Maurine Weiner, a neighbor, sat in her porch chair and stared at the remains of Gluck family’s home. It was in their living room where she had taken knitting classes, which Mrs. Gluck taught for free to women in the neighborhood. It was in their kitchen where she sampled Mrs. Gluck’s freshly baked challah, and where she got a chance to say a special prayer over the bread and be blessed.

None of this was surprising if you knew the Glucks, Mrs. Weiner said, recalling a day seven years ago when her neighbor waited by a window until she returned from the hospital to meet her in the snow with hot soup.

Mr. Gluck, who worked at a hardware company, had the same caring nature. Neighbors recounted the times when they returned from all-night wedding parties and saw Mr. Gluck leaving his house at 4 a.m., as he volunteered to open a synagogue for morning prayers.

Family was of profound importance to Mr. Gluck, said Shaya Birnbaum, a son-in-law. The Glucks had four children, two sons and two daughters. Mr. Gluck was known as a thoughtful gift-giver to his grandchildren, remembering to even include the batteries for electronic toys, Mr. Birnbaum said. He recalled how, when his father-in-law heard that he was struggling financially to send a son to summer camp, Mr. Gluck paid for it. “He didn’t have the money, and like that, he still paid for it. That’s who he was.”