I was saddened to learn of the recent death of Bob Weir, longtime guitarist of the Grateful Dead, at age 78. Yesterday I called my friend the raconteur, and distinguished Connecticut nurseryman, Pierre Bennerup who turns 92 today. There’s a connection between the two. Pierre taught Weir in the 8th grade. I talk to Pierre every few weeks but only heard this story a few years ago.

Bob Weir and Mickey Hart during the 2009 Obama inauguration
Pierre graduated from Princeton in 1956 and later attended UC Berkeley Law School for a year. Law didn’t suit him, but he liked the Bay Area. He got a job teaching 8th grade.

The second generation nurseryman, and co-founder of the Perennial Plant Association, got a call around Christmas twenty-five years ago, from Tommy Wilson, a former student at The Menlo School in Atherton, California. They had not spoken since 1961. “Tommy called to apologize for all the mean tricks he’d played on me when while I was a teacher there.” He was the ringleader of 12 boys. They had a nice talk, and Pierre asked about other classmates, eventually inquiring about what ever happened to “Weirdo.” There was a pause and then Wilson asked, “You don’t know what happened to Weirdo?” Pierre said he had no idea. Weirdo became the rhythm guitarist for the Warlocks that soon became the Grateful Dead in 1965, four years after Pierre had been his teacher. Bob Weir was seventeen.

Pierre Bennerup in Salvisa, Kentucky with Hibiscus coccineus and Silphium perfoliatum in late July 2025
As a student, Pierre said, “Bobby was mildly dyslexic, obviously smart, a good kid. Didn’t cause any problems at all. And this was a class full of troublemakers. I was a terrible disciplinarian.”

Grateful Dead 1970, Herb Greene photo, WIkimedia Commons. Bob Weir is in the back-center.
I asked Pierre if he’d ever listened to the Grateful Dead. “I’ve never been a Deadhead but I do appreciate their music. I’d never put two and two together about Weirdo.”
Watch the 2024 Kennedy Center Awards and the Grateful Dead
Allen,
Man, I love your stories! This another wonderful one! The photo of Pierre is great! That was while he was traveling west to attend the PPA Symposium in Des Moines. I will never forget the fun hug that he delivered to me from YOU!
Wishing you a wonderful 2026,
Jennifer
Thank you, Jennifer. Yes, it’s a great photo of Pierre. He and Cheryl stayed with us in Salvisa for a couple of days before heading the PPA symposium. It’s always fun to see him. Happy New Year to you, too!
I love the stories you share. Brightened my morning and lifted my spirits. Getting ready to hit our city trail that borders our property here in Oregon and continue removing ivy from the trees. It’s satisfying and a good workout for this 78 year old body.. Take care.
When you refer to a catalogue seed choice as an “alpine”, what you do you mean? I’m unfamiliar with what anyone would call an “alpine’ seed. Thanks for your input!
Alice, an alpine (seeds) would refer to plants that grow naturally at high elevation—mountains (Alps, Rockies, Himalayas, Andes, etc.)
Thanks Allen. I too was surprised by the news of Bob Weir’s passing. I hadn’t heard of him being ill or the cancer diagnosis. It hit me kind of hard. While I was a little late to the party, (probably late 20’s. I’m 62 now) The music hits me just right. I still look forward to rainy afternoons, working in my garage with some Grateful Dead playing. I was fortunate to see Jerry twice when he was still with us. Saw Dead and company a number of times which Bob had nurtured and kept going for as long as he could.
I’ll say it again; music really helps me navigate life. Music and springtime, when trees are beginning to bud and temps are getting warmer. Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming. Heads all empty and I don’t care.
Thank you, Paul. I like your remembrance. I also had the chance to see the Dead 3 or 4 times and enjoyed each show. Each one different than the other.
Fabulous post. One of your best, Allen.
Much-needed during this horrific month.
Keep on truckin’!
Thank you, Diane.
Great post, Paul. “Those were the days, my friend.”
Love your last two sentences and counting the days til Spring.
The Dead always loved playing outside at our famed outdoor amphitheater, Red Rocks, southwest of Denver. And were regular visitors. You could smell it for miles.
As is YoYoMa. Life is just so weirdly gratifying sometimes.
“What a long strange trip it’s been.”
I told this very story to two friends while taking a walk on Sunday. One friend ad told us that her husband was sad about Bob Weir’s passing. Pierre shared this story with me years ago. How fun to read it in Garden Rant this morning. I was fortunate to be a CT horticulturist and often enjoyed Pierre’s stories. 92! Wow!!
Nancy, what a coincidence. I was also reminded of this story on Sunday. I mentioned to a mutual friend that Pierre was turning 92, and they brought up the year with Bob Weir.Pierre is wonderful. He’s loaded with stories.
Wow Allen, what a fun read! I never knew Pierre taught school…. Dan Simon sent me the heads up on your article.
I saw The Dead multiple times and loved how each concert felt so unique- even from night to night. Just before starting at Sunny Border, one of my tenants was a devout Dead Head who annually attended over 30 concerts nationwide, collecting every bootleg version available of every concert ever performed. Weirdo was revered in their circle. It will be fun to connect with her and pass on this connection.
Thanks Allen. Always enjoyed your writing. I am still shocked that Pierre taught 8th grade! Never heard him refer to it. Take care and keep sharing…
Lynn, thanks to Dan Simon for sharing the story, and so good to hear from you, and learn about your love for The Dead. And your tenant’s obsession! Best wishes to you.
I start reading stories now for the first time I learn to know Pierre in 1985 my first time in the US also you Allen i think it was with PPA I have learned so much from all my friends in the years also to have you here over in Europe during the ISU meetings need to start reading more the Rants stories
Nico,thanks for commenting and good to hear from you. Yes, it must have been the 1995 PPA. And later I enjoyed visiting Holland and your nursery—and others. It was a privilege to speak at the Grunberg Winter Conference. I think it was my favorite conference of all of them. Best wishes to you and Ria.
Fare the well. Rest in Peace, Bob Weir.
Yes, indeed, Judith.
Wonderful story! Thanks for writing it. I didn’t know Pierre was so close in age to my father (he’ll be 95 in July and is doing great!) Hope you are well!
Martha, thank you. Good to hear from you. Please wish your dad the best His generation was inspirational to young perennial growers like me. I’m creaky but well. Very best wishes to you.
all we need is for some botanist to breed musical flowers..reminds me of the talking flowers in Lewis Carroll’s Through the Looking Glass.
Sally, now there’s an idea…