Your mom, Betty Goldberg, held a very special place in my heart and that
of my family.  She always knew how to talk to young people, and how to
listen.  Somehow she was more keyed into their life than most adults.
She bore illness and tragedy with great courage, and even good humor.
She never forgot how to laugh and that gracious quality was a gift to
others.  I remember going to Damariscotta and Pemaquid Pond with Betty
and Bob and the kids.  It was so much fun! My job was to take the
garbage to the dump and it didn't take long for Betty to find my
nickname: Garbage Dump Howard.  She always said it with a laugh that
made me smile.  We loved visiting your mom in West Caldwell and then
seeing her in Philadelphia when she came down there.

When Betty moved to California all we could do was exchange cards at
the Simchas. (For those of you that don't recognize the Yiddish word,
Simchas are events like weddings and bar mitzvahs).  They always
reminded me of the special place she had and will always hold for me.
Her loving cousin,

Howard Chernick.