My dad, age 16
Paul Roman, aka Paul Rosenfeld
Grizzly encounter
This is from our trip to Alaska. A real grizzly encounter. Luckily I had my video camera on!
(format is Flash. You might need to right-click and go to “play” to play the movie)
Portrait of my mother as a butterfly
This is the second anniversary of my mother’s passing. I miss you, Mom.
Here’s what the rabbi said at her funeral:
Eleonor Roman was born in Austria-Hungary in 1915 in the small village of Vrbovce (VR-BOV-TSEH). She met her husband, Paul, while visiting her brother’s scout camp, and their encounter evolved into a beautiful romance. They married [...]
The Dump
When I was about six, we moved into what I recognize now as a temporary low-rent high-rise apartment in the D.C. area. We shared a blinking black and white TV with others in the musty, ragged-carpeted lobby, we walked up dark stairwells to our place, and I slept on a roll-away bed in [...]
Mom and Dad
During their courting years, late teens, early 20’s….
I promise to be good…
An early memory, age: under three
I’m in a back yard area with a kid much younger than me, sitting on a little garden stone wall. For no reason other than I’m bigger than him, I push him off and he falls backward, bumps his head hard, and cries and cries. I run away in a [...]
