Donald J. Munro

1931 ~ 2023

Donald J. Munro was born on March 5th, 1931, to Thomas Munro and Lucille Nadler Munro. He grew up in Cleveland, Ohio with his three sisters, Eleanor (Munro Kahn), Cynthia (Beeker), and Elisabeth (Smith), and beloved dog Scamper. Don received a BA from Harvard University and then spent several years in the US Navy. While working in Washington DC he met the love of his life, Ann Patterson. They were married in the Philippines, where he was stationed, in 1956, and began a life of adventure together that lasted 67 years.

Don received a PhD in Philosophy from Columbia University, and spent his career as a Professor of Philosophy and Chinese at the University of Michigan. He focused on the origins of ideas of human nature in Chinese philosophical traditions. His work was unusual in his desire to expand traditional philosophical approaches through an openness to perspectives from social and natural sciences. Don was invited to be part of the academic exchanges that deepened connections between China and the West in the late 1970s and 1980s. He taught at Peking University and The Chinese University of Hong Kong, and he was appointed as a visiting scholar at the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences in Beijing. He received a Guggenheim Fellowship and served on the American Council of Learned Societies. His many books and articles were highly regarded by both Chinese and Western scholars. After he retired from teaching he and Ann endowed the Tang Junyi Professorship at the University of Michigan to bridge Philosophy and Chinese Studies. He was beloved by his students and cared deeply about them. He was a model scholar, a ‘master teacher’ who embodied the principles and insights he sought to transmit. He formed lifelong friendships with many of his students and had a deep impact on the next generation of China scholars.

Don was endlessly curious about the world and could predictably be found stretched out on the couch reading, with a cat on his belly. He loved books about WWII, science, evolution, history, travel, nature, and beyond. He reveled in conversations about what he was reading and loved to exchange ideas with friends, colleagues and family. He traveled the world with Ann, and brought back new ideas and stories to share from across the globe.

He also loved walking in the woods, especially the woods of northern Michigan. Those who were lucky enough to be part of his world were invited to help Don and Ann build a log cabin (Canta Rana), from scratch, on their property on the Leelanau Peninsula. These friends share wonderful summer memories of hammering, building, jumping in the pond and swimming in Lake Michigan. Don was steadfast and loyal, clear with wisdom and encouragement for those around him. He told wonderful stories, and brought laughter and silly jokes to every gathering.

Above all, Don loved his family. He and Ann were the air each other breathed. Ann and their daughter, Sarah (Munro Holzner), were the center of his world. He loved them beyond measure, and with them his sisters and many nephews and nieces, his son-in-law Claudio Holzner, and grandsons Powell and Nicolas. When his grandsons were young they formed a trio called the ‘Magical Tricksters’ and performed magic shows for friends and neighbors, and preschool classes, whom they amazed with disappearing coins, chopped off fingers, and tales of the magical powers of the Monkey King. He brought so much love and joy, and deep kindness, to all of us. We will miss him forever.

He is preceded in death by his sister, Eleanor Munro Kahn, and nephew, Alexander (Lexi) Frankfurter.


Guestbook/Condolences

I didn't know Don as well as I would have liked, but I admired him and his work immensely over many years before meeting and getting to know him and Ann when I taught at Michigan. He had a genius for seeing what is most essential about Chinese thought (and much else) and a clarity of thought and expression that made it relatively easy for the rest of us to catch the import of his insights and thereby be both informed and inspired. He and Ann were two of the most gracious, just, generous, and caring people I have ever met and when I went through a very difficult period when "friends" were very difficult to find, they were there, steadfast, true, and clear with wisdom and encouragement. I shall never forget either my intellectual or personal debt to him.


- Philip J. Ivanhoe

Ann. I just read about Don’s passing. I’m sorry to hear this. He was a learned, kind, and sweet man. I’m sure you have wonderful memories of your life together! ( 69 years!)
Take care,
Leslee


- Leslee Meltzer

I met Don at Linda and Doug Hollowell's wedding and also had the opportunity to visit his cabin in Michigan. What a rich and wonderful gift Don has been to his family, students, and academics around the world. My condolences to the family.


- Christine Cipriani Wilson

Very sad to hear of Don's passing. he was a always such a warm and thoughtful person. I will miss the intelligent conversations we had. I learned much from him.It was always a pleasure to see Don and Ann at their cabin in the woods. When I was working with youth at the Family Court, Don was very supportive of my gardening with kids program that raised food for the local food pantry. we will miss him.


- TJ and Missie Mayhew

When Great Trees Fall
Maya Angelou
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

The woods will miss you Don, rest in peace our “very best” neighbor. Tom & Bobbie Jamison


- Tom & Bobbie Jamison