Ok, so mom has a tendancy to pick at rough skin. She does this sometimes until she opens the skin and bleeds. There is a never ending battle between her and Julie, with Julie telling her to "Stop Picking!", and mom eventually going back to it (often without realizing).
Now, one of her knees is displaying signs of infection - it's swollen, a little painful, and warm to the touch. We think it is likely got an infection from being picked at.
Whatever the cause, with her blood-counts low and her immune system consequently weak, we are concerned. She's going to the local doctor (P.A.) today to have it checked out.
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Ok, she's on antibiotics now. Next Dr visit is Tuesday.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Jordan's Request - Grandma Lisa
On Wed, Sep 5, 2012 at 12:13 PM, Dr. Lisa Earle wrote:
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In case you have time, can you send Jordan a short Paragraph or two about Your perspective on her Grandma Lisa. She is again writing a term paper about me and it might help. Julie also sent a short summation about my influence on her life...I thought, I forwarded this to you previously.
LOve you, MOM
-------Original Message-------
From: jordan earle
Date: 9/2/2012 11:36:20 PM
To: Grandma Lisa Earle
Subject: Grandma Lisa
Hi!
How are you?? Hope that you're feeling a little better than you were the last time we talked. I've been meaning to contact you to let you know that I'm using you as the subject in an upcoming story I have to write for school.
I'm taking a lot of my information from the term paper I wrote a while back -- not sure if you remember -- but I need a second source. I was thinking that maybe Julie could give me a quote or two in her words, as she is a very relevant source. With that being said, the question I was thinking of asking was in regards to how she feels your life experiences serve as an inspiration in her life, her outlook, etc, as well as any words in general that she would like to share from her perspective as your daughter. Hopefully this isn't confusing. The story is due next week, so I'm trying to cover all my bases now.
Thanks so much!! I will hope to hear from you soon. :)
Love,
Jordan :)
-------Original Message-------
From: Dave R
Wow, heavy request to fit into a short little paragraph "or two"...
Let me see.
Lot's of inspiration really, like my whole life. Here are a few paragraphs not so well worded, and less complete than I might otherwise like.
To start off with, adoption and the way you told us about it left me feeling like I never missed anything as a result of it. Being raised Jewish gives me perhaps my most treasured experience of all. The wisdom, carefully and rationally crafted over centuries of cultural and intellectual study and debate, even now I find myself often amazed by it. Also the perspective of being not part of the mainstream is very valuable. It's so very different from the 'minroity' side wrt being able to see how some majority viewpoints that otherwise might not even be noticed, can actually be unkind, thoughtless, or offensive. It really drives home the need to consider multiple sides of issues.
Stories of the Holocaust I listened to growing up, knowing that it was real and so tragic for you. But somehow it wasn't until many years into adulthood, when family, relationships, community, culture became important to me (perhaps due partly to being away from them), that I connected very personally with those Holocaust stories from you, and how personally painful I now/finally find it to hear other similar stories and tragedies from that nightmare.
The loss of Simon was an ever present and powerful influence. Stories of him and his character were always something to live up to, instilling in me the compulsion to be better, do the right thing, be helpful, reach for "Tikun Olam" (healing of the world) where possible. The sense of loss you felt, while never particularly dwelt upon by you, was nonetheless clearly felt, and even today dramas and story lines where love is forced apart move me deeply.
Your intellectual curiosity was a profoundly influential trait to me. Even though eventually I found my questions beyond your ability to answer, and my interest in polemics as a method of learning about and exchanging ideas were not your way; the kernel from which all of my continuing interest in achieving greater learning, understanding, and wisdom came, was from you and your own unending curiosity.
And Jim picked up on this pursuit of knowledge and education with me to take me even further. Your bringing Jim into our family was a difficult transition for us all. There were many things that should have been better about that. And yet in spite of it all, this was probably the most important transformative event for me. Jim cajoled and encouraged me to fulfill my better potentials in education. He motivated me to begin thinking about what I want to do for a living. You and he sent me to Admiral Farragut Academy where I found self confidence, and was on my way to a fulfilling life.
And then there is the immigrant. You came here from a completely different background and culture. You made successful assimilation into this new culture. At the same time, with your curiosity about life, people, and cultures, and with your connections into the worlds of both theater and university, you developed a network of friends and acquaintances, that was eclectic. And what a wonderful eclecticness! Large parties with the most interesting people, accents and opinions from everywhere, music, singing, laughing and joking, politicking... what a canvas to grow up watching. Your bon-vivance is the most inspiring thing about you. I miss those time so much, and even though I am no match for your skill at this, I try hard to at least achieve some small part of this ever inspirational embracing of life.
You are in me more than can perhaps be believed.
-------Original Message-------
Dr. Lisa Earle wrote:
Not too many people have the priviledge to read or hear such kind and thoughtful observances by others of their influence and meanings on their lives and pile such accolades of wonderful attributes on a person....That usually has to wait for certain Eulogies given at their funeral, which I hope, won't be for me for awhile...:))) As you say, I love LIFE and all those wonderful people around me, whom I love more then words can express, therefore I try to hang around ALAP (as long as possible...).
Therefore , I should be grateful, that Jordan chose again to make me the subject of her term paper and asked this time, that she wanted some objective descriptions about me and my life from their perspective, such as my children or friends. I forwarded your so wonderful Email to her and hope, she will glean more material for her assignment! Your message, therefore was really a double blessing...
In the meantime, I must reread and reread again you precious words and will try to comment on some of your expressed feelings!
I love you, my dear, beloved son!
MOM
-------Original Message-------
From: Lenny Ruden
Date: September 14, 2012 9:05:16 AM EDT
To: "Dr. Lisa Earle"
Subject: How Lisa Earle has influenced my life....
Hello, my name is Leonard Ruden, and this is how my mom, has influenced myself and my family...my mom is my mom ,is my mom...i have no other...as far as im concerned,she has, is and will always be, my real mother...she is the only mother i know...we all know she survived the holocost...and the losses she experienced....this has already been expounded upon by my siblings...Many things describe my mom, patience, courage,forgiveness,loving,the quest for knowledge and independence. All these things have not only been my mottos, but have been passed on and imbedded to my sons Christopher and Michael and my step daughter Angela...and as a result, my children are exemplary..as i have learned, in life we usually get the test first, then we get the lesson later...Sometimes her independence scares me, i wish i could feel so independent, i guess that all comes eventually. her tools in life are her stamina,happy nature,even at times when shes not feeling well....She always comes out on top..Through the internet, my mom has been able to access information and stay in close contact with friends and family...that is my mom and in love her! Here are her most famous sayings..
All Gods children have problems......
Enjoy today....
Getting older is not for sissies...
So they say....
Probably the best thing mom does, no matter when or how many times i call her, she ALWAYS says, THANK YOU FOR CALLING..... THIS IS MY MOM! Thank You for being you !!!!
Sent from my iPad
Leonard Ruden, RN.
-------Original Message-------
From: Dave R
Very cool write-up Lenny.
I'll have to add your own quote about 'lessons coming later' to my Blog. I like that one a lot :).
-------Original Message-------
From: Lenny Ruden
It's true........unfortunately, in life and in experiences, we get the test first, something happens, then we learn the lesson.......thanks, all the best to Pam....bet you never thought I possessed such profound wisdom.!
love,
your older brother..
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In case you have time, can you send Jordan a short Paragraph or two about Your perspective on her Grandma Lisa. She is again writing a term paper about me and it might help. Julie also sent a short summation about my influence on her life...I thought, I forwarded this to you previously.
LOve you, MOM
-------Original Message-------
From: jordan earle
Date: 9/2/2012 11:36:20 PM
To: Grandma Lisa Earle
Subject: Grandma Lisa
Hi!
How are you?? Hope that you're feeling a little better than you were the last time we talked. I've been meaning to contact you to let you know that I'm using you as the subject in an upcoming story I have to write for school.
I'm taking a lot of my information from the term paper I wrote a while back -- not sure if you remember -- but I need a second source. I was thinking that maybe Julie could give me a quote or two in her words, as she is a very relevant source. With that being said, the question I was thinking of asking was in regards to how she feels your life experiences serve as an inspiration in her life, her outlook, etc, as well as any words in general that she would like to share from her perspective as your daughter. Hopefully this isn't confusing. The story is due next week, so I'm trying to cover all my bases now.
Thanks so much!! I will hope to hear from you soon. :)
Love,
Jordan :)
-------Original Message-------
From: Dave R
Wow, heavy request to fit into a short little paragraph "or two"...
Let me see.
Lot's of inspiration really, like my whole life. Here are a few paragraphs not so well worded, and less complete than I might otherwise like.
To start off with, adoption and the way you told us about it left me feeling like I never missed anything as a result of it. Being raised Jewish gives me perhaps my most treasured experience of all. The wisdom, carefully and rationally crafted over centuries of cultural and intellectual study and debate, even now I find myself often amazed by it. Also the perspective of being not part of the mainstream is very valuable. It's so very different from the 'minroity' side wrt being able to see how some majority viewpoints that otherwise might not even be noticed, can actually be unkind, thoughtless, or offensive. It really drives home the need to consider multiple sides of issues.
Stories of the Holocaust I listened to growing up, knowing that it was real and so tragic for you. But somehow it wasn't until many years into adulthood, when family, relationships, community, culture became important to me (perhaps due partly to being away from them), that I connected very personally with those Holocaust stories from you, and how personally painful I now/finally find it to hear other similar stories and tragedies from that nightmare.
The loss of Simon was an ever present and powerful influence. Stories of him and his character were always something to live up to, instilling in me the compulsion to be better, do the right thing, be helpful, reach for "Tikun Olam" (healing of the world) where possible. The sense of loss you felt, while never particularly dwelt upon by you, was nonetheless clearly felt, and even today dramas and story lines where love is forced apart move me deeply.
Your intellectual curiosity was a profoundly influential trait to me. Even though eventually I found my questions beyond your ability to answer, and my interest in polemics as a method of learning about and exchanging ideas were not your way; the kernel from which all of my continuing interest in achieving greater learning, understanding, and wisdom came, was from you and your own unending curiosity.
And Jim picked up on this pursuit of knowledge and education with me to take me even further. Your bringing Jim into our family was a difficult transition for us all. There were many things that should have been better about that. And yet in spite of it all, this was probably the most important transformative event for me. Jim cajoled and encouraged me to fulfill my better potentials in education. He motivated me to begin thinking about what I want to do for a living. You and he sent me to Admiral Farragut Academy where I found self confidence, and was on my way to a fulfilling life.
And then there is the immigrant. You came here from a completely different background and culture. You made successful assimilation into this new culture. At the same time, with your curiosity about life, people, and cultures, and with your connections into the worlds of both theater and university, you developed a network of friends and acquaintances, that was eclectic. And what a wonderful eclecticness! Large parties with the most interesting people, accents and opinions from everywhere, music, singing, laughing and joking, politicking... what a canvas to grow up watching. Your bon-vivance is the most inspiring thing about you. I miss those time so much, and even though I am no match for your skill at this, I try hard to at least achieve some small part of this ever inspirational embracing of life.
You are in me more than can perhaps be believed.
-------Original Message-------
Dr. Lisa Earle wrote:
Not too many people have the priviledge to read or hear such kind and thoughtful observances by others of their influence and meanings on their lives and pile such accolades of wonderful attributes on a person....That usually has to wait for certain Eulogies given at their funeral, which I hope, won't be for me for awhile...:))) As you say, I love LIFE and all those wonderful people around me, whom I love more then words can express, therefore I try to hang around ALAP (as long as possible...).
Therefore , I should be grateful, that Jordan chose again to make me the subject of her term paper and asked this time, that she wanted some objective descriptions about me and my life from their perspective, such as my children or friends. I forwarded your so wonderful Email to her and hope, she will glean more material for her assignment! Your message, therefore was really a double blessing...
In the meantime, I must reread and reread again you precious words and will try to comment on some of your expressed feelings!
I love you, my dear, beloved son!
MOM
-------Original Message-------
From: Lenny Ruden
Date: September 14, 2012 9:05:16 AM EDT
To: "Dr. Lisa Earle"
Subject: How Lisa Earle has influenced my life....
Hello, my name is Leonard Ruden, and this is how my mom, has influenced myself and my family...my mom is my mom ,is my mom...i have no other...as far as im concerned,she has, is and will always be, my real mother...she is the only mother i know...we all know she survived the holocost...and the losses she experienced....this has already been expounded upon by my siblings...Many things describe my mom, patience, courage,forgiveness,loving,the quest for knowledge and independence. All these things have not only been my mottos, but have been passed on and imbedded to my sons Christopher and Michael and my step daughter Angela...and as a result, my children are exemplary..as i have learned, in life we usually get the test first, then we get the lesson later...Sometimes her independence scares me, i wish i could feel so independent, i guess that all comes eventually. her tools in life are her stamina,happy nature,even at times when shes not feeling well....She always comes out on top..Through the internet, my mom has been able to access information and stay in close contact with friends and family...that is my mom and in love her! Here are her most famous sayings..
All Gods children have problems......
Enjoy today....
Getting older is not for sissies...
So they say....
Probably the best thing mom does, no matter when or how many times i call her, she ALWAYS says, THANK YOU FOR CALLING..... THIS IS MY MOM! Thank You for being you !!!!
Sent from my iPad
Leonard Ruden, RN.
-------Original Message-------
From: Dave R
Very cool write-up Lenny.
I'll have to add your own quote about 'lessons coming later' to my Blog. I like that one a lot :).
-------Original Message-------
From: Lenny Ruden
It's true........unfortunately, in life and in experiences, we get the test first, something happens, then we learn the lesson.......thanks, all the best to Pam....bet you never thought I possessed such profound wisdom.!
love,
your older brother..
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
"18plus4" - Death by a Million Tiny Scratches
On Tue, Jul 17, 2012 at 7:09 PM, Dave R wrote:
--- Here are a couple more I wrote up during that same amazing year ---
==============================
"Zombie Lovers"
Dead People.
Zombie Lovers.
Emotional Infants.
I loved.
18+4. I counselled and yet still bled.
So OK.
18+4. I learned and knew Enough had been said.
I know I'm not the only one out there.
She is waiting too, somewhere.
I wait.
Oh this is so nice and so unexpected.
But I can see my heart just isn't interested.
I wait.
==============================
"A Glimpse of Something Bright"
Her soul shined, Her shimmer did blind.
Love.
I felt life hum, saying the best is yet to come.
==========================================
That is a good question. I looked back into the blog to find when I posted those writings. They are all dated the same day - August, 2010.
These writings were not each composed at any 1 sitting. They evolved over a few days, weeks, and even months. So the August 2010 date is clearly simply when I posted them to the blog so as to not lose them.
I believe I wrote them originally back in the mid to late 2008 time frame.
You know, a friend of mine once made an interesting statement regarding meaningful writing and poetry.
He was living in NYC at the time (moved from S.FL where we worked together). He was dating my friend Zari Sussman.
Eric Chacon. Really smart and deep thinking kinda guy, I liked him quite a bit.
Well, we were sitting in a coffee shop in the City one evening, just he and I, and chatting about various interesting and deep things, as usual.
He was a techie like me, but has always wanted to be a writer. Now I don't remember his exact words, but the basic gist of it was this: He came to NYC to find heart-wrenching life experiences, in the hopes that he would become a better writer.
Quite a statement.
So I definitely found that being in the middle of pain and anguish was a huge huge huge inspiration to composition.
Happy times not so much. So, other than these few on the opening of my relationship with Pammie, I've not written anything further that's worthwhile.
So I would conclude that yes, poetry is mostly associated with need and hope.
My most entertaining blog is this one:
http://
Others include:
http://daveandpamela.blogspot.
and
http://mommavienna.blogspot.
I think you should have permissions to see all of these. Let me know if you don't.
Love you!
---Dave.
Hi Mom,
Finally found that poem. It was in another blog. Here it is, pretty heavy stuff...
Love you!
---Dave.
==============================
"18plus4"
A beauty deep in her core.
Of energy and spirit so rarely found before.
But the long ago cost of being had forged a shape to her heart.
Her pain and its rage unrelenting, my love she unthinking ripped apart.
She won't fight fair, her rage reddens the air.
It leaves an ever widening chasm as it tears.
Staining slowly crimson red on all our years.
One tiny scratch, and then Another.
Drip. Drip - Strong am I, the anger to withstand.
But the blood falls thick on rich dark soil.
Drip. Drip - Difficult are her demons to disband.
After far too long the earth begins to spoil.
Drip. Drip - More frequent now,
while the tears of my soul keep asking why.
And the strength of my love fades now each day into the sky.
Drip. Drip.
Finally the blood claims its cost.
18 plus 4. A lifetime is lost,
Death by a million tiny scratches.
No longer this cold crimson pain willing to sustain.
I'm taking my dirt now to go find warm, healing rain.
"18plus4"
A beauty deep in her core.
Of energy and spirit so rarely found before.
But the long ago cost of being had forged a shape to her heart.
Her pain and its rage unrelenting, my love she unthinking ripped apart.
She won't fight fair, her rage reddens the air.
It leaves an ever widening chasm as it tears.
Staining slowly crimson red on all our years.
One tiny scratch, and then Another.
Drip. Drip - Strong am I, the anger to withstand.
But the blood falls thick on rich dark soil.
Drip. Drip - Difficult are her demons to disband.
After far too long the earth begins to spoil.
Drip. Drip - More frequent now,
while the tears of my soul keep asking why.
And the strength of my love fades now each day into the sky.
Drip. Drip.
Finally the blood claims its cost.
18 plus 4. A lifetime is lost,
Death by a million tiny scratches.
No longer this cold crimson pain willing to sustain.
I'm taking my dirt now to go find warm, healing rain.
--- Here are a couple more I wrote up during that same amazing year ---
==============================
"Zombie Lovers"
Dead People.
Zombie Lovers.
Emotional Infants.
I loved.
18+4. I counselled and yet still bled.
So OK.
18+4. I learned and knew Enough had been said.
I know I'm not the only one out there.
She is waiting too, somewhere.
I wait.
Oh this is so nice and so unexpected.
But I can see my heart just isn't interested.
I wait.
She is waiting too, somewhere.
Another shows me how to grow,
And yet even I can tell, oh Hell no.
I wait.
She is waiting too, somewhere.
Another and I lose my head,
but she's unclear and full of dread.
And it's 18+4 all over again.
It hurts but I'm grateful for the pain.
And still I return to the wait.
There's another now,
My soul opens and I know it isn't too late.
This time I know what to say,
And so the romance we play.
She smiles. Her smile is so bright.
And as we talk her soul feels so light.
No zombie lover who can't escape the game.
She takes my hand, while I'm thinking the same.
Yes. Finally this is completely sane.
Another shows me how to grow,
And yet even I can tell, oh Hell no.
I wait.
She is waiting too, somewhere.
Another and I lose my head,
but she's unclear and full of dread.
And it's 18+4 all over again.
It hurts but I'm grateful for the pain.
And still I return to the wait.
There's another now,
My soul opens and I know it isn't too late.
This time I know what to say,
And so the romance we play.
She smiles. Her smile is so bright.
And as we talk her soul feels so light.
No zombie lover who can't escape the game.
She takes my hand, while I'm thinking the same.
Yes. Finally this is completely sane.
==============================
"A Glimpse of Something Bright"
Time...
...time
She came into sight, a glimpse of something bright.
A smile in the air. Transfixed, I had to stare.
Casual warmth we spoke, it felt sweet, my soul awoke....time
She came into sight, a glimpse of something bright.
A smile in the air. Transfixed, I had to stare.
Her soul shined, Her shimmer did blind.
Love.
I felt life hum, saying the best is yet to come.
==========================================
"Something Bright"
I say Hi.
You turn smile and say Hey.
You open your mind to me.
I drink it deep.
We catch a glimpse of something bright.
We take a walk.
We eat
We dance
We talk.
You take my hand.
I say I love you.
You turn smile and say Hey.
You open your mind to me.
I drink it deep.
We catch a glimpse of something bright.
We take a walk.
We eat
We dance
We talk.
You take my hand.
I say I love you.
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On Wed, Jul 18, 2012 at 12:15 PM, Dr. Lisa Earle wrote:
Thank you for sharing....these are deep, sensitive, beautiful, sometimes heart breaking words...I think I understand....
Did you write all of them in 2010 or a bit before? ...so much truth in poetry - what a medium to use innermost emotions....
As I told you, I think you have surely a way with words, quite a gift! Use it and count your blessings!
Love you, MOM
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On Wed, Jul 18, 2012 at 12:38 PM, Dr. Lisa Earle wrote:
...I also wanted to add, I am so grateful that you had your work to sustain you during that rough period...
How about some more poetry about your happy present and future? Or is most poetry written in times of need and hope?
Also, if you could, please send me a link to some of you blogs you might want to share with me! Would love to read it...
Love, MOM
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On Wed, Jul 18, 2012 at 2:11 PM, Dave R wrote:
That is a good question. I looked back into the blog to find when I posted those writings. They are all dated the same day - August, 2010.
These writings were not each composed at any 1 sitting. They evolved over a few days, weeks, and even months. So the August 2010 date is clearly simply when I posted them to the blog so as to not lose them.
I believe I wrote them originally back in the mid to late 2008 time frame.
You know, a friend of mine once made an interesting statement regarding meaningful writing and poetry.
He was living in NYC at the time (moved from S.FL where we worked together). He was dating my friend Zari Sussman.
Eric Chacon. Really smart and deep thinking kinda guy, I liked him quite a bit.
Well, we were sitting in a coffee shop in the City one evening, just he and I, and chatting about various interesting and deep things, as usual.
He was a techie like me, but has always wanted to be a writer. Now I don't remember his exact words, but the basic gist of it was this: He came to NYC to find heart-wrenching life experiences, in the hopes that he would become a better writer.
Quite a statement.
So I definitely found that being in the middle of pain and anguish was a huge huge huge inspiration to composition.
Happy times not so much. So, other than these few on the opening of my relationship with Pammie, I've not written anything further that's worthwhile.
So I would conclude that yes, poetry is mostly associated with need and hope.
My most entertaining blog is this one:
http://
Others include:
http://daveandpamela.blogspot.
and
http://mommavienna.blogspot.
I think you should have permissions to see all of these. Let me know if you don't.
Love you!
---Dave.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Former Hewett School headteacher Walter Roy dies – share your memories
Mark Shields Friday, July 6, 2012
6:10 PM
Share your memories of former Hewett School headteacher Walter Roy, who has died aged 87.
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Tributes have been paid to an inspirational headteacher and trade unionist who believed education did not begin and end in the classroom.
Dr Walter Roy CBE was the first headteacher at the Hewett School, in Norwich, following its formation in 1970, and oversaw the education of thousands of Norwich children before his retirement in 1990.
A committed democrat and defender of teaching, Dr Roy became a prominent voice on educational matters at county and national level. He died in Graz, in his native Austria, on Wednesday at the age of 87.
Rob Anthony, associate headteacher at the Hewett School, said Dr Roy left a legacy to which the school continued to aspire.
“Because he was the first head, he set the standard of the school and the way it works.
“You can still see that now: caring for the children and pushing them all. That was a real strength of his, and he really did work hard for every child.”
Dr Roy arrived in England aged 13, a refugee from the Nazi regime in Austria, and was part of the British Intelligence during the Second World War.
After the war ended, he stayed in England and trained as a teacher, working in Hertfordshire before arriving at Hewett Grammar in September 1969.
The following year he oversaw the merger with Lakenham Boys’ and Lakenham Girls’ schools to form Norwich’s largest school.
He had three children with his first wife, Marjorie, and following her death, married Ariane in 2002. He moved back to Austria in 2007.
Dr Roy was involved in education at regional and national level through his work on the national executive of the National Union of Teachers, Norfolk’s education committee and the East Anglian Examination Board.
His daughter, Kate Russell, said he had interests out of work – when time allowed.
“He was a season-ticket holder at Norwich City, and used to watch them with my brother,” said Mrs Russell, 55. “My parents had a holiday bungalow in Cromer where they spent time. He also loved walking, the Norfolk coast, and had an interest in opera.”
Dr Roy became a CBE in 1976 and published Teaching Under Attack in 1982, highlighting funding cuts in the profession.
A keen traveller, Dr Roy was president and co-founder of the Sonnenberg Association, fostering links between young people of different countries.
Marion Morse, chair of the Hewett governors, called Dr Roy “a great showman”.
“He very much believed in education being more than just passing exams,” she said. “He was a keen supporter of music, sports and arts – and we try to pursue that ethos to this day.”
Terry Cook, a senior Norfolk County Council education officer, said Dr Roy had led the school with distinction, and championed young people and teachers alike. He added: “He will always be remembered with great affection in Norfolk.”
What are your memories of Dr Roy? How will he be remembered? Leave your comments below the article or email mark.shields@archant.co.uk
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Dr.Lisa
Friday, July 13, 2012
A Farewell to my beloved Cousin, Walter! He was really more than a Cousin; he was more a brother to me, who gave me love, strength, advice, support, when I most needed it in my own turbulent life.
Our families shared the same living quarters because of the situation then in Vienna, our place of birth. In the depression era, there was an unbelievable shortness of homes or apartments, so we doubled up....Although he was 5 years younger than I, we became "buddies" and shared so many activities, playing chess, cards, outings into nearby parks etc. etc. He was always so mature for his age and even as practically a little toddler, he was "fun" to talk to....
He left an imprint on every life he touched...especially as a teacher, for so many young people in his professional life as a headmaster for a huge High school in Norwich! Tremendously enamored of the arts, music, the theater, he went all out to instill in his flock the Love for cultural activities, his Choir, whom he took to other parts of Europe to delight the music lovers with young English voices.
He was basically a quiet, gentle man, who only spoke up, when it really mattered (and very strong and powerfully, then) - I believe, he hated "small talk", except with his beloved English Club, which he initiated, when he returned to his native Austria, after his first wife passed away. He loved LIFE and clung to it till his bitter end - he is now in a better world, a place without pain and suffering, a place, where we will all travel to, sooner or later and then I hope, we will all be able to enjoy again his remarkable presence and be re-united with this so special, unique man, who has left us with a certain emptiness in our daily life .
He truly left his mark in the world, the here and know! And he will live on in our hearts and memories, forever! Good Night, Sweet Prince....and may a host of Angels lay thee to thy rest (Thanks, Shakespeare, for your proper words of Farewell!)
Your Cousin, Sister, Friend, Lisa
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Monika Mörtl-Schuster
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
As a close friend of Walter Roy, who lived in the same village as myself in Austria, I am mourning for a highly respectable, witty and sophisticated man.
Monika Mörtl-Schuster.
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Karen Aldridge
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Dr. Roy was an extraordinary headmaster. He was always there when you needed him and always around when you hoped he perhaps wouldn't be! God bless.
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bluemum2
Monday, July 9, 2012
So sad to hear this news. He was an inspiration - Kept a distance, and yet his presence always very keenly felt. At this time, 27years ago, I would have been in Austria, on one of several music trips I went on, whilst at Hewett. He was a truly great Head, who had a made the Hewett School one of the best. I will always have great memories of the school, and of Dr Roy. RIP
(I think I may have met this person. I would have been in Austria with Walter and one of his choir groups at around that time. Hmm. Interesting.)
Ingrid & Egon Correspondence
2012/7/5 Dr. Lisa Earle
...sharing....Ingrid und Egon waren Walter's so gute Freunde...
-------Original Message-------
From: Ingrid Schwab
Date: 7/5/2012 1:53:44 PM
To: 'Dr. Lisa Earle'
Subject: AW: Walter
Liebe Lisa, wir sind unendlich traurig , daß Walter nicht mehr ist, aber nach dem sein bester Freund Pessy gestorben ist, ist es mit ihm abwärts gegangen, dann hat er noch seinen Sohn Simon gesehen, der ja erst am Sonntag heimgefahren ist. Monika und ich waren ja alle paar Tage b ei ihm zu Besuch, und es war immer so ein auf und ab, einmal war er super drauf, hat Pläne gemacht und das nächste mal ist er fast abwesend auf der Couch gesessen . Leider haben Monika und ich , ihn am Dienstag versäumt, es gab bei uns ein furchtbares Gewitter mit Hagel und so sind wir erst gegen 6 Uh Abends hinunter gefahren, 10 min. vorher war der Hausarzt da und hat ihm, damit er besser Luft bekommt, eine Morphiumspritze gegeben und so hat er schon geschlafen wie wir gekommen sind, leider! In der Nacht ist er ja dann gestorben. Ich muß sagen, für ihn war es das beste, denn für einen Mann der TAT ! der immer bestimmen konnte und tat was er wollte, war der Rollstuhl schon furchtbar. Ich denke er hat jetzt seinen Frieden. Ich habe mich aber innerlich schon jedesmal wenn ich ihn gesehen habe , verabschiedet, denn man wußte ja nie wie lange es noch geht. Schade ist nur, und das ist meine persönlich Meinung , daß sein Körper jetzt der Wissenschaft übergeben wurde und Ariane zu Hause im Wohn zimmer eine Feier macht. Das hat für mich nichts offizielles , nichts feierliches , aber es kostet dafür auch nichts.
Ja Walter fehlt uns allen , aber ich hoffe , daß , wo immer er jetzt ist, es besser hat.
Liebe Grüße,
Ingrid
-------Original Message-------
Gesendet: Donnerstag, 05. Juli 2012 16:47
An: Ingrid Schwab
Betreff: Walter
Liebste, treue Ingrid:
Wir sind natuerlich noch ganz in Schock ueber Walter's Tod. Wenn moeglich, bitte lass uns wissen, wie die letzten Tage mit ihm vorgegangen sind. Wann hast Du ihn zuletzt gesehen (mit ihm gesprochen?) Du und Egon waren doch, glaube ich, seine besten Freunde! Ich hoffe, dass es dir sowie Egon weiter gut geht - ich denke so oft an Euch, ein so wunderbares Paar!
In tiefer Trauer,
Alles Liebe,
Lisa
...sharing....Ingrid und Egon waren Walter's so gute Freunde...
-------Original Message-------
From: Ingrid Schwab
Date: 7/5/2012 1:53:44 PM
To: 'Dr. Lisa Earle'
Subject: AW: Walter
Liebe Lisa, wir sind unendlich traurig , daß Walter nicht mehr ist, aber nach dem sein bester Freund Pessy gestorben ist, ist es mit ihm abwärts gegangen, dann hat er noch seinen Sohn Simon gesehen, der ja erst am Sonntag heimgefahren ist. Monika und ich waren ja alle paar Tage b ei ihm zu Besuch, und es war immer so ein auf und ab, einmal war er super drauf, hat Pläne gemacht und das nächste mal ist er fast abwesend auf der Couch gesessen . Leider haben Monika und ich , ihn am Dienstag versäumt, es gab bei uns ein furchtbares Gewitter mit Hagel und so sind wir erst gegen 6 Uh Abends hinunter gefahren, 10 min. vorher war der Hausarzt da und hat ihm, damit er besser Luft bekommt, eine Morphiumspritze gegeben und so hat er schon geschlafen wie wir gekommen sind, leider! In der Nacht ist er ja dann gestorben. Ich muß sagen, für ihn war es das beste, denn für einen Mann der TAT ! der immer bestimmen konnte und tat was er wollte, war der Rollstuhl schon furchtbar. Ich denke er hat jetzt seinen Frieden. Ich habe mich aber innerlich schon jedesmal wenn ich ihn gesehen habe , verabschiedet, denn man wußte ja nie wie lange es noch geht. Schade ist nur, und das ist meine persönlich Meinung , daß sein Körper jetzt der Wissenschaft übergeben wurde und Ariane zu Hause im Wohn zimmer eine Feier macht. Das hat für mich nichts offizielles , nichts feierliches , aber es kostet dafür auch nichts.
Ja Walter fehlt uns allen , aber ich hoffe , daß , wo immer er jetzt ist, es besser hat.
Liebe Grüße,
Ingrid
-------Original Message-------
Gesendet: Donnerstag, 05. Juli 2012 16:47
An: Ingrid Schwab
Betreff: Walter
Liebste, treue Ingrid:
Wir sind natuerlich noch ganz in Schock ueber Walter's Tod. Wenn moeglich, bitte lass uns wissen, wie die letzten Tage mit ihm vorgegangen sind. Wann hast Du ihn zuletzt gesehen (mit ihm gesprochen?) Du und Egon waren doch, glaube ich, seine besten Freunde! Ich hoffe, dass es dir sowie Egon weiter gut geht - ich denke so oft an Euch, ein so wunderbares Paar!
In tiefer Trauer,
Alles Liebe,
Lisa
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On Fri, Jul 13, 2012 at 10:32 AM, Dr. Lisa Earle wrote:
Dear Ariane:
I wish I could be with you on Saturday at the gathering to memorialize Walter...If you think it is proper, do read my little eulogy to his friends and give them all, especially his beloved "English Club" people, my love and hugs...
All my Love ,
Lisa
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A Farewell to my beloved Cousin, Walter!
He was really more than a Cousin, he was more a brother to me, who gave me love, strength, advice, support, when I most needed it in my own turbulent life..
Our families shared the same living quarters because of the situation then in Vienna, our place of birth. In the depression era, there was an unbelievable shortness of homes or apartments, so we doubled up....Although he was 5 years younger than I, we became "buddies" and shared so many activities, playing chess, cards, outings into nearby parks etc.etc. He was always so mature for his age and even as practically a little toddler, he was "fun" to talk to....
He left an imprint on every life he touched...especially as a teacher, for so many young people in his professional life as a headmaster for a huge High school in Norwich! Tremendously enamored of the arts, music, the theater, he went all out to instill in his flock the Love for cultural activities,his Choir, whom he took to other parts of Europe to delight the music lovers with young English voices.
He was basically a quiet, gentle man, who only spoke up, when it really mattered (and very strong and powerfully, then) - I believe, he hated "small talk", except with his beloved English Club, which he initiated, when he returned to his native Austria, after his first wife passed away.
He loved LIFE and clung to it till his bitter end - he is now in a better world, a place without pain and suffering, a place, where we will all travel to, sooner or later and then I hope, we will all be able to enjoy again his remarkable presence and be re-united with this so special, unique man, who has left us with a certain emptiness in our daily life . He truly left his mark in the world, the here and know!
And he will live on in our hearts and memories, forever!
Good Night, Sweet Prince....and may a host of Angels lay thee to thy rest (Thanks, Shakespeare, for your proper words of Farewell!)
Your Cousin, Sister, Friend, Lisa
On Fri, Jul 13, 2012 at 10:32 AM, Dr. Lisa Earle wrote:
Dear Ariane:
I wish I could be with you on Saturday at the gathering to memorialize Walter...If you think it is proper, do read my little eulogy to his friends and give them all, especially his beloved "English Club" people, my love and hugs...
All my Love ,
Lisa
---------------------------------------------
A Farewell to my beloved Cousin, Walter!
He was really more than a Cousin, he was more a brother to me, who gave me love, strength, advice, support, when I most needed it in my own turbulent life..
Our families shared the same living quarters because of the situation then in Vienna, our place of birth. In the depression era, there was an unbelievable shortness of homes or apartments, so we doubled up....Although he was 5 years younger than I, we became "buddies" and shared so many activities, playing chess, cards, outings into nearby parks etc.etc. He was always so mature for his age and even as practically a little toddler, he was "fun" to talk to....
He left an imprint on every life he touched...especially as a teacher, for so many young people in his professional life as a headmaster for a huge High school in Norwich! Tremendously enamored of the arts, music, the theater, he went all out to instill in his flock the Love for cultural activities,his Choir, whom he took to other parts of Europe to delight the music lovers with young English voices.
He was basically a quiet, gentle man, who only spoke up, when it really mattered (and very strong and powerfully, then) - I believe, he hated "small talk", except with his beloved English Club, which he initiated, when he returned to his native Austria, after his first wife passed away.
He loved LIFE and clung to it till his bitter end - he is now in a better world, a place without pain and suffering, a place, where we will all travel to, sooner or later and then I hope, we will all be able to enjoy again his remarkable presence and be re-united with this so special, unique man, who has left us with a certain emptiness in our daily life . He truly left his mark in the world, the here and know!
And he will live on in our hearts and memories, forever!
Good Night, Sweet Prince....and may a host of Angels lay thee to thy rest (Thanks, Shakespeare, for your proper words of Farewell!)
Your Cousin, Sister, Friend, Lisa
Email from Ariane
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From: Walter + Ariane Roy
To: Lisa
Date: Jul 13 (3 days ago)
Liebste Lisa
Ja, wer hätte das gedacht, dass du Walter überlebst... Gut so. Walter hat es am Ende geschafft loszulassen. Der Überlebenskampf war so traurig mit anzusehen. Ich habe ihm, denke ich, doch etwas helfen können. Er wollte immer wissen, was nach dem Leben kommt, deshalb konnte er nicht loslassen. Er hatte Angst vor dem Tode. Gut, dass wir immer miteinander sprechen konnten, bis zum Schluß. Er war dann einfach mein. Wir hatten eine gute Zeit während seiner Krankheit und viel Glück mit den zwei Mädchen, Emilie und Simina. In der Nacht als er einschlafen konnte, habe ich ihm gratuliert: , habe ich zu ihm gesagt, gratuliere!> Das hätte er auch zu mir gesagt....Emilie hat dann zwei Kerzen angezündet. Wir mußten ja von vier Uhr in der Früh bis 9 Uhr warten, bis der Leichenwagen kam. Es waren vier liebevolle Männer, die ein feierliches Zeremoniell vor dem Toten und dann wieder vor dem Sarg gemacht haben. Der Wagen fuhr dann ganz langsam weg.
Walter hat bekommen, was er wollte: Er wollte in SEINEM Haus sterben, an Herzversagen und nicht an der Ausbreitung des heimtückischen Krebses. So war es dann auch.
Und nun bin ich in seinem Haus voller Erinnerungen an ihn und unsere Urlaube. Das schmerzt. Da sind die vielen Fotos mit dir und ihm....Alles Vergangenheit.
Zeit zum Trauern bleibt wenig! Wenn ein so bedeutender Mann stirbt, löst das einaus: Ein Strom von E-Mails von Leuten in England, die alle mit und unter ihm gearbeitet haben und in lobenden Worten und tiefer Bewunderung über ihn und seinen wichtigen Einfluß berichten. Nebenbei laufen die Formalitäten mit Banken, Behörden etc., die einem den letzten Nerv nehmen. Damit muß ich wohl noch über viele Monate auskommen müssen. Dann sehne ich mich kurz zurück an den bescheidenen Lebensstil meiner Eltern, wo keine Testamente nötig waren, wo ein sparsamer Vater immer für genügend Geld sorgte. Es gab weder Einfamilienhaus noch Auto, noch Fernsehen...
Liebste Lisa, danke für deinen so gut gelungenen Text, den ich morgen sicher vorlesen werde. Leider sind viele Freude der Englischgruppe auf Urlaub. So werden wir in einer kleinen Gruppe von Walter Abschied nehmen. Sicher schicke ich dir dann einige Bilder.
Jetzt muß ich mich halt an dich und deine liebe Familie klammern um noch mit euch und durch euch Walters Seele weiter und besser zu spüren.
Großen Dank für eure Unterstützung, eure Warnherzigkeit, die mir so viel Trost spendet.
In Liebe
Ariane mit Horst und Florian (Beide sind eine große Stütze und helfen mit ihrem Optimismus für die Zukunft.)
From: Walter + Ariane Roy
To: Lisa
Date: Jul 13 (3 days ago)
Liebste Lisa
Ja, wer hätte das gedacht, dass du Walter überlebst... Gut so. Walter hat es am Ende geschafft loszulassen. Der Überlebenskampf war so traurig mit anzusehen. Ich habe ihm, denke ich, doch etwas helfen können. Er wollte immer wissen, was nach dem Leben kommt, deshalb konnte er nicht loslassen. Er hatte Angst vor dem Tode. Gut, dass wir immer miteinander sprechen konnten, bis zum Schluß. Er war dann einfach mein
Walter hat bekommen, was er wollte: Er wollte in SEINEM Haus sterben, an Herzversagen und nicht an der Ausbreitung des heimtückischen Krebses. So war es dann auch.
Und nun bin ich in seinem Haus voller Erinnerungen an ihn und unsere Urlaube. Das schmerzt. Da sind die vielen Fotos mit dir und ihm....Alles Vergangenheit.
Zeit zum Trauern bleibt wenig! Wenn ein so bedeutender Mann stirbt, löst das ein
Liebste Lisa, danke für deinen so gut gelungenen Text, den ich morgen sicher vorlesen werde. Leider sind viele Freude der Englischgruppe auf Urlaub. So werden wir in einer kleinen Gruppe von Walter Abschied nehmen. Sicher schicke ich dir dann einige Bilder.
Jetzt muß ich mich halt an dich und deine liebe Familie klammern um noch mit euch und durch euch Walters Seele weiter und besser zu spüren.
Großen Dank für eure Unterstützung, eure Warnherzigkeit, die mir so viel Trost spendet.
In Liebe
Ariane mit Horst und Florian (Beide sind eine große Stütze und helfen mit ihrem Optimismus für die Zukunft.)
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