us, yellow, purple and red,
Stone crop, lupine, and Indian paintbrush,
As we walk past streams with waters that rush
Down the mountains, sometimes as water falls
That roar over rocks or cut through stone walls.
As we walk on trails or ride on the boats
On the mountain lakes, since unlike the goats
We are not sure footed enough to climb
The rocks as we did once upon a time
And long ago when up the high mountain
We’d go, not quite like goats, but that was then,

When we were young and the long trails in high
Altitudes lifted us toward the blue sky.
But now we take care and just watch goats climb
The rocks, as we did once upon a time
When we were young, when mountains were ours
To enjoy. And we climbed them like towers
To heaven, many times in many years,
But now we’ve become older and our fears
Precede us as we climb like the old goats
We are, since age remembers anecdotes
Of what went wrong and could go wrong again
For old goats climbing on a high mountain,

Climbing up a mountain to see goats who
Live here, we’ll stick to trails that take us to
The views of mountain lakes and rushing streams
And waterfalls and goats with snow that seems
Out of place on a hot summer’s day, though
We’re high up in mountains where winter’s snow
Falls heavily and winters seem to be
Too long. Though we’ll have winter snows where we
Live, but they’ll melt away on a spring day
And then when the summer’s heat comes we’ll say
Let’s go to the high mountains where snow coats
The peaks and where we’ll see the mountain goats.

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Jun 27, 2018 at 3:13 PM

Hi Elaine

Sorry I'm a day late.

I was out to lunch with

Kathy and some of the gang

Yesterday -- that's my lame excuse

So I owe you a birthday poem

Here it is:


As Life’s a journey, a trip through a maze,
With dead ends and pitfalls and turn arounds,
So you have to guess, to choose the best ways
To navigate, with some assisting sounds

To get you to the circle, through the days,
Through the weeks, through the months and through the years,
With views of past, you’ll pass through future’s haze,
With vision unsure until the fog clears,

And day begins, with skies in blues or greys
With clouds or with sun, as you walk or run
Down the path, you’ve chosen, with yesterdays’
Thoughts of where we have been, what we have done,

Then time begins again, life becomes plays
A game of luck, as your pathways amaze.

As we celebrate one of your birthdays.


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Posted on: Dec 14, 2017 at 2:01 PM

Into The Waves With Suzi

“Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar.
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme,
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
Das hat eine wundersame, Gewaltige Melodei.
Die Lorelie by Heinrich Heine

Once upon a time there was a girl, who
Ran with me into the waves. It was you.
We dove under and swam and splashed around.
The waves sang and we listened to their sound.

We were on the shores of Lake Michigan.
Were we eleven or perhaps just ten?
We played in the waves, we were just children
Though I can’t remember exactly when.

It is a happy memory with joy.
I remember a little girl and boy
Dancing in the waves to their rhythmic beat,
Waving our arms and kicking with our feet.

Into the waves, we went and they passed by
As time does and we hear “Die Lorelie”
Call us into the waves of memory.
Your birthday is coming, but you shall be

As old as we were then for I will find
You there, a happy picture in my mind.
Young again in the waves and old as me,
As we leap into the waves of fantasy.

Into the waves we children go once more,
In the warm sun on the Michigan shore.
Dancing in the waves to their rhythmic beat,
Waving our arms and kicking with our feet.

It’s a happy memory filled with joy.
For the birthday girl and the birthday boy
Once upon a time there was a girl, who
Ran with me into the waves. It was you.

Happy Birthday to us.


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Mar 09, 2017 at 3:33 PM

Once Upon A Time


Once upon a time, not so long ago,

When measured by the universal clocks,

We are born, and we live, but we all know,

Time is relative, and we’re neither rocks


Nor redwood trees that live a thousand years,

Just humans, who have a past, and can trace

Our futures. With memories, hopes and fears,

We run against time, but can’t win that race,


Now, someone always there’s no longer here,

But generations pass, and we still sing,

Though when end of life comes to someone dear,

The songs we know may have a hollow ring.


God blessed us with the time that he was here,

With every day, every month and every year,


Once upon a time, that’s all there can be

Ashes to Ashes, that’s life’s mystery.


By Robert Lindner



Robert Lindner has left an In Memory comment for Chere Allen Morrison.
Jan 11, 2017 at 3:33 PM



It’s hard to remember a memory,

With seventy years of rememberings,

But I think I do remember Chere,

Though it was fifty years ago, it brings

Me back to me, in that old century.

Chere was a very pretty girl, I know,

And that is most of what comes back to me.

I’d like to add more, but it’s long ago,


And she has no profile to remind me why

I remember her, and I don’t recall

How to pronounce her name, well, perhaps I

Was shy, and she was fairest of them all.

So Chere, like share or like the sherry,

That I’ll drink in your name, here’s to what’s true,

Which is the beauty that your soul must carry,

Because Beauty’s how I remember you.


Robert Lindner

Oct 23, 2016 at 4:12 PM

HBD Robert! Cubs win is a great present!!

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Posted on: Oct 21, 2016 at 11:35 AM

Hi Suzi,

I'm 70 today. Actually, my birthdate is 10-22, but I was born in Salzburg after the war just after midnight and Salzburg is 7 hours ahead so the time of my birth will come up today.
Naturally, I have a poem for the occasion. Since your background is similar to mine, I think you will like it.

My Mother Said

“Where there’s life, there’s hope” my mother once said.
It was not original, but it was
The first time I heard about when she fled
From the Nazi’s. She had to flee because
She was a Jew. “They wanted us all dead.”
She also said. Then talked about the laws

Of Genocide, and who wrote them, a man
She worked for as a law clerk in Poland,
Rafael Lemkin, who wrote the law to ban
The killing of innocents by a planned
Process, targeting groups with views other than
Those who have the power and can command

A clan, a tribe, an army, or nation
To rid the world of people, they don’t agree
With, but crimes of mass extermination
Are as ancient as human history.
But now laws against discrimination
Have finally become reality.

But man’s inhumanity to man still
Remains, as people are starved and bombs fall.
But “While there’s life, there’s hope.” And now I will
Quote Cicero. He said this after all,
When Romans had civil wars that would kill
Many before and after Caesar’s call

To Brutus. But Cicero’s words are not
The same “Where there’s life, there’s hope,” is space,
“While there’s life, there’s hope,” is the time you’ve got
To find your hopes and dreams. Where is the place
You are. Mother was here to tell me what
She survived to be able to embrace

Me, when I was born. Now on my birthday,
I remember her. “Where there’s life,” she said.
And gave me mine. And sent me on my way
With hope, which I still have, since I have led
A lucky life, I’m here so I can say,
There’s hope. There’s life. Say, Where or While instead.

By Robert Lindner

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