Written by Stanley Greenberg Friday, 01 March 2013 00:00
The year was 1961. It was a year of love and magic: Louise and Lorraine Meyerovitch both became engaged. Louise was involved with a tall, thin, handsome doctor and Navy man from Saint Albans, New York. He was a real catch, as was Louise, a gorgeous, intelligent and capable gal from the suburbs of Washington D.C.
In comparison, her sister Lorraine was short-changed: all she got was a big-mouth dentist from the Bronx (a.k.a. me.)
Marty was into the sciences at that time, with lipids his specialty. He switched careers to psychiatry, where he could help people. Louise did not waver at all. She became a housewife in Buffalo, NY and then in Hamden, Connecticut when Marty went back to Yale Medical School. Along Marty’s long academic pat, they had three wonderful, intelligent and talented children: Michelle, Robin and Daryl.
Marty came to life for the Army-Navy football game. He would put on his Navy paraphernalia and root his heart out. He also became an outstanding fan of the Washington Redskins: he cheered for them in victory and suffered with them in their defeats.
In the last few years, Marty slowed down a bit. He was extremely proud of his grandchildren, Maya and Ella, who are smart and gorgeous. He also was a very successful psychiatrist in the area.
The Colodzins of St. Albans are now complete: Bob, Myra and now Marty are all gone. Mrs. Fink and Leon have also departed.
Marty was kind and easy-going, and only his brother-in-law from the Bronx could rile him up. Larry, I will miss you in the hot tubs all over the world. Rest in peace.