Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Leon Goldberg, the 84-year-old man who was killed after being struck by a vehicle outside Niles North High School was also a Holocaust survivor. His friend said he would often speak to students about the atrocities he experienced.
Leon Goldberg, the 84-year-old man who was struck and killed by a vehicle outside Niles North High School on Tuesday, was also a Holocaust survivor, according to close friend Sharon Perlman. Perlman said Goldberg was placed in a number of concentration camps during WW II. He was also recently honored at the Illinois Holocaust Museum and Education Center in Skokie. "He would often speak to students and educate them about the atrocities he experienced," Perlman said. "I knew Mr. Goldberg for nearly 40 years." Perlman added that she was very close with his daughter, Lila. Goldberg was killed after a traffic crash at Lawler Avenue and Grant Street after a vehicle struck Goldberg as he was walking eastbound across Lawler Avenue, in front of …
Friday, September 28, 2012
Services will be held Sunday.
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Friday, September 28, 2012
Theodore “Ted” Frosch, 79, of Deerfield and a one time furrier died Wednesday. Frosch was the beloved husband of Hedy, nee Kahn, and the loving father of David (Debbie) Frosch and Debby (Dr. Gary) Zaid. He was the adoring grandfather of Daniel Frosch, Amy (Steve) Brown, Lisa Zaid, Alex (Carly) Zaid and Elly Zaid as well as the proud great-grandfather of Jonathan Frosch. Frosch was also the caring brother of Agnes (Morris) Gzesch and the loving uncle of Irwin and Lenny Gzesch. Services are at 12:30 p.m. Sunday at Chicago Jewish Funerals, 195 North Buffalo Grove Road with internment at Shalom Memorial Park. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to Midwest Palliative and Hospice Care Center, 2050 Claire Ct., Glenview or the Holocaust …
Saturday, June 9, 2012
A 1500-piece puzzle missing a single piece helps the author make sense of the sudden death of a friend.
It’s not like I wake up looking for profound meaning. Sometimes a game is really just a game. So when the box promises a complete picture in 1500 pieces, that’s what I expect. Open it up, dump the pieces, start with the borders, and keep working until every last piece fits into place. For a compulsive organizer who moonlights as a control freak, this should be my game. I should love doing puzzles. Creating order out of chaos is normally my raison d’etre. I am a mother, after all. In our house, however, everyone but me likes this pastime. I hate it and I’m bad at it. Or, put another way, I’m bad at it and I hate it. Whatever part of the brain facilitates looking at strange shapes and mentally rotating them in order to fit them together is …
Neil G.
3:40 pm on Wednesday, October 3, 2012
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