Parents: Rebecca (Riva) Moorvitch, Isaac Ebin
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Tribute to Rose Phillips
For almost 75 years of marriage, Rose and Jay were inseparable partners. It was Rose who provided the extraordinary home base for a rich and active life filled with family love, friendships, and community activity. Her sense of humor is now the stuff of legend. Jay adored her, and for good reason.
Rose died on October 5, 2002 at the age of 103, leaving us bereft of the remarkable matriarch we – her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren – cherished following Jay's death in 1992. We wondered quite literally if she, at age 92, could survive the loss of the husband who had been the focus of her life since she married at the age of 18. Her grace and fortitude in the face of widowhood and advancing age were inspiring to her family and loyal friends.
Rose was gracious, warm, welcoming and generous for all of her life, without ever seeking recognition. She was a devoted wife, mother, and grandmother. The door to her beautiful home was always open and ready for guests and always, there was room at her table. Her wit lightened the most serious discussion. In times of trouble, her ironic perspective could make us laugh through our tears. It was often through wit that Rose conveyed the humility that framed her view of life. When the man she always referred to as "My Jay" died, she pulled herself out of her despair with the reflection: "Why should I be different from all my friends who have suffered this?" She never felt any pretensions to being special. On the contrary, like Jay, she was always grateful for all the good fortune they had experienced.
Just after her third birthday in 1902, Rose Ebin traveled with her family from Minsk (Belarus, Russia) to north Minneapolis, where she grew up knowing the same hardships Jay had faced. Alerted by an aunt, Jay came to Minneapolis to meet Rose. They were married in 1917. Three children were born: Morton, Helen, and Paula. Rose worked hard to care for the growing family and for their extended family as well. As the couple's fortunes rose, she retained her compassion for anyone less fortunate than herself.
Rose and Jay had many warm friendships. Rose deeply missed the friends who, one by one, passed away before she did. She honored them in life and in their passing with contributions in their names. She also made annual contributions to the causes that were important to her. Thus, it was her custom to sponsor the Sholom Home's annual ball and annual tea, paying all of the expenses so that the proceeds went directly to the Home.
As her health failed near the very end of her life, Rose met the adversities of very old age with the graciousness that was so characteristic of her. She never complained and continually expressed her gratitude to the wonderful caregivers who gave such loving support.
We pause in this 10th Anniversary Report to think about the love she extended to each of us. There is a saying that "the test of the bookmaker's art is when the pages hold together after the covers are gone." We stand together now without our "covers" – Rose and Jay – but their values guide our lives and knit us together in the work they left behind.
http://www.phillipsfnd.org/Founders/founders.html
Tribute to Rose Phillips
For almost 75 years of marriage, Rose and Jay were inseparable partners. It was Rose who provided the extraordinary home base for a rich and active life filled with family love, friendships, and community activity. Her sense of humor is now the stuff of legend. Jay adored her, and for good reason.
Rose died on October 5, 2002 at the age of 103, leaving us bereft of the remarkable matriarch we – her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren – cherished following Jay's death in 1992. We wondered quite literally if she, at age 92, could survive the loss of the husband who had been the focus of her life since she married at the age of 18. Her grace and fortitude in the face of widowhood and advancing age were inspiring to her family and loyal friends.
Rose was gracious, warm, welcoming and generous for all of her life, without ever seeking recognition. She was a devoted wife, mother, and grandmother. The door to her beautiful home was always open and ready for guests and always, there was room at her table. Her wit lightened the most serious discussion. In times of trouble, her ironic perspective could make us laugh through our tears. It was often through wit that Rose conveyed the humility that framed her view of life. When the man she always referred to as "My Jay" died, she pulled herself out of her despair with the reflection: "Why should I be different from all my friends who have suffered this?" She never felt any pretensions to being special. On the contrary, like Jay, she was always grateful for all the good fortune they had experienced.
Just after her third birthday in 1902, Rose Ebin traveled with her family from Minsk (Belarus, Russia) to north Minneapolis, where she grew up knowing the same hardships Jay had faced. Alerted by an aunt, Jay came to Minneapolis to meet Rose. They were married in 1917. Three children were born: Morton, Helen, and Paula. Rose worked hard to care for the growing family and for their extended family as well. As the couple's fortunes rose, she retained her compassion for anyone less fortunate than herself.
Rose and Jay had many warm friendships. Rose deeply missed the friends who, one by one, passed away before she did. She honored them in life and in their passing with contributions in their names. She also made annual contributions to the causes that were important to her. Thus, it was her custom to sponsor the Sholom Home's annual ball and annual tea, paying all of the expenses so that the proceeds went directly to the Home.
As her health failed near the very end of her life, Rose met the adversities of very old age with the graciousness that was so characteristic of her. She never complained and continually expressed her gratitude to the wonderful caregivers who gave such loving support.
We pause in this 10th Anniversary Report to think about the love she extended to each of us. There is a saying that "the test of the bookmaker's art is when the pages hold together after the covers are gone." We stand together now without our "covers" – Rose and Jay – but their values guide our lives and knit us together in the work they left behind.
Parents: Rebecca (Riva) Moorvitch, Isaac Ebin
http://www.phillipsfnd.org/Founders/founders.html
Tribute to Rose Phillips
For almost 75 years of marriage, Rose and Jay were inseparable partners. It was Rose who provided the extraordinary home base for a rich and active life filled with family love, friendships, and community activity. Her sense of humor is now the stuff of legend. Jay adored her, and for good reason.
Rose died on October 5, 2002 at the age of 103, leaving us bereft of the remarkable matriarch we – her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren – cherished following Jay's death in 1992. We wondered quite literally if she, at age 92, could survive the loss of the husband who had been the focus of her life since she married at the age of 18. Her grace and fortitude in the face of widowhood and advancing age were inspiring to her family and loyal friends.
Rose was gracious, warm, welcoming and generous for all of her life, without ever seeking recognition. She was a devoted wife, mother, and grandmother. The door to her beautiful home was always open and ready for guests and always, there was room at her table. Her wit lightened the most serious discussion. In times of trouble, her ironic perspective could make us laugh through our tears. It was often through wit that Rose conveyed the humility that framed her view of life. When the man she always referred to as "My Jay" died, she pulled herself out of her despair with the reflection: "Why should I be different from all my friends who have suffered this?" She never felt any pretensions to being special. On the contrary, like Jay, she was always grateful for all the good fortune they had experienced.
Just after her third birthday in 1902, Rose Ebin traveled with her family from Minsk (Belarus, Russia) to north Minneapolis, where she grew up knowing the same hardships Jay had faced. Alerted by an aunt, Jay came to Minneapolis to meet Rose. They were married in 1917. Three children were born: Morton, Helen, and Paula. Rose worked hard to care for the growing family and for their extended family as well. As the couple's fortunes rose, she retained her compassion for anyone less fortunate than herself.
Rose and Jay had many warm friendships. Rose deeply missed the friends who, one by one, passed away before she did. She honored them in life and in their passing with contributions in their names. She also made annual contributions to the causes that were important to her. Thus, it was her custom to sponsor the Sholom Home's annual ball and annual tea, paying all of the expenses so that the proceeds went directly to the Home.
As her health failed near the very end of her life, Rose met the adversities of very old age with the graciousness that was so characteristic of her. She never complained and continually expressed her gratitude to the wonderful caregivers who gave such loving support.
We pause in this 10th Anniversary Report to think about the love she extended to each of us. There is a saying that "the test of the bookmaker's art is when the pages hold together after the covers are gone." We stand together now without our "covers" – Rose and Jay – but their values guide our lives and knit us together in the work they left behind.
http://www.phillipsfnd.org/Founders/founders.html
Tribute to Rose Phillips
For almost 75 years of marriage, Rose and Jay were inseparable partners. It was Rose who provided the extraordinary home base for a rich and active life filled with family love, friendships, and community activity. Her sense of humor is now the stuff of legend. Jay adored her, and for good reason.
Rose died on October 5, 2002 at the age of 103, leaving us bereft of the remarkable matriarch we – her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren – cherished following Jay's death in 1992. We wondered quite literally if she, at age 92, could survive the loss of the husband who had been the focus of her life since she married at the age of 18. Her grace and fortitude in the face of widowhood and advancing age were inspiring to her family and loyal friends.
Rose was gracious, warm, welcoming and generous for all of her life, without ever seeking recognition. She was a devoted wife, mother, and grandmother. The door to her beautiful home was always open and ready for guests and always, there was room at her table. Her wit lightened the most serious discussion. In times of trouble, her ironic perspective could make us laugh through our tears. It was often through wit that Rose conveyed the humility that framed her view of life. When the man she always referred to as "My Jay" died, she pulled herself out of her despair with the reflection: "Why should I be different from all my friends who have suffered this?" She never felt any pretensions to being special. On the contrary, like Jay, she was always grateful for all the good fortune they had experienced.
Just after her third birthday in 1902, Rose Ebin traveled with her family from Minsk (Belarus, Russia) to north Minneapolis, where she grew up knowing the same hardships Jay had faced. Alerted by an aunt, Jay came to Minneapolis to meet Rose. They were married in 1917. Three children were born: Morton, Helen, and Paula. Rose worked hard to care for the growing family and for their extended family as well. As the couple's fortunes rose, she retained her compassion for anyone less fortunate than herself.
Rose and Jay had many warm friendships. Rose deeply missed the friends who, one by one, passed away before she did. She honored them in life and in their passing with contributions in their names. She also made annual contributions to the causes that were important to her. Thus, it was her custom to sponsor the Sholom Home's annual ball and annual tea, paying all of the expenses so that the proceeds went directly to the Home.
As her health failed near the very end of her life, Rose met the adversities of very old age with the graciousness that was so characteristic of her. She never complained and continually expressed her gratitude to the wonderful caregivers who gave such loving support.
We pause in this 10th Anniversary Report to think about the love she extended to each of us. There is a saying that "the test of the bookmaker's art is when the pages hold together after the covers are gone." We stand together now without our "covers" – Rose and Jay – but their values guide our lives and knit us together in the work they left behind.
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