Tuesday, May 1, 2018
My Deepest sympathy on the passing of Mr. Rose. Mr. Rose taught me at NJH Sept. 1971 - June 1972. A full semester punctuated by endless medical tests. He was a true master of the game. He made learning fun, he got me interested. Prior to arriving at NJH my ever-worsening condition made both school and learning nearly impossible - I was left back a year and ultimately tutored at home. I had pretty much given up on learning. I was 11 - sick and scared. NJH saved my life. but more importantly Mr. Rose made me love learning. He gave me hope. He taught - in an almost intuitive manner - the three R's as they say. It was a small, light, airy classroom atop the B'Nai Brith building on Colfax Ave. Two separate tables that he split the day between. His teaching style was personal. He ignited my passion for reading and for learning. Things still sacred to me to this day at age 57. Upon my departure -the night before - I left for him, at his desk, a small ceramic frog I'd made in Occupational Therapy. He came down to thank me & see me off personally the next morning in June 1972. There were tears. He told my parents "They cry when they come, they cry when they go!" There is, now, this moment only the fullness of his compassion within my heart. He was a great man.
