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This memorial website was created in memory of our beloved mother, Gloria Hieger, 95 years old, born on February 15, 1926, and passed away on January 5, 2022. We will remember her forever.
February 16
February 16
Ever present, ever formidable, ever the embodiment of many of the ideals I have incorporated into my own life. To me, you are always and forever mother, confidant, peer and friend. The priceless bond we formed in recent years has helped carry me through some of the most difficult parts of my life. I am forever indebted to you for this.

I always remember how we were able to make each other laugh. That laughter was the release we both so often needed from the daily burdens of life. When the veil is lifted from the blur of our daily toils, it becomes clear that it is precisely this journey that has made us who we are, and the workaday complaints become far less significant than realization of the good that emanated despite the struggle. We both had them, and experienced some of the same ups and downs. In this way, you were a peerless peer to me.

My eternal love to you.
February 15
February 15
And what about that time that you dreamed that you were brushing your teeth and woke up laughing hysterically because you spit all over your pillow? That's a good story. Or the funny things you'd say inadvertently, like "I did a little," or "Button your sweater better." Carl and Bobby and I still laugh uncontrollably when we recall these wonderful, natural moments of character comedy you and Dad provided for us in our growing up years.

Needless to say, I miss you terribly, Mommy, and I'd give anything to hold you in my arms and hug you again. I do hug you every night, but I'm really hugging myself; still I'm hugging that part of you which constitutes part of myself. We're cut from the same bolt. I love what Bobby wrote below this entry. It brings tears to my eyes.

We are so lucky to have each other, in whatever form.

So Happy 98th Birthday, Mommy. I can never forget you, not for any moment of any day or night. I carry you in my neural map and my cells, in my bones and in my memories, and most of all, in my heart.

Your one and only daughter, Joanie
January 7
January 7
I am two days late for the anniversary date that you transitioned to that place none of us can know until we get there.

I already posted a tribute to you on my Facebook page on the actual day, but I can never pay enough tribute to you, and also to the shared experience of a lifetime that we had.

I am ever with you as you are with me. I never doubt this for a second. Through my trials and tribulations working a full time job for the first time in my life, I have had some great triumphs along with the growing pains. Through all of this, I feel certain that it is the tenacity I inherited from you that allowed me to persevere and not allow setbacks to defeat me.

One day, in whatever form this encounter takes, I fully expect to be communing with you and Dad on the other side. We can have a few good laughs at what we have all been through and also at the human folly that lingers on the physical plane. Until then, I feel both of you with me every day of the week, every day of the year. And I am very fortunate.

My love to both you and Dad, who I feel certain you still call in to dinner when he lingers in the study.
January 6
I can never light enough candles to equal the glow of your being, dearest Gloria, mommy of my life who never leaves my side. I love you so much I can barely contain it. Recently, difficulties with my health put me in close touch with you and dad, my guardians and protectors, my gone darlings. I felt you with me every step of the way and now I'm through all the scary parts. Although with you beside me and within me, I was never really scared.

My friend Lois, who loves you so much, Mommy, came over yesterday, day of your Yahrzeit, also of her mother's Yahrzeit, and Lois's husband Charles' father, as well. We lit candles three Yahrzeit candles and performed a spontaneous ritual of commemoration, love and continuance with a Jewish tinge. I can't tell you how much in touch we felt, speaking with each of you in my little kitchen in the east village, miles away from where we lived our lives together over the course of considerable time. We have been so fortunate to have been gifted with each other. Lois and I plan to continue this ritual tradition as long as we both are able. And of course, we will always sing of you and celebrate you, as you have gifted us with your selves and your love.

Blessed mother, I will never for one moment forget you.

Joanie
February 20, 2023
February 20, 2023
Hard to imagine that her birthday passed without my comment. 5 days late, I feel compelled to say something, meaningful, hopefully, but at least observant of the day.

It is now more than a year since Gloria's passing. I choose to focus, however, on the vibrance she gives off even in her physical absence. I always think of her as a force of nature, but also a force of all that is life-affirming.

The love between us is eternal and will most probably exceed the length of my days. But for this I am grateful. Nothing ever truly disappears. It just changes form.
February 15, 2023
February 15, 2023
Happy Birthday, my dearest love. You are never away from me. You are always around me. You make me laugh, tear up, and think. I remember today how you taught me how to read when I was three years old. Throughout our lives together, we shared books. One book in particular I remember you turning me on to was Betty Smith's A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. How apt. We are both Brooklyn girls.
Happy Birthday, dear eternal Mommy. I miss your physical presence so much.
February 15, 2023
February 15, 2023
Happy Birthday Gloria. We are certainly missing you down here. I am still wishing I was able to say goodbye. Me and the kids still laugh about some of the things you used to say and do with great joy; your memory lives on in these stories. I miss falling asleep to you playing your beautiful piano to this day. I hope you are happy and at peace, wherever you are now in the universe.
January 5, 2023
January 5, 2023
My beloved mother,
I am lonely for you. My life has less shape because of your absence, more shape because of your eternal influence on this container in which I live. The body, such a mysterious thing. Can't live without it, but can experience regardless. I feel you every day. You guide my thoughts, inhabit my expressions, hold me when I am bereft.
I miss you so much, despite the fact of your constancy. Your infectious laugh and beautiful smile. Your dry wit. Your tenderness. Your grace and love that was all-enveloping, and shared with so many. My little love.
When I was a teenager and we were going through that horrible period between daughters and mothers that I imagine most daughters and mothers do, I remember you felt so outside of the affections I lavished on my best friends. You wanted to be my best friend. I always remembered this. And when you were 93, one time as I kissed you goodnight, I told you how much I loved you and told you that you were my best friend. You got tears in your eyes and the look of love that you gave me was precious beyond words.
I love and honor you for all you were and all you still are. For the memories and scraps of paper here and there I come across, on which you wrote down your thoughts. You never kept a diary and you never thought of yourself as a writer, but you were often amazingly profound on the page. You certainly were so at the piano.
Every moment of my life is tinged with the gifts you and dad bestowed on me. As a childless woman, this is the legacy I have, that of a daughter, somehow frozen in time and perhaps a bit replete. Nonetheless, you gave me the ability to be nurturing and loving. So, nothing lost.
This page is about you and me and dad and my brothers Carl and Bobby, your sons. Our remarkable karmic unit of soulstuff travels through the universe now and in all ways. I am grateful to be a part of this family, this life, this energy. I love you so much, Mom, and cherish you every day. Whither thou goest.
Joanie
January 5, 2023
January 5, 2023
It's been a year already. Seems like yesterday. She is with me every day, my staunchest supporter, my companion along the journey of life. Not a single day goes by without my thinking about her. They are happy memories amidst the sadness of her physical absence. But she remains with me always. I am grateful to be her son and will adore her forever.

January 5, 2023
January 5, 2023
May Gloria forever rest in peace looking down at her beloved children. She was a beautiful soul.
February 9, 2022
February 9, 2022
Gloria was the best Mother and Mother In-law I have ever known.She gave me an amazing warm welcome into her Family after I married to her daughter Joanie in 1995 ,and had to relocated from Germany to join Joanie in Newyork..She is a very caring and kind personality who goes at any length to make any one comfortable. I cannot forget when the U.S , immigration services in Kentucky approved of my Visa to immigrate from Germany in 1996 and as I went to the U.S , Consulate in Frankfort Germany to obtain my already approved Visa ,the consulate started to demand unnecessary Conditions which delayed the issuance of my Visa that particular day and I then called Joanie and narrated the problem , so Joanie had called her mother Glorious and. told her what l was going through. And to my greatest surprised Gloria had written to the U .S , Consulate VISA section in Frankfurt a fax demanding them to issue me a Visa to enable me to join my wife Joanie In Newyork Cithy ,so she sent me a copy of the same letter by Fedex which I used to present to the Consulate and my Visa was given to me on to spot.
Gloria was a very powerful and influential personality and Educated that anybody who knew her testify testify.
I am with tears in my eyes while writing . Therefore, I apologize for all the mistakes I make in this writing. I miss Gloria the woman I call MOM since the passing away of my biological Mother in 2012 .My prayer is May almighty God accept the humble Soul of Gloria into eternity .May the Lord grant us her Children and I son InLaw the Fortitude to cope with the irreparable Loss..
We will miss her Charming and Charismatic attitude forever. Thanks
Godson Zosike
Son Inaw.
February 6, 2022
February 6, 2022
It's as if it were yesterday. I was present, of course, with Joanie at the moment she passed. It was very sad, of course. But she clearly expressed relief after her long struggle trying to retain her faculties.

I will always remember this moment, but what I remember far more are the countless moments of enjoyment, laughter, deep discussions, shared insights and shared feelings that come with a relationship of nearly 60 years. I also remember with pride and joy her prodigious accomplishments as a musician who filled my every day with glorious music when I was growing up.

For this I am eternally grateful.
January 23, 2022
January 23, 2022
These tributes convince me that I was always right about you, my little love. You are The Epitomommy!
January 21, 2022
January 21, 2022
Even though I never met Mama Gloria but her kindness touched many lives. She showed love and embraced those that needed comfort. May her soul rest in perfect peace and her family comforted.
January 20, 2022
January 20, 2022
I was so blessed to meet you, Gloria, mother of dear friends and creative collaborators for peace and justice, Joanie and Bobby. This site is a beautiful tribute to your life's tremendous work and spirit, which lives on in the voices, intellects, giggles, and songs of your children and all you have blessed with your music and good cheer. Rest in peace.
January 19, 2022
January 19, 2022
I loved Gloria. I met her in 1975 when she lived with her family in Los Angeles. I was friends with her daughter, Joanie. I vividly remember her playing the piano with her red lipstick on and her red hair electrifying the room. She didn't really play the piano, she commanded the piano to play through her. Gloria's family was the first Jewish family that I met (I was fresh from the Midwest :)) - and imagine my great luck to know her and Nathan and Bobby and Carl and Sophie. Gloria enriched my life by knowing her and her family. She was tough and loving all at the same time. Gloria, I send you love and to your family I send my heart and thanks for introducing me to a world class family of artists and activists.
January 19, 2022
January 19, 2022
Rest in peace, Glorious Gloria, the mother of my dear old friends Bobby & Joanie. What a happy day it was in Nov. 2015 to finally meet you.
January 18, 2022
January 18, 2022
Gloria was one of those special people who made you feel "warm all over" and valued in her presence. She always was happy, and made me happy just by being with her. Her lovely smile was only surpassed by her mass of pretty red hair! She was the epitome of a beautiful woman-- both inside and out!!! I was honored to have spent time with her.

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February 16
February 16
Ever present, ever formidable, ever the embodiment of many of the ideals I have incorporated into my own life. To me, you are always and forever mother, confidant, peer and friend. The priceless bond we formed in recent years has helped carry me through some of the most difficult parts of my life. I am forever indebted to you for this.

I always remember how we were able to make each other laugh. That laughter was the release we both so often needed from the daily burdens of life. When the veil is lifted from the blur of our daily toils, it becomes clear that it is precisely this journey that has made us who we are, and the workaday complaints become far less significant than realization of the good that emanated despite the struggle. We both had them, and experienced some of the same ups and downs. In this way, you were a peerless peer to me.

My eternal love to you.
February 15
February 15
And what about that time that you dreamed that you were brushing your teeth and woke up laughing hysterically because you spit all over your pillow? That's a good story. Or the funny things you'd say inadvertently, like "I did a little," or "Button your sweater better." Carl and Bobby and I still laugh uncontrollably when we recall these wonderful, natural moments of character comedy you and Dad provided for us in our growing up years.

Needless to say, I miss you terribly, Mommy, and I'd give anything to hold you in my arms and hug you again. I do hug you every night, but I'm really hugging myself; still I'm hugging that part of you which constitutes part of myself. We're cut from the same bolt. I love what Bobby wrote below this entry. It brings tears to my eyes.

We are so lucky to have each other, in whatever form.

So Happy 98th Birthday, Mommy. I can never forget you, not for any moment of any day or night. I carry you in my neural map and my cells, in my bones and in my memories, and most of all, in my heart.

Your one and only daughter, Joanie
January 7
January 7
I am two days late for the anniversary date that you transitioned to that place none of us can know until we get there.

I already posted a tribute to you on my Facebook page on the actual day, but I can never pay enough tribute to you, and also to the shared experience of a lifetime that we had.

I am ever with you as you are with me. I never doubt this for a second. Through my trials and tribulations working a full time job for the first time in my life, I have had some great triumphs along with the growing pains. Through all of this, I feel certain that it is the tenacity I inherited from you that allowed me to persevere and not allow setbacks to defeat me.

One day, in whatever form this encounter takes, I fully expect to be communing with you and Dad on the other side. We can have a few good laughs at what we have all been through and also at the human folly that lingers on the physical plane. Until then, I feel both of you with me every day of the week, every day of the year. And I am very fortunate.

My love to both you and Dad, who I feel certain you still call in to dinner when he lingers in the study.
Her Life

Highlights of Gloria's Life

January 17, 2022
  • Gloria was born in Brooklyn, New York on February 15, 1926 to Isaac (Izzy) and Sophie Greenberg.
  • Gloria began studying piano at age 5. At age 11 she won a gold metal at an Amateur Musicians Contest from New York City Department of Parks.
  • She met her future husband, Nathan Hieger, as a teenager, and they grew their friendship by playing violin and piano sonatas together. 
  • She married her husband on March 31,1945 in Brooklyn, NY, after he returned from World War II.
  • She debuted as a professional concert pianist on October 7, 1945 at The New York Times Hall, and was reviewed as showing “much promise of fine things to come” and “unusual natural talent.” 
  • She and Nathan moved to Pittsburgh, PA, a year or so later, when Nathan was hired as a violinist at the Pittsburgh Symphony under Maestro Fritz Reiner.
  • In Pittsburgh she continued her musical career, serving as staff pianist for the Pittsburgh Symphony and as accompanist for the then-fledgling Pittsburgh Opera company, as well as co-hosting string quartet evenings in her home.
  • In Pittsburgh she gave birth to her daughter, Joanie, in 1949, and her son Carl in 1957.
  • in 1957 the family moved to Los Angeles in search of new musical ventures.
  • Her third child and second son, Robert (Bobby) was born in 1962.
  • In Los Angeles she continued her musical career, teaching piano, working as a vocal coach, serving as an accompanist to multiple organizations, playing with the San Gabriel Orchestra and other musical groups, all while working at a social service agency and raising her three children.
  • After she and Nathan retired, they enjoyed traveling, visiting Hawaii, China, and their son Carl, who sings with the Zurich Opera in Switzerland.
  • Two years after Nathan passed in 2013, she moved east to Manchester, New Jersey to be closer to her children Joanie and Bobby.
  • She suffered from heart disease and other ailments during her final years, and Joanie and Bobby became her caregivers. During those years she enjoyed several outings to New York City and celebrated with a great variety of friends on her birthdays and other holidays.
  • She passed away on January 5, 2022, just short of her 96th birthday.




Early years

January 17, 2022
Gloria S. Greenberg was born in Brooklyn, New York on February 15, 1926 to Isaac (Izzy) and Sophie Greenberg. She spent her early childhood at the height of the Great Depression, but Izzy, an enterprising Russian immigrant, managed to keep his family fed and clothed, even arranging music lessons for both his children. 

Gloria began studying piano at age 5 and practiced 6-8 hours a day, despite her parents begging her to go outside and play.  She spent summers in the Borscht Belt singing and accompanying herself on popular songs. However, her deepest love was classical music.  At age 11 she won a gold metal at an Amateur Musicians Contest from New York City Department of Parks .

Gloria’s younger brother Harold began studying violin with Nathan Hieger, a brilliant young student of Reuven Heifetz (father of world-famous violinist Jascha Heifetz). Gloria’s father Isaac became so enamored of Nathan that he arranged an introduction to his precocious daughter. He brought Gloria to Nathan’s family home and asked her to play something. She spun off the Mendelssohn Concerto in G Minor without effort. Nathan then asked Gloria if she knew Beethoven’s C Minor Piano and Violin Sonata. “No,” she replied, “but I’ll sight-read it.” After they played the piece, he was so stunned that she could sight-read so flawlessly that he kissed her on the cheek impulsively. Gloria and Nathan continued meeting at their respective family homes to play violin and piano sonatas together. One afternoon, after playing the 2nd movement of the Bach Concerto for Violin in E Major, they exchanged their first grown-up kiss.

During her teens, Gloria worked at Juilliard School as an accompanist, hoping to earn a full scholarship after high school. After graduating high school, she continued piano studies and taught privately, while preparing a concert-length program of solo piano works. At 19, on October 7, 1945, Gloria gave her debut recital at New York Times Hall (now the Hayes Theater) to favorable notice. The New York Times declared she “showed much promise of fine things to come” and “revealed unusual natural talent.” The Jewish Journal reported that she played Chopin pieces “with the poetry inherent in them and with the eloquence that they possess.”


Marriage and early adult years

January 17, 2022
During the early 40s, the Nazi regime took hold in Europe, making American Jews very anxious. Many had left relatives behind in the “old country.” Nathan enlisted in the Army, carrying his violin from Italy to Algiers during two tours of duty over the course of four years. Gloria was constantly worried for his safety. The two corresponded during his service, and even though he was concerned about their age difference, things were getting more serious between them. 

When Nathan returned from active duty in 1945, he procured a seat in the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. Following a short engagement, Gloria and Nathan were married on March 31, 1945 in New York City.

A few years before the birth of their first child Joanie in 1949, Nathan was hired by Maestro Fritz Reiner and the Pittsburgh Symphony. The Hiegers relocated to Pittsburgh. While a young mother, Gloria continued to distinguish herself as a professional musician in the burgeoning environment of Pittsburgh. She served as staff pianist for the Pittsburgh Symphony and as accompanist for the then-fledgling Pittsburgh Opera company, playing for such productions as Puccini's Madama Butterfly, Gian Carlo Menotti's Amahl and the Night Visitors, and Kurt Weill's Down in the Valley, as well as co-hosting string quartet evenings in her home.  She was featured in Ralph Lewando’s regular column, “Who’s Who in Pittsburgh Musical Circles” in The Pittsburgh Press, January 9, 1949.


Recent stories

Admonishment—"Swivel Tuchis"

January 5, 2023
A particularly funny incident I remember relates back to when I was a young child—probably between 9 and 11 years old, living in West Covina, California, with my parents.

In this ranch style house, there was a counter at which there were swiveling bar stools. Being a young child with mischievous tendencies, because the chairs swiveled, I had to swivel on one of them incessantly.

This began to great on my mother's nerves, understandably. She repeatedly asked me to stop, and being the mischievous youngster I was, I persisted in swiveling and grating on her nerves.

Finally, in a moment of frustration, she called out to me, "Oy, swivel tuchis!"

This stopped me dead in my tracks, but only for a while, after which I resumed swiveling. She ignored it for a time, then finally intoned on a broken descending triad, "Swivel Ass!"

You can't make these things up. The two of us used to laugh about this incident through the years.

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