Cedar Sinai Park’s 9th Annual Rose Festival
For 100 years, the Portland Rose Festival has served families and individuals from Oregon and beyond with events and programs that spotlight the riches of our Pacific Northwest heritage and environment. Every year, Cedar Sinai Park joins Portland in celebrating this lovely tradition.
For this year’s theme, Cruising Around the World, our residents will take a virtual cruise around the world where they will stop in several different “ports of call”. Along the way, they’ll partake in the lovely customs and traditions that the Rose Festival has to offer. With passports in hand, residents kicked off Cruising Around the World on Monday, June 7th with a Bon Voyage Party at the Manor and with Karaoke at Sea at Robison.
Pictured (L-R): Grace Klor and Gertrude Frankel
Pictured (L-R): Dr. Robert Taubman, Molly Gladstone, Vivian Korn, and Dorothy Friedlander
Pictured: Estelle Moses
Cruising Around the World Travel Itinerary
- Wii Shuffleboard at Sea on Tuesday, June 8
- Belly Dancing in Turkey on Wednesday, June 9
- Brunch in France on Thursday, June 10
- Rose Festival Coronation on Thursday, June 10
- Dinner in China on Monday, June 14
- Beer and Bagpipes in Ireland on Tuesday, June 15
- Casino at Sea on Thursday, June 17
- Cafe Shalom Dancers in Israel on Thursday, June 17th
Over 100 people gathered in the Robison Living Room for this year’s Annual CSP Memorial Day Program. The story behind Cedar Sinai Park’s now 12 year tradition begins with a veteran. Over a decade ago, this veteran — who had served two tours in Vietnam — was an employee here at CSP. And, every time he saw David Fuks, the honorary veteran would stand at attention and offer a crisp, sharp salute to Fuks.
When asked why he saluted David, the veteran simply stated that David was the CEO (aka senior officer) and as such, was his colonel. And, everyone knows you salute a colonel. It was this striking veteran who suggested to Fuks that CSP should do something special to honor Memorial Day. David took this suggestion to heart, and since then, Cedar Sinai Park has always held its Annual Memorial Day Program.
After a warm welcome, the program began with a recognition of the men and women from Oregon who lost their lives this past year in service of their country. All offered their silence and respect as the names were read. David Fuks also read the names of residents, staff and family members who served in the military. Attendees were invited to contribute to this list by sharing aloud the names of any other family and loved ones who had served.
Michael Mogell, Resident of Rose Schnitzer Manor, read aloud his Memory of an 18 Year Old Going to War. Michael’s tale recounts his entrance into the military as well as those closing months of the war. At the end of World War II, he recounts:
…my first sergeant said to me, ‘We are going home because we have enough points, but you don’t. So, where would you like to go?’
I replied, ‘There is a mechanical drawing school in Eschwege, Germany on the Russian boarder.’ [The sergeant] made it happen. I went there. There were two things I was told not to do. After 3 p.m., don’t go on the streets because the Russian Cuzzacks would come on horses with machine guns and kill anything that moved, even American soldiers.
My stay there was short, and I became eligible to go home. The year was 1946 and I was 20 years old.
The program concluded with the Honor Guard presenting the flag and leading all 100+ attendees in the Pledge of Allegiance and America the Beautiful.
Memory of an 18 Year Old Going to War
By Michael Mogell
Resident of Rose Schnitzer Manor
Michael Mogell read aloud his personal experiences at Cedar Sinai Park’s Annual Memorial Day Program on June 1, 2010.
The year was 1944, July. I was eighteen years old and drafted to report to Grand Central Station with other men. We boarded on trains going west. On one of the many stops the train made, we were pleased to have young women offer us donuts and coffee. They were volunteers for the USO.
We proceeded to Fort Sill, [Oklahoma], our basic training station. The weather was raining and we were soaked, but stood in line to receive our clothing, carbine rifle and bayonet. We were assigned barracks. Our barrack sergeant taught us how to make our beds and stow our supplies and rifles. We learned to clean our weapons and break them down and put them back together. After a while, at times, we did this blindfolded.
Next time we went to the firing range and practiced firing our carbines. I might mention we had carbines and not M-1 rifles as we were in the field artillery and not infantry. In between we had many obstacle courses and forced marches with full gear. I learned to climb poles and run wire from point to point. One day as we were cleaning our rifles in the barracks, one rifle fired and passed through a wall. One of my friends was wounded. We were very upset to say the least. The shooter was transferred and my friend went home. It really took a toll on us. We were still young soldiers.
The Oklahoma rain never let up. But being young we managed to get by. We trained on 155 Howitzer guns. The town was nearby and we had one day passes. The restaurant was called the Coney Island Diner. It had steaks and other fine food, but what bother[ed] me most was the sign on the church grounds, which said “No dogs or soldiers allowed”. This was a bad feeling we all shared. Here we were going to war and yet, there were people like that, prejudice[d] against us.
My basic was over and we went east on the train this time. We arrived at Camp Upton in Upper New York State. I was assigned to the 535 Field Artillery Battalion. They had just spent three years in Alaska and they were all regular army men. We were headed to Europe. I was a replacement assigned to headquarters battery. I received my corporal stripes in communication. I went on leave to see my family for a few days and enjoyed it immensely. On the return to Camp Upton, we went overseas to La Havre, France. The first sergeant was named Wexler. He and I were the only Jewish men in the outfit. I had no problem with prejudice. Remember, I am still eighteen years old.
On the ship, we were gambling. I had never gambled before in my life. A soldier from my outfit told me to get out of the game, and he would play with my money. We won! He told me never to gamble again unless I learned ho.
I had my first experience with drinking. It was vodka and I got deathly sick.
I pulled a lot of [kitchen patrol], which I liked because I could eat whatever I wanted. It was dangerous, as one day I drank tomato juice from an open can and got food poisoning – ptomaine. I was in the dispensary for two days.
When we landed in La Havre, France, we joined the fifteenth army. We followed General Patton’s tank corp by way of Belgium. In one of the roads where we stopped, some people asked us for food. We gave them our K-rations and fresh oranges. We proceeded to Germany. On the way, we received a newspaper The Stars and Stripes. The headline [said] President Roosevelt had died and the new president was Harry Truman.
The Battle of the Bulge was just over, but we had our guns sighted on Cologne and Dusseldorf. We leveled Cologne. The only thing left standing was a smoke stack saying “Rhineland”. We ended up shooting point blank over General Patton’s tanks and infantry. General Patton was killed in an accident on the [Autobahn]. We attended his funeral.
When the war was over, my first sergeant said to me, “We are going home because we have enough points, but you don’t. So, where would you like to go?”
I replied, “There is a mechanical drawing school in Eschwege, Germany on the Russian border.” He made it happen. I went there. There were two things I was told not to do. After 3 p.m., don’t go on the streets because the Russian Cuzzacks would come on horses with machine guns and kill anything that moved, even American soldiers. My stay there was short and I became eligible to go home. The year was 1946 and I was 20 years old.
I have good memories and bad memories of the eighteen months I spent in Europe. I was grateful to come home, in one piece, to my family.
Rose Schnitzer Manor Residents recently took an all-day trip on the Mt. Hood Railroad located in the heart of the Columbia Gorge. They traveled along the river, through forests, meadows and numerous fruit orchards to the town of Parkdale, where they enjoyed a yummy picnic-style lunch.
Unfortunately, the Oregon rain prevented them from exploring the town, but they made the best of it and chatted and shared stories in their coach car dating from the early 1900’s. The Residents and Staff had a fun day and are looking forward to hitting the rails again soon. Check out some of the pictures!
Pictured (L-R): Lenore Selling, Martin Neuwelt, Joan Nelson, Natalie Stone, Annette Gerard, Rocky Robinson, Harvey Keller
Pictured (L-R): Martin Neuwelt, Elizabeth Moore, David Rosen
Pictured (L-R): Betty Leonard and Joan Nelson
L-R: Edith Thomas, RSM Resident and David Kohnstamm, RSM Director
We’re proud and excited to announce that Edith Thomas, a resident at Rose Schnitzer Manor, will receive the Volunteer of the Year award from Oregon Alliance of Senior and Health Services. The Volunteer Recognition Luncheon will take place on April 28, 2010 at the Oregon Garden in Silverton.
Edith moved to the Manor in September 2001. Within one month of moving in, she had already launched her RSM volunteer ventures by helping out at the Manor’s gift shop, now called the Stop ‘N Shop. At first, her volunteer hours consisted of driving the manager to various stores in order to replenish supplies. In time, Edith became head of the gift shop. She arranged for volunteers and ensured all the various store items were readily available to residents. Now, at least two or three days a week can you see her smiling face at the Stop ‘N Shop. You’ll hear Edith greeting residents and staff, asking if they need something or have they’ve seen the newest arrival that they just can’t live without.
Edith has also served as the Cedar Sinai Park Resident Council president from 2003-2005 where she quietly but firmly gave direction to the meetings and the outcomes. Most recently she has joined the voice of residents who are working on solving the ongoing parking problem on the campus. Her focus is not only on making recommendations but also on being part of the follow through for solutions.
I’ve always been a go-er and a do-er from my children’s elementary school days on. I try to be the eyes and ears in helping others…assisting them however I can. Whether it’s helping that new person find a spot in the dining room and introducing them to other residents or opening the gift shop and making it a pleasant place to shop, I enjoy volunteering.
Serving on committees like the Food Committee to ensure culinary services are at their best, the Religious and Cultural Committee, participating as an actress in the Purim Spiel which focuses on a festive Jewish holiday, or acting as a hostess after the weekly Sabbath service, Edith has been an active part of the daily life at Rose Schnitzer Manor. During holidays she helps assemble seder plates for Passover and goodie bags for Purim. Together with another resident, Edith shared fun and engaging stories during “Laughter Is the Best Medicine” in the evenings. She also meets weekly with other residents as part of the Administrator’s Advisory Group to influence decisions around resident life at Rose Schnitzer Manor.
Back home in Indiana, Edith was busy acting as a liason for the local parent-teacher association and with the Human Relations Board in her hometown along with promoting fundraising and community services. Before moving to Oregon, she also received the Woman of the Year award from her community of Chesterton, Indiana.
On February 24th, Murray Kaufman – a resident of Rose Schnitzer Manor – will receive special recognition at this year’s Creative Writing Luncheon hosted by Oregon Alliance for Seniors and Health Services. Mr. Kaufman’s winning poem entitled “Love”, along with all other top entries, will appear in this year’s publication of Reflections: A collection of writing and poetry by Oregon’s Elders.
Murray began writing poetry about 20 years ago when he retired from teaching. Over the years, his collection of self-authored poetry has grown to over 1,000 poems. But Murray isn’t the sole possessor of these works of art. Each time Murray completes a poem, he sends a copy to his granddaughter. Now 17 years old, she safeguards these treasures in a binder dedicated solely to her grandfather’s poetry.
Murray is 91 years young, energetic and politically active. When he’s not busy advocating, organizing or fund raising for charitable causes, Murray delves into writing more than just poetry. He has also written several plays and is now trying his hand at screenplays.
Murray’s poem “Love” won recognition at this year’s Creative Writing Contest, but Murray will tell you that it’s not his finest work of poetry. This special designation is reserved for “Love II”, his favorite self-authored poem.
|“Love”by Murray Kaufman
Love—with the biggest L you can find—
tell me, s’il vous plait, is there any flexibility
in your complexity? Will you explain—how
does this mysterious enigma work? How does
it begin? The French say—a coup de foudre—
a stroke of lightning; others—the cynics—
say that the eyes become distorted in a wishful
way, and they see an idealized image—like me—
handsome, rugged, tall with beautiful black hair,
so fair, it would look gorgeous on a mare—and
there’s more: the wrinkles get lost, and the pot
belly gets tossed, and the dreamy woman with
stars in her eyes, thinks there is my man,
naturally, across that crowded room, but when
her head clears and she sees the reality, and
especially the white hair, she cries out: “No, no,
this is not fair, I want his black hair!”
Ah bien, so how does a white-haired man find
his love? Is love a chemical thing that needs not
a ring? Or, perhaps, love is a lily of the
valley in bloom, soft and tender, and ready to
surrender; or, a mysterious potion that leads
to a crazy notion that two random people—
I’m one—groping for an opposite in this universe,
finds themselves eloping—count me in—as their
souls interface, regardless of race, as their bodies
are suspended and upended into a feverish thrust
as love bubbles up, in a moment of incredible joy,
and a simple kiss blesses the union, and a million
stories begin as nature’s irresistible force, the catalyst
of history and life, drives you and me—(my fantasy)
to our inevitable task: not to ask, but to do: this
mysterious enigma offers both of us its flexibility as
it searches for our love in its complexity.
|“Love II”By Murray Kaufman
My newspaper ad reads:
Searching for a woman with a face
bathed in grace
perhaps, an amalgam of the
human race. Her eyes — a
liquid green, with a high cheekbone,
Has age etched lines in its gentle
contours? And did her beauty fade in
this savage raid?
Is she fiercely independent and does
she walk to her own drummer –
yet reach out with love to a kindred
Does she have a sense of humor and
love adventure? Is there a soul to quell life’s
fears And kiss her tears?
Is it of a luminous sort that cannot
be bought, rare in the purity it has
wrought, and eternally sought?
If this is so, remember this: a
wrinkled face–where love, honor,
and all the virtues shine, is a face
The answer came: I have a weather-beaten
face, wrinkled and full of grace. I have the
body of a woman of magnificent vintage.
Is this fine?
My search has ended. She is mine.