Ron, Joe and Sadie Rosenzweig’s grandson, sent me these wonderful photographs of Joe and Sadie with their great-grandson Bradley as a newborn in 1982 and then as a toddler in 1982.
These photos reminded me of some pictures I have of my parents with their great-grandson Nate. As magical as it is to be a grandparent, I can only imagine what it must be like to be a great-grandparent—to see yet another generation, your grandchild’s child, enter the world and become a person.
Today it is not all that rare for people to live to see great-grandchildren. What a contrast to the experience of those who were born in the late 19th and early 20th century. My great-grandfather Joseph Brotman lived to see just one grandchild’s birth, Ethel Brotman, Abraham’s daughter. My great-grandfather Moritz Goldschlager died before any of his grandchildren were born. My great-grandmothers were much more fortunate; they both lived long enough to see the births of all their grandchildren, but none of their great-grandchildren.
We are so much luckier today. Every minute I spend with my grandson Nate is a joyful, magical moment for which I am so grateful. When I see these pictures of children with their great-grandparents, it makes me realize how lucky those children are and how lucky those great-grandparents are to be able to have those moments together.
In loving memory of Rose Fischer Schoenfeld, who passed away last night at the age of ninety-eight. She was my son-in-law Brian’s beloved grandmother and Nate’s adoring great-grandmother. She was blessed to live to see and know many great-grandchildren, including Aaron, Ben and Nate. May her memory be a blessing.