Mr. Speaker, I rise today to pay tribute to Lenore Karlin, a resident of NewBridge on the Charles, located in Dedham, Massachusetts, who recently celebrated her 100th birthday on April 25, 2018. As the Representative of the 8th…
Mr. Speaker, I rise today to pay tribute to Lenore Karlin, a resident of NewBridge on the Charles, located in Dedham, Massachusetts, who recently celebrated her 100th birthday on April 25, 2018. As the Representative of the 8th Congressional District of Massachusetts, I am honored to represent such an extraordinary woman in the United States Congress.
Recently, Lenore was celebrated by numerous family and friends in a tribute to ``A Life Well Lived.'' Lenore's story and life experiences serve as an example of a person who has made a profound difference in so many lives and continues today to bring joy to those that love and admire her. I include that story in the Record.
Mr. Speaker, during the celebration, surrounded by family and friends, Lenore's daughter told the story of this remarkable woman and spoke of Lenore's efforts to help others from an early age. A lifetime of volunteer work, Lenore has done it all, from traveling on the ``Plant Mobile'' to Boston's inner-city schools teaching students to how to grow plants to translating books into German in Braille.
Mr. Speaker, Lenore shows her love and support to family and friends by never missing an opportunity to make someone's day brighter. It is fitting today that I ask all my colleagues to wish Lenore Karlin a very Happy
Birthday and enjoy the story of ``A Life Well Lived.''
Lenore Karlin--100 Years
What is a life well lived? Lenore Karlin exemplifies 100
well spent years.
Lenore was the first child born to Rose Wolf Gardner and
Louis Gardner on April 25, 1918. Louis, a mite senior to his
darling bride, Rose, couldn't have been happier. There were
days when Mr. Gardner took baby in pram (decorated with
American flags), paraded them down the street and placed
Lenore in pram in his Kingston street Boston storefront
window for the world to see. Louis, an immigrant, was a great
patriot.
Two more children, Helene and Herbert followed. Louis, a
shoe importer, took Rose and the children to Europe often for
business and his great love, the opera. Whilst Rose and Louis
enjoyed the Wagner ring in Beirut, Lenore, Helene and Herbert
were tended by a nursemaid in Czechoslovakia.
These were magical voyages across the Atlantic Ocean. The
children had a trunk just for toys. Lenore's father took them
to factories where linens and China (perhaps even the teacups
today) were crafted, as he was a collector of these fineries.
They would return with cases of shoes and finery.
Morris Wolf, Lenore's grandfather on her mother's side was
a well-respected detective for the Boston police, in fact the
first Jewish one. He chased criminals around the globe.
Lenore remembers as a child walking down the street with her
grandfather who would don a prominent hat, and when they
passed the mayor of Boston, in a gesture of respect, the
mayor would tip his hat to Morris.
Lenore was an excellent student at Girl's Latin School. She
excelled in all subjects. Unfortunately her father became ill
when she was quite young and died when she was but 15 years
old. But Lenore carried the firm foundation he planted with
her: his ever-present optimism and enthusiasm throughout her
life.
In the mid-late 1930's, German-Jewish refugees began
arriving in Boston, homeless, penniless and without food.
Lenore and her sister ventured house-to-house raising money
for these people. Because of her efforts, the combined Jewish
philanthropies asked her to speak at their annual dinner. She
was seated next to the guest of honor, who held her hand and
quelled her nerves. Lenore remembers this woman as the most
beautiful blue-eyed woman ever--Eleanor Roosevelt helped
Lenore get through her first public speaking engagement. That
was just the beginning of Lenore's outward focused life. She
has always generously given to several (and now hundreds) of
charities of all sorts. Her pile of mail each day rivals
corporations.
The Gardner house on Bicknell Street, had a game room on
the 3rd floor, where friends often gathered. Some of Lenore's
best friends lived on her street and nearby. Many happy times
were spent there.
One night, Lenore was invited on a date with a guy she knew
would be too busy to pay her any attention. She was envious
of her sister who would be having a party at their house. She
couldn't wait to get home from the formal affair and loll
about with her homies. They had transferred to Jack Gottler's
house across the street.
When Lenore opened the door, across the room she saw
Harold, the handsomest man. ``That man is my future
husband'', was her thought.
5 years later on August 31, 1941 in an intimate family
ceremony Lenore and Harold married. World War II and children
followed. For the war effort, Lenore rolled up her sleeves
and participated in the Woman's Defense Corps.
There was loss, great tragedy and great love. Lenore and
Harold wrote each other a letter every day of Harold's 18-
month deployment and true to Lenore's squirreling, every one
of those letters have been saved and assembled into albums.
Patty was born on base in Florida. What a blessing for those
tumultuous, unknowing, scary years to come to an end in
victory. Lenore was present for her nephew Lewis' birth in
Boca Raton on VJ day.
Now the young family could live their lives in a burgeoning
victorious post-war USA. Harold began his practice in Boston
and soon Bruce was born. The Karlins needed to feather a
bigger nest. They did that at 20 Old Farm Road, Newton, and
it remained the family homestead for 40odd years. Jill and
Robin were born there. Many of you here today might recall
the good times, the family times, the parties, the welcoming
times that the Karlins entertained or were simply available.
It seemed there wasn't a time/a night when after Lenore and
Rosie poured their customary cocktail at 5:00 pm (and in the
early years cigarettes) that someone wasn't showing up to
join in the festivities. Lenore kept Martinis and Manhattans
decanted in the fridge. Usually Uncle Leo and many others
came by . . . Perhaps even one of you.
Harold would arrive after a day of work and visiting
patients in the hospital and at bedside (usually after 7:30)
and the family always ate some of Lenore's famous freezer
concoctions together. There would be phone call after phone
call and visit after visit: People coming for shots,
prescriptions, ear cleaning (ear piercing once) marriage
counseling, or just to hang out in the warmth of the Karlin
kitchen.
People adored Harold and Lenore. They shared a great
interest and love for people, which is why, over the years,
they garnered so many friends including you. There were
family vacations spent with some of you--the Jacksons, the
Korsakovs, the Roberts, and the Sundells. Cape Cod, North
Conway, or when Lenore and Harold would on an afternoon's
notice head to Brazil. That took Hutspah and organization to
pull off. Lenore had, both, and some really good friends to
look after the kids.
The friendships--so many people to this day call, remember
and consider Lenore as a caring friend. The age range is
vast--children to elderly. There was a time when there was a
triumvirate: the hilarity of Shirley, Eunice, and Lenore
rivaled Lucy and Ethel. The three girls managed to get in
trouble like a sitcom. Taking a pee in the woods, playing
golf and coming home with poison ivy in a very uncomfortable
spot or trying snow skiing and laughing so hard that they
were wet from more than snow.
The marriages, exchange students, friends, grandchildren--
Lenore was sure to attend every meet, every match, every game
even if it meant driving hours in harrowing conditions.
Nothing daunted Lenore's support for her grandchildren--it
was unwavering. Birthdays, anniversaries, births,
graduations, special occasions, surely there are many of you
who could make a book of the cards Lenore has sent. She to
this day never misses an opportunity to make someone's day
brighter.
Lenore has had a lifetime of volunteer work. PTA, Hospital
Charity, Garden Club, and known as ``The Plant Lady'' as she
and a gardening club buddy went via ``The Plant Mobile'' from
school to school in the Boston inner city, teaching students
to plant and grow plants. In addition she went weekly to The
Hebrew Rehabilitation Center to help the elderly with
planting and gardening. Lenore also wrote Braille. She
translated books into German in Braille. First she did this
by hand, and in later years had a Braille typewriter.
Lenore schlepped her children to every after-school class,
whether they were interested or not. She was interested and
they were going--opera, ballet, tennis matches, ice skating.
That is a theme in Lenore's life--interest--great interest in
everything. It can be a gray day and all Lenore will see is
the little purple crocus making its way open. She is always
eternally grateful and optimistic.
When Harold died--true to Lenore's style, it was soon
overcome (not that one ever overcomes such loss). She
soldiers on stronger and doing things her way. She moved into
Newbridge and seven years later closed her California
residence. She has never looked back.
Lenore does what she has always done--lives life on her
terms. She exercises daily, she drinks (daily), and she
drives (hopefully not at the same time). Firmly independent!
So in honor of Lenore . . . Let's all have a shot of
American vodka!
Here's to you, Mom!
Cheer's to you, Mom!