Saturday, April 18, 2020
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It is never easy to say goodbye to those we treasure, but on Friday, April 3, my mother Sulamit Lisa Gabow peacefully passed from my arms to my father.
Born in Brooklyn, New York on November 8, 1924, she grew part of the Greatest Generation. Like many others she learned courage and frugality. But she always had a easy smile, gentle manner and looked for the bright side.
With my father Jack, the love of her life for over 75 years, my mother helped him create a successful New York typography business. While raising the family, she took courses at Queens College in NYC, graduating the same day as my brothers graduated high school and junior high school. She was committed to helping others obtain an education, and for many years, tutored adults for the GED and taught practical skills like money management and nutrition.
In 1975, my parents retired to Snowmass Village and then Carbondale, Colorado where they skied, bicycled, sailed and enjoyed the outdoors. They traveled the world and adventured galore.
She and Jack supported the Sulamit Lisa Gabow Scholarship Fund at Queens College, (for students of Jewish studies) and the Yiddish Book Center in Amherst, Massachusetts.
My mother was a voracious reader, starting in elementary school at the library. She always had a pile of diverse books at her bedside. She always was game for scrabble or boggle and, later in life, doing exercises in sets of 10's, counting in English, French, Yiddish and Spanish. She was an amazing seamstress, classic fashionista and had an eye for interior design. When faced with bad news, she would calmly reply "things happen". Always the optimist, she would say "if you live long enough, you'll see everything".
When anyone says I have grace and am gracious, I learned that from my mother; when someone says I am creative, I was inspired by my mother; when someone says I am organized and thorough, I was taught by my mother; and when someone says I am caring and loving, thoughtful and kind, I am my mother's daughter.
Both my mother Lisa and my father Jack were inspirations for my brothers Hal (and Patricia), Bruce (and Deborah), and me, as well as grandchildren Tenaya (and Scott), Aaron (and Tamara), Kyra, and Kalen.
(No formal services but I just wanted to send this note)
