Book of Memories for Irving Weiner Recent updates for the Book of Memories http://amisrael.frontrunnerpro.com/runtime/113698/runtime.php?SiteId=113698&NavigatorId=1293012&ItemId=2862714&op=tributeMemorialCandles&viewOpt=dpaneOnly Frontrunner Professional Book of Memories V4 en-gb Story shared: Word's from Samantha -- Grandpa's Eulogy -- March 1, 2017 http://amisrael.frontrunnerpro.com/runtime/113698/runtime.php?SiteId=113698&NavigatorId=1293012&ItemId=2862714&op=tributeFamilyStories&viewOpt=dpaneOnly&gid=story6648916

My grandfather and I had a very special bond and I am going to miss him so incredibly much. I’m going to miss hearing him say "Yellow? when he answered the phone. I’m going to miss hearing him call me cookie face and sweetheart. I’m going to miss our conversations discussing politics, current events, and other pressing matters. I’m going to really miss hearing his insight into life and his vibrant, exciting, and adventure filled stories from his past. My grandpa’s stories from USC and from his time in the army were so thrilling to hear and proved he lived an exciting and full life.

My grandfather was a proud USC Trojan and US Army Veteran. He swam for the USC men’s swim team and was a proud member of Tau Epsilon Pi Fraternity. He would tell me stories about his time spent at USC attending football games and studying in Doheny Library. I feel so honored that I was able to follow in his footsteps at SC and it really created a special unity between us. I remember when my grandparents came to USC my freshman year for family weekend and he took me around campus showing me his “spots” and the traditions he made when he was on campus. Sharing a legacy with him at USC will always be really special and I know I will be fighting on with him forever.

I had the honor and privilege of interviewing my grandpa with my sister a few years ago and we asked him what words of wisdom would he give to us. He replied, “You need to be patient with your life. Do not try to run too fast through life or cut corners. Make sure to be patient each day and take it moment by moment.”

The dictionary describes patience as “The capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset. And to be quiet, steady, and even-tempered.”

My grandfather truly embodied these words as he approached each day relaxed, with a happy spirit, an even-temper, an open heart, an open mind and a gracious attitude. In my 26 years, I never saw my grandfather upset or angry. He was always easygoing and relaxed with a big smile on his face, and he kept this spirit going even until his final days. When I would stay over at my grandparents, I would get up in the morning to him sitting at the kitchen counter in his robe and slippers, eating half a bagel, cottage cheese, and some fruit with a cup of dark coffee. He would call out “well hello there cookie face. Good morning!” He would then talk with me about that day’s current events from the paper. He was so excited yet relaxed. Never rushing through his day however still energetic about life. Over the past few years my grandpa’s body began failing him. Things began to slow down, his skin became paper thin, and ailments began to increase. However, I never once saw him complain. He always had a huge smile on his face and such a great positive attitude. His positivity was so infectious, you couldn’t be around him without feeling good inside. My grandfather really embodied his words of wisdom. He lived life mindfully and was truly present in each moment. I hope we can all take his wisdom and slow things down to enjoy each moment, just as he did.

I feel so grateful for my grandfather’s unconditional love for me and for my family. I loved him so much and I know he loved me back. I truly appreciated his genuine interest in hearing about my life, his pride for me and my sister, his guidance, support and understanding of my authentic voice and who I am. He encouraged me to always be me. He encouraged me to pursue my dreams and listen to my heart. He would tell me, “If you love what you do, its not work.” He patiently spoke with me about my trials and tribulations, my career goals, my worries, and my concerns. He never rushed me or made me feel small. He made me feel seen and heard and for that I’m forever grateful. I will miss these conversations but also feel grateful for having had them. I know I can imagine my grandfather and feel his presence when I need any type of clarity, support, or understanding.

Last but not least, I am grateful for bearing witness to my grandfather’s true love story with my grandma. I don’t know how to describe the love that my grandfather had with my grandmother. It was like one out of a fairytale book. They loved each other with their complete and whole hearts. They loved being with each other and talking to each other every day. My grandfather would still get giddy with excitement and gush over my grandma when she walked into a room, admiring her inner and outer beauty. Their love was so deep and so wide it could take up the Whole Ocean and sea. Watching them was like magic. When I asked my grandpa what the happiest part of his life was he replied simply, “being married to your grandmother.” Even in his decline, all he wanted to do was be with her. I hope we all experience the kind of unwavering love like they did.

It was in my grandpa’s final hours that his even keeled patience slipped away and agitation rolled in because his heart could not handle leaving his beloved wife. He was agitated to be still in bed because he still had such a will to live and a spirit of persistence. Holding him still was painful because there was still so much tenacity for life in him. I know my grandfather lived such an incredibly full life and while my heart hurts, it is also so incredibly full from 26 full years of loving and having him in my life.

I promise you Grandpa, I will take your tenacity for life and apply it to my own life. I will never take a day for granted.  And I promise to be more patient and more loving in your memory. May his memory forever be a blessing. I’ll love you forever grandpa.  Too-da-lou

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My grandfather was one of the most incredible human beings, and an amazing role model. He always had a huge smile on his face.  There was something unique and extraordinary about him, and it was a privilege to be his granddaughter.  Being a fellow Scorpios (our birthdays were one day apart – November 7th and 8th) created an undeniable bond.  We had a tradition of celebrating with my grandmother and father (all November birthdays).  Somehow as my grandfather, my father and I all got older, my grandmother seemed to always stay 26.  I still cannot imagine a day when I call and he is not there to answer.  It was a gift to celebrate his 95th birthday this year, and his 66th wedding anniversary to my beautiful grandmother.  The true love they shared for each other is one that will continue to inspire us all.

I loved spending time with both my grandparents, who instilled lessons of life.  My grandfather always shared with me his knowledge and wisdom regarding foreign policy, world affairs and more.  He even taught me how to play cards and drive a golf cart when I acted as his caddy for a week in San Diego.  He taught me the values of family, friendship, strong work ethic and integrity. I cannot thank him enough for the advice, for the friendship, for his love.

The memories I have of my grandfather will be with me forever. He came to my graduation from the University of Pennsylvania.  When I was in college, I took a history class on war and society.  The assignment was to interview a family member about World War II.  I interviewed my grandfather about his experiences, and my family asked me to share them today.  Before I start, I want to add that my grandfather met my professor during graduation week in Philadelphia. I was so proud for my professor to meet my hero, in person. Here’s his story:

 

GRANDPA’S STORY

It was December 7th, 1941 and the attack on Pearl Harbor mobilized the country for war.  Boys became men with slips of paper that drafted them into the army, navy and air force.  Men and women, young and old, all devoted their “service” to the war effort.

My grandfather, Irving Weiner, was a member of the Third Air Commando Group.  This group was an all encompassing company, outfitted with airplanes, infantry and signal communications.  It was an independent outfit that was sent on special operations to accomplish specific goals.  His narrative sheds light on World War II from the eyes of a young man.

My grandpa received his draft card when he was an undergraduate student at the University of Southern California (USC).  He was studying industrial management and commerce - he and his fellow classmates would study an area and decide what was necessary to set up a company.  When war broke out, his professor became second in command of the War Production Industry on the West Coast directly responsible to General Knudsen, overseeing the transformation of raw materials into final products that could be used for the war.  Many companies were not prepared for war; the country had to transition from a peacetime economy to a wartime economy.  As students and professors joined the war effort, the pressure to contribute to the Allied struggle increased.

Rufus B. von Klein-Smid, the fifth president of USC from 1921 to 1947, gave a University-wide speech encouraging senior students to ‘finish their college education and not run off to the war.’  In the meantime, my grandpa and his older brother Ralph served in the Los Angeles Peace Corps.  As my grandpa recalls, “I had a helmet, a pistol and a searchlight and I walked the streets of Figueroa and Adams [in Los Angeles].”  As soon as it got dark, the Peace Corps would walk the streets of downtown Los Angeles and direct traffic.  Blackouts became routine for fear the enemy would use precision bombings to destroy the city and the people within it.  People even drove their cars without lights.  My grandpa remembers a few of the alert signals in which he and his fellow volunteers ran to their specific locations to defend against the possibility of bombings and/or coming invasions.  The attack on Pearl Harbor motivated many college students to volunteer for the war effort while still maintaining their college/academic careers.  My grandpa finished his undergraduate degree and graduated with his brother Ralph in 1942.  His graduation in May of 1942 marked the end of his journey to serve the American public on the home-front and the beginning of his journey to the battlefronts in the Pacific.

Ralph and my grandpa went home to Elizabeth, New Jersey to enlist in the armed forces.  Despite the fact that my grandpa was never called through the draft, he was determined to make a difference.  As soon as he was back in Elizabeth, he enlisted in the air force, pursuing his aspiration of becoming a pilot.  “I’ll never forget – I went down to enlist in the air force and they wouldn’t take me.  They wanted people to be under 210 pounds, and no bigger than six feet tall because that’s how the planes were built.  I was 214 pounds.  My brother Ralph took me to the sweat bath in Newark, New Jersey.  I went there on a Friday and got out on Sunday afternoon.  I sweated it out and I went back [on Monday] and weighed in at 209 pounds.  I had lost five pounds in four days.  That’s what people did those days.”

Although my grandpa enlisted as an air cadet, he didn’t pass the pressure-depressurization tests and he became an enlisted soldier in the ground forces of the Third Air Commando Group.

After my grandpa completed his training, he was sent overseas to New Guinea.  One of the most defining moments during the war for my grandpa was when his unit went from New Guinea to Leyte in 1944.  As soon as the ship arrived in the Leyte Gulf, the men on-board were told to get off the ship quickly because of in-coming Japanese Kamikaze attacks.  General MacArthur was head of the invasion at Leyte.  My grandpa’s ship arrived in Leyte on D2 – the second day of the invasion of Leyte.  “We got onto the beach and couldn’t move for four or five days because the Japanese were all around us.  [We] could see them flying overhead and we couldn’t move because of enemy fire.  We stayed there until we could move.  The tide would come in, the water would be right at our feet and we just had to lay there.”

My grandpa and his unit ate cold K-rations that they carried with them off the ships.  The men slept on the beach wearing their helmets and uniforms; they did not have beds or tents set up.  “[We] didn’t get to shower the whole time – for the first four or five days we could [only] wash our faces and hands; we were able to dig into the sand and get water in our helmets…It was a small beach and I’ll never forget it.  We were firing our guns into a place I didn’t know where.  [We were] firing at the Japanese locations.  I was a pretty good shooter.  But it’s hard to remember back that far.  [It was] seventy years ago.”

After about five days, the Third Air Commando Group was able to move about 50 to 100 yards inland.  The cooks were able to set up kitchens to feed the men and tents were set up for the men to sleep in.  When I asked my grandpa if he was scared with the Japanese Kamikazes flying overhead, he said “No, not really – we did what had to be done.”  They set up an airstrip and the fighter planes were finally able to take off.  On Leyte my grandpa was part of the ground crew.  His work on Leyte was very active and difficult.  His unit stayed on the island for six weeks before leaving for Mindanao (the island between Leyte and Luzon).

While in the islands, my grandpa’s outfit serviced the planes and the pilots, took care of ammunition, and did all the personnel work. “We were all one group.  I think we were about 3,000 men.  You stayed alive, hoping not to get shot up and not to get sick.”

At Mindanao the troops conquered the island almost immediately.  They set up airstrips and communication signals and then were sent to the island of Luzon (the northern island of the Philippines).  My grandpa and his outfit were told they were going to land on the northern tip of Luzon.  There were 30,000 Japanese troops waiting to attack the American – Allied soldiers in the area between my grandpa’s landing point in the north and Manila.  My grandpa’s outfit was in a very dangerous area.  The men got off the planes and ran for cover; my grandpa stepped in a hole and almost broke his leg. His outfit spent four months on the island.  My grandpa and his unit had a great deal of interaction with the native peoples at Luzon.  The troops landed on the northern strip of the island near a small community [which happened to be] committed to the Allied cause.  The emergency air strips that were set up were extremely important as they were for the planes returning from bombing the islands of Formosa and Okinawa.  After spending four months on Luzon, the Third Air Commando Group traveled to Iwashima (an atoll 5 miles off the coast of Okinawa).

At Iwashima my grandpa’s unit was tasked with “staging” and preparing for the invasion of Japan.  My grandpa spent about 2 to 3 months on Iwashima.  Luckily the war ended while his unit was still on Iwashima, thus the staging and invasion plans were modified to resemble occupation strategies.  In August 1945, the Japanese surrendered and made arrangements for the formal signing of the peace treaty aboard the Missouri Ship in the Japanese Harbor of Tokyo Bay.  The peace treaty ended the war in the Pacific.  My grandpa and his fellow soldiers witnessed many exchanges between the Japanese and American generals, as he remembers seeing Japanese generals getting off their planes on the island of Iwashima to meet with many of his generals.

My grandpa received a nice surprise while on Iwashima.  His outfit had boarded an ocean carrier (called an LST) to go to Japan, however in the midst of loading, the captain got word that a typhoon was coming and ordered the ships out to sea.  In the meantime, my grandpa’s younger brother Ira, who was with his B29 outfit on Okinawa, found out from Pop-pop (my great grandfather) where my grandpa was stationed.  Ira got a 3-day pass, located my grandpa’s outfit and arranged for a boat ride to take him from Okinawa to Iwashima.  My grandpa’s ship, which was set to leave, was postponed by the typhoon, allowing my grandpa to leave the ship and connect with Ira.  Then the ship was ordered out to sea and rode out the storm for three days on the high seas of the ocean.  After the storm the ship returned to Okinawa.

Okinawa was devastated by the hurricane.  My grandpa’s outfit went to Okinawa to get more people and help with the damage caused by the typhoon.  Since Ira’s outfit was stationed in Okinawa, my grandpa visited with him again.  Although the visit was only 3-4 hours long, it gave my grandpa and him the chance to talk and spend time together.  My grandpa’s unit was in Okinawa for only two days before traveling to Hokkaido (the northern island of Japan).  My grandpa had been in a uniform from 1942 until 1946 (3 years and 9 months).  Still he did not complain, explaining that many boys were in the service even longer than he was.  He was happy to be reunited with his family and return to a life of normalcy.

Many people hold on to their experiences and bury their memories deep into the pockets of their hearts.  My grandpa told me that other than my grandma, I am the first person with whom he ever shared in depth his stories and experiences from World War II.  My grandpa emphasized the fact that “when you are that young and strong and active, it was difficult but we did it.  The men I was with – we were all almost the same age, and we were very headstrong people.  We did a lot of things that we wouldn’t do now.  It’s hard to remember.  When you start to talk about it, you start to remember small things.”  My grandpa shared his heart and soul with me, and I will never forget his story, the big and the small things.

Grandpa, I will always act to make you proud.  I love you forever.

 

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Story shared: Word's from Amy -- Dad's Eulogy -- March 1, 2017 http://amisrael.frontrunnerpro.com/runtime/113698/runtime.php?SiteId=113698&NavigatorId=1293012&ItemId=2862714&op=tributeFamilyStories&viewOpt=dpaneOnly&gid=story6648656 Dear Dad,

I miss you so.  It’s only been a day and I don't feel like you’re really gone.  Hopefully this feeling never changes.  I’m planning my day and wondering what time I’m supposed to go to Scripps and pick you up to bring you home.  Isn’t this just one of your short stays in the ‘hotel’ as you call it? 
There is so much to say… you’ve been a great Dad.  Sometimes we joked about Mike being your favorite but we both know, I was the twinkle in your eye.  Mom always wanted 4 kids but after me, you said, “no, this is enough”. 


For those that know me, and those that knew my father, I am my father’s daughter.  You passed along your absent-mindedness, your color blindness, your love of water and swimming, your  messiness, your stubbornness, your love of brisket and the ability to forget and wear golf shoes anywhere off the course. I even remember you wearing golf shoes to temple one time!


Growing up I remember the days at Shackamaxson Country Club.  Being a swimmer, you taught us all to swim before we could walk.  And you taught me how to dive since you not only swam but was also a diver in college.  When my fear of heights took over, you used to bribe me to dive off the high dive for a nickel, and it worked.  We spent so many of our summers at the club, you playing golf, then meeting us at the pool and hanging out all day, then driving home in the 2-seater T-bird stacked with the 5 of us.  You loved that T-bird.
We loved it in New Jersey and when you and Mom told us we are moving to California, the shock!  We only knew Elizabeth; that’s where all our friends were. What’s with this place called San Diego? You had to show it to us on the globe.  I guess your SC days were telling you sunshine was better than snow storms and the cold was taking its toll on your and Mom’s health. So, to make it fun, you and Mom mapped out a plan for a cross country road trip in our station wagon with the fake wood on the sides.  Everyone had one in those days.  You and Mom in front, Mike and Robin in the middle with the dog and me in the way back.  I set up my makeshift kitchen in the back of the car and would take everyones orders for sandwiches.  No matter what elaborate orders you placed, I would take it accommodatingly, sometimes asking you to spell it for me and then make you PB&J.  What a fun cross country trip that was.  We saw all the national parks and then nally our new home in Point Loma.


Like you, I followed in your footsteps and joined the swim team in high school. When it came to college, I broke your legacy hopes and went to UCLA.  I remember you giving me my checks for tuition but saying you just couldn’t bring yourself to write it out to UCLA.  And when your fraternity brothers offered me summer jobs, it came with contingencies, for their brother Red, they’d give me a job but only if I transferred schools!  We had a fun rivalry and enjoyed inviting you to our respective football and basketball games.  For some reason, your team always seemed to get the win!  I remember driving up to one of the USC vs UCLA football games and it was on your home eld. Our bet was that if SC won, I had to wear your Trojan sweatshirt and hat to the car.  Your team won, I reluctantly succumbed, and then proceeded to run into everyone I knew on the way to the car.  Then, of course you wanted to go to dinner before we drove home and everyone in the restaurant would come up to me and say, ‘nice game, huh?” Oh how you enjoyed that!
And it was you who got me into golf.  I remember coming home when I was just starting college and thinking it was time to hang up my bathing suit.  What sport should I take up next?  You encouraged me to take up golf, “it’s one of those sports that as you get older, you can get better”. That was it, my next summer, you and I would head down to Stardust in Mission Valley and hit balls.  Hours were spent on the driving range until I was ready for the course.  Once that happened, we had so much time together playing golf.  It was a challenge to get good enough to be able to nally outdrive you.  It took years but eventually, you turned 70 something and I nally could!  I remember when we both had matching 12 handicaps. You were so proud of my golf game and we played in many father-daughter golf tournaments together.  Those were the days.


I remember after you had bypass surgery, you weren’t allowed to drive a car for several weeks.  When you were ready to go back to work selling golf equipment, I was your driver.  We spent hours together on our trips to Hemet, Temecula and Riverside.  I learned so much about your life in the army, when you met Mom, etc.  These hours together are treasured memories.

When I decided to become an athletic trainer, you wanted me to become a physical therapist instead. My rst job was working with the San Diego Sockers. I remember you going to one of my rst games. When someone got hurt and I had to run out on the eld, you were so proud telling everyone around you, “hey, that’s my daughter down there!  She’s taking care of all those athletes”.  You were so proud and it meant so much to know I had your approval.


During the winters in New Jersey, I have fond memories of you grilling chicken and hotdogs in the replace in our den.  It was like summertime inside.  Your love of hot dogs lasted a lifetime.  I’m not sure HomeDepot didn’t put their hotdog carts out just for you.  You seemed to have to run there several times a week for a light bulb, a battery, some tape.  You and I shared Padres season tickets and those were our beer and hotdog outings.  As the years went on, Mom used to beg me not to let you eat a hotdog, she watched your diet so. We’d go to Padres games and sneak hotdogs anyway.  I’d warn you to be careful not to get mustard on your shirt but you always did.  You’d tell Mom it must have been from the person next to you, they were eating a hotdog, not you.  Technically you didn’t lie, I was next to you and yes, I ate a hotdog! Even up until 2 weeks ago when you were meeting with your cardiologist and he was considering increasing your diuretic, you asked whether or not you could have a hotdog!  He scratched his head and asked how much do you love hotdogs?  You took that answer to mean it might be okay.  Mom was too intent on keeping you healthy and on your low sodium diet so no matter how much you asked, it just wasn’t going to happen.  Hope they have hotdogs where you are and you've got mustard all over your hands!

I’m going to miss those crazy colorful Hawaiian fedora hats you loved so much.  And those light blue slacks you loved, which I refer to as your Palm Springs pants.

Dad, sometimes you and I would argue but that was our way of communicating.  It was never with meanness but always with love.  You know you were the twinkle in my eye too.  It’s only been a day and I don't feel like you’re really gone.  Hopefully this feeling never changes.

I want to thank everyone for coming today and in the days to come to help our family during this difcult time.  Many of you have already walked through this transition of losing a parent.  I now know your pain and look forward to your help getting through this deep sadness.  From the bottom of my heart, thank you Rabbi Cantor Bernstein for your support and comfort these past few weeks.  You have truly bonded with our family.  And, thank you for offering to read my eulogy to my Dad for me, as it is just to painful for me to read out loud.

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Story shared: Word's from Mike -- Dad's Eulogy -- March 1, 2017 http://amisrael.frontrunnerpro.com/runtime/113698/runtime.php?SiteId=113698&NavigatorId=1293012&ItemId=2862714&op=tributeFamilyStories&viewOpt=dpaneOnly&gid=story6648655 First, on behalf of the family, I want to thank you, Rabbi Bernstein for leading this memorial service. 

Second, before I begin … I want to set the record straight.  Robin – just so you know, it took a strong person to read the “simple son” passages at Passover.  All was good.  Amy – no matter what twinkle you may have or what you may think, I was the favorite.  There was no way a UCLA Bruin could be considered a favorite to a USC Trojan!

Now – I want to thank everyone for coming.  We have family and friends from San Diego, Los Angeles, Chicago and Florida … hopefully I’m not missing anyone here today.  I want this to be a tribute of life - and on behalf of our family, I can’t thank everyone enough for being here for Dad and for supporting us. 

While I’ve unfortunately been to too many funerals I’ve never really focused on a personal level of the inevitable rotation as what I now have in front of me.  These are the hardest words to write … the hardest words I have ever written.  There is no natural place to begin … and while there is now an ending of Dad’s life we are preserving Dad’s memories in our hearts and souls.  I want everyone to know that while we are in pain we need to celebrate his life with positive memories – we can only do that with the love and support of family, friends and community and we thank you for being part of that.

So - where to begin … I don’t really know. 

Dad, you’ve had a long and fulfilling life.  You’ve lived through the Depression in the 30s and World War II in the 40s.  You’ve witnessed the technology revolution and have generally embraced its achievements … even when you call the computer a “machine” and sometimes refer to the little people inside!  You’ve seen people go into space and land on the moon.  You’ve seen air travel become the norm … especially with me commuting across the country for a few days at a time.  You’ve seen medical achievements that were once unheard of.  You were truly part of the greatest generation.  You’ve enjoyed a wonderful, or as Mom likes to say, a SENSATIONAL, marriage for over 66 years!  Wow – not too many can say that.  As I think about it … I guess that Shari and I at only 33 years strong are still newlyweds!  You’ve been the patriarch over 3 children and 2 grandchildren all of whom have succeeded in life through gaining respect in their communities.  You and Mom have led the family in many ways … perhaps the most important has been as teachers to us all to have strong sound and moral characters.  You’ve lived a rich life of over 95 years with family, friends and community – first in and from New Jersey and since 1969 in and from San Diego.

Memories … this is the hard part to write – not because there aren’t any but because it touches the finality of not being able to share them and laugh about them with you. 

You had stories of how USC recruited and offered you a scholarship to participate in their swim program.  You resisted until they accepted your older brother Ralph to also attend on a scholarship.  Imagine this … 75 years ago a Jewish kid from Elizabeth NJ (not exactly known for generating world class swimmers) being asked to come to Southern California – the swim capital of the world!  Where was that again?  This was 2,500 miles away by car … plenty of air conditioning if you rolled down the windows…

After college, you joined the Army as World War II carried on and served in the South Pacific in the early 40s.  You met Mom at a dance after the war which led to you and Mom getting married in 1950.  Going through some of the pictures the last couple of days, you two were really hip and quite the attractive couple.  Still even to the end.

You built a pretty successful business, ELRO Supply, in New Jersey which supported us all. Remember how you “allowed” me to learn to drive, albeit a forklift, at the ripe age of 10 … plus or minus.  Just so you know, Mom for sure knew!  A few mishaps here and there but the employees were like family and they all took care of me as I worked in the warehouse over the years. Remember when I literally “dropped” in your office in the middle of meeting after stepping between the ceiling rafters when unloading insulation and fell through landing fortunately unhurt next to your desk?

Remember when you brought home the T’Bird, now “Irv’s Bird” (or is it Irv’s Broad).  Remember when I fell out of the trunk?  Remember when the family – all five of us – would load up in the T’Bird, a two-seater, and drive to the club – top down and all for a day of golf and pool activities. I don’t think the rules would allow this today.  Remember our first contract – me as buyer and you as seller – when you agreed to sell the Bird to me in the future for $10 … probably never thought you would still own the Bird let alone that I would eventually ask you to perform – but we transacted on my 50th a number of years ago.  Dad, I still have the “Bird” and look forward to taking it out for weekend drives again.

Remember allowing me to sip Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer in the park after your work … I can only remember by the pictures as I was only around 2!

Remember when we would go to our Shul, the Elmora Hebrew Center – the one Pop built, in Elizabeth and you would take me out for the Kiddush Club … little did you know that that was my early learnings to love scotch!

Remember when we would go to Coney Island?  Oh … how vacations and trips have changed…

Remember when we went to the circus and all its spectacles … this at Madison Square Garden in NY – the original garden.

Remember when we used to go to Yankee baseball games … Mickey Mantle and all the famous players … we always had a pillar to look around but it was fun.

Remember when we used to go to Mets baseball games – Oh Boy … Casey’s Mets were so terrible at times … but fun to watch?

Remember when we used to go to Giants and Jets football games – winter snows and all?

Remember when we used to go to Knicks basketball games? Remember when they won the championship?

Remember when we went to the Spectrum in Philadelphia to watch the 76’ers against the (hated) Celtics?

Remember when we went to the US Open at Baltusrol in NJ and met Palmer, Nicklaus, Player and other great players?

Remember when we went to see a Super Bowl Game?  How cool was it to see the stealth bombers fly overhead?

Remember my Bar Mitzvah?  How cool was it that my Torah portion, L’ech L’echa, was the same as yours and your father’s?  Eventually Alana too had the same portion.

Remember the snow storms in Elizabeth New Jersey and how we built our forts in the 15-foot-high piles of snow the city always so graciously plowed in front of our house.

I remember you coming to watch my basketball games – when I played for Thomas Jefferson High School in New Jersey and later on for the Point Loma High School team. I remember you coming to see a few college games as well.

Remember our golfing days?  Oh - we had so much fun together. We played in the east and in the west. 

Remember our road trip across country when I moved back to DC and how we played golf along the way at Pinehurst, Augusta, Kiawah Island and other famous golf courses. 

Remember your golfing foursome with Jack, Milt and Lou … You were the “baby” in the group by several years.  For over 30 years’ you guys played together – everyone at the club knew of you and your group … oh what a special group it was and I remember joining many times making it the only allowed group of FIVE on the course. You had special privileges at the club in recognition of your young age.

Remember you played golf all over the world … doubt you ever imagined that from our days in New Jersey!

Remember all the Padres baseball and Chargers football games you went to with Amy?

Remember the Lakers games we went to in LA.

Remember how you loved your “sandwiches” at the games … of course that’s what you told Mom as opposed to the hot dogs that you really had – Mom knew, but then again, the mustard was always a giveaway.

Remember when TV was just starting and how Sunday nights used to be family TV nights with the Wonderful World of Disney and the Ed Sullivan Show.  Remember meeting Ed Sullivan in beautiful Hoboken – one of Sinatra’s hangouts?  You should know that Hoboken is now totally revitalized from the old days … you wouldn’t recognize it.

Remember how we used to talk about the stock market, the economy and history… at times you were your own encyclopedia … first-hand knowledge having lived through Presidents – good and bad – for almost a century!

Remember our wedding and how we all danced and partied.

Remember the births of your granddaughters.

Remember Alana’s graduation from Penn and how we all huddled in made-up raincoats in the downpours they said never happen.

Remember Samantha’s graduation from USC … your alma mater and how cool it was to be back after 75 years!  Fight on USC!

Dad – it’s been an incredible journey together. As a father, teacher and confidant.  You’ve been my hero and my guide through life.  It’s not over – not sure where we’re going but we’ll get there together.

Despite failing health over the recent past, we will remember all of the good times.

So Dad – it’s not goodbye … perhaps as Mom now says – SURFS UP … TOO-DU-LOO. 

We know you’re there looking at us from above – still watching over us.  We know that you’re here in our hearts looking at us from within.

I love you, we all love you and miss you.  And Dad … I will still call you as often as possible!

 

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I could stand here and list all the ways I admired him, but first and foremost was his love and commitment for my mother.  This became even more apparent when we came home from the hospital on Sunday after his passing, and his granddaughter found volumes of 30-year old newspaper clippings about my Mom’s involvement in the San Diego Jewish community, specifically Women’s Division of United Jewish Federation and the San Diego Hebrew Home.  His only concern was for Mom’s well-being and not his own rapidly declining health.  And the admiration was the same for her – as his impending mortality became apparent, she whispered to him that although they may have had their disagreements, she never stopped loving him.

I also admire him because he so dearly loved us, his kids.  Although he did not always tell us….yes, he loved us…very much.  He instilled in us a core value system that defines who we are today – honesty, integrity, promises made means promises to be kept, and a grounding in our Jewish faith.  Dad gave sage advice based on measured wisdom on everything from teaching us how to drive, manners and responsibilities.  When we would ask him what we should do about where to go to college or our careers or buying a house, he’d listen and would say “Do what you feel, what you believe is right.  Follow your gut, your heart and you can’t go wrong”.

Every daughter remembers her father in terms of protector and provider.  Yes, that is true for me of my Dad too, of course, but I also remember him leaving the car keys hanging in the trunk in the driveway, or leaving the house unlocked, or forgetting his driver’s license when he drove me to Tijuana to buy marble flooring for my first house.

My Dad will be missed.

Because you are here today, that means that you will miss him in some way or another.

My mother will miss having her soulmate by her side.

Friends from Beth Israel’s Men’s Club will miss his wisdom and his company.

His grandchildren Alana and Samantha will miss their grandpa’s sage advice.

I will miss my father’s voice on the phone – always a ‘Yelow’ never ‘Hello.

I will miss my father calling me ‘Robinschka’.

I will miss my father’s advice on the stock market, the housing market, politics and lots of other ‘stuff’.

I will miss walking through Costco with my father and nibbling on everything and him telling my mother that he sampled nothing.

I will miss my father’s ability to fix just about anything.

I will miss the joy on my father’s face when my sister would take him to Padre games.

I will miss my father’s love of the opera and baseball games and golfing at Stardust in Mission Valley with his golfing buddies of 30+ years.

I will miss my father’s sly wink at the Passover Seder when my brother’s turn to read always landed on the “What says the simple son” paragraph.

I will miss my father’s love of bright colors, especially yellow – such as his yellow ’57 T-Bird, our yellow ranch-style house in New Jersey and his royal blue and yellow trucks from his building supply business in Elizabeth.

Over the last few years, we were very fortunate to be able to spend much quality time with my parents.  It is difficult to imagine him not being around and I’m not sure how we will all cope.  It’s strange to think that I can’t just give him a call or stop by the house to see him.  My Dad lived a long and happy life, and only succumbed to ill health in the last couple of years.

As we gather here today to remember and commemorate his life, we mourn the loss of a dignified man whose reassuring presence we all felt.  A man that brought joy and fulfilment to his family, and whose legacy will live on forever in us.

Dad, we are going to be alright.  We are at peace knowing you are no longer struggling.  You are not gone, just gone ahead.  We will miss you and will love you forever and beyond.      Robin

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