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AN EIGHTY YEAR SAGA
Of the life of Lori Goldschmidt,
(born Rhoda Lorraine Finclaire)
A blissful early childhood, running freely on Winthrop, Massachusetts’ pebbly beach,
At age 9, amidst the raging Depression, uprooted and on to Brooklyn, Dad unemployed and job hunting, Mom trying to cope with the early onset of rheumatoid arthritis. School is the bright spot in my day.
Childhood joys: sledding, (belly whopping), roller skating, bicycling fearlessly all over Brooklyn, reading, reading, taking piano lessons, weekly trips to the movies : two double features, assorted shorts, newsreel, prizes,
Introduction to the world of ideas at the exemplary Hunter College H.S. It was worth the hour’s subway commute each way.
Somewhat making up for being an only child, having a whole flock of first cousins. In our senior years we’re still close. Baby sitting the youngest gave me new insights and the possible depths of love. Little Jeffrey is now mid-sixties and I still adore him.
Four years at Brooklyn College flew by. Math major, Education minor, exciting subject matter, crushes on a few professors, new interests such as international folk dancing, creative writing, modern dance, the world of classical music, hiking the Appalachian Trail, and a succession of boy friends.
My 20’s: First real jobs: teaching h.s. math, doing technical work for Bell Telephone Laboratories, Falling in love! Met Karl at BTL. First date Feb. 29, 1952 Fast exciting courtship. Marriage that September. Babies born in ’54 and ’56. first house: 4 rooms with car port and unfinished attic: $14,000. Being a full time Mom was a full time job. For other fun: lots of folk dancing; lots of hiking and camping.
My 30’s and 40’s. Total change in career from technical work to music. Teaching music privately in my home studio an utter joy, as well as remunerative. Also taught for various music centers and conservatories. In 1969 we made our first overseas trip and that began a life long love affair with travel. Karl too changed careers, from engineer to social worker. The rec room now had to accommodate both my music classes and his therapy office.
My 50’s and ‘60’s : the kids’ weddings. Grandchildren! You fill in the blanks! 1961: move to Tinton Falls, a great decision. Lots more traveling; lots more assorted music involvements; concertizing with recorder group.; vacations at music and dance camps; addition of a cat to household; finding my affinity for Unitarianism, living 43 years in the same TF house.
My 70’s. continuation of most of above. BIG MOVE to Seabrook, with Karl’s retirement from his 2nd career, in August, 2002. Dancing with the Monmouth Folk Dancers: a strong continuing current. Karl’s life ended with a stroke, doing what he loved most; on the dance floor in the summer of 2004.
It’s been a great journey, and I’m grateful to the many forces of Nature and society that enabled me to reach this epic milestone. Love, Lori