Pauls' Mission being over, it was time to decide how he would continue on. He could have returned to College, which would have been a great choice, however he had to deal with the personal fact that many of his friends had taken up arms for the 'war' in Vietnam. In fact one, Gary Alexander a close friend had returned home being serious wounded. Paul felt the deferment for his Mission had been possible due to such sacrifices and decided he would go to the Los Angeles area and seek work until his turn came up in the 'draft'. He found work in the 'mail room' at the NCR Company. (Again a lot of walking!) He became well acquainted, with new friends while he was working here, and had a number of buildings he delivered mail to, which made a wide range of new friends.
When the call came to report for induction, he followed the councel his Dad had always given him, if you do it, give it your best. Well, out of over 300 inductees the day Paul reported, he was in the top 13 in testing.
These few were taken into a room and offered 'special training' if they would 'enlist'. I don't know about the others, but Paul decided to take the offer so he could be a Medic. He was discharged as a 'draftee' and then enlisted for a 6 year term of service. His training began not far from home. When he graduated basic training, where he had been a leader in his group, he was sent on to Para Troup training. The weather was not the least bit hospitable so the going was less than freindly. He had a pretty exciting time when they were training on the tower - repelling. You have to do that both ways it appears. One way going feet first another going head first. All went well until his turn to go down head first. The start was fine, but shortly there after, he lost control and fell very fast, which looked very much as if they were going to have a pretty bad scene. Nearing the bottom of the tower, some how, Paul gained control, and came to a sharp halt before smacking head first into the ground. Not intentinal, but quite a thrill none the less.
Marching was one of the things that was required. Good weather, bad weather, sore feet, cold and miserable, out they went and on they trudged up and down hill and dale. It was only because Paul had the orthodics that he was able to complete such rigorous training. Had he not had those, he said he would have washed out long before he had gone into his 'special forces' training.
Once he graduated from 'jump school', he was sent to Fort Sam Houston in Texas for his Medical training for the Green Beret. This was not just a basic or even a regular First Aid course. In fact it couldn't have been classified as an EMT training. This was really Medical! They had time in surgery, were trained in amputation of joints (I won't go into detail on this one, but believe me it was extensive). He spent time in the 'delivery room' learning how to deliver babies. The Hospital there was part of the daily routine for the Medical Training Paul underwent. One of the classes was 'pharmacuticals'. At first it appeared this would not be much of a problem but the deeper they got into the subject the more it became apparent Paul did not have the mathematical background for the figuring needed to complete this part satisfactorily. The Trainer sought Paul after one of the tests and explained to him further time in class would mean 'washout'. Paul had shown such exceptional talent in all the rest of the courses he did not want to see that happen. His suggestion was for Paul to resign and he would recommend him as a qualified Combat Medic. Then he could apply for transfer into the Ranger Company or 'special forces unit' since he qualified for that as well. Taking the Trainers advice, Paul resigned and was immediately transferred.
Paul had leave before he was shipped overseas so he took the opportunity to visit friends at BYU in Provo, Utah before he came home to leave his car. (We had taken his VW to him when he got to Fort Sam Houston.)
When Paul arrived in Vietnam, a Medic, he was not allowed to report to the Ranger Unit, but was sent immediately to the front lines because the need for Medics was so critical. He was there for three months caring for the wounded, etc. He finally applied to his Commanding Officer for better supplies than he was getting, and suggested he be allowed to go back to base to get the things he needed. Permission was granted and Paul went back to the Supply Depot and gathered up what he wanted. While he was there, he asked if there happened to be a Ranger Unit near?
He was shown an enclosed area where they were stationed. He went to the gate and asked to see the Sgt. in charge. Looking like any other soldier he was informed that the area was off limits and he could not enter. He again asked the Guard to tell the Sgt. in charge that Sgt. Rosenberg was here and wished to speak with him. The Guard went in with the message, and soon heard the Sgt. yell, "get him in here!" Once inside the Ranger compound, he never returned to the 'front'.
Now Paul begins being 'Doc Rosie'. He was 'different' didn't smoke, didn't drink, but he was saved when the Sgt learned he did 'like girls'. The Rangers worked in Teams. Paul, though their 'Doc', took his turn in a Team too. This ment they did not bathe for a week, did not brush their teeth or shave for a week before they went out behind the lines. Any soap, shaving cream or lotion even tooth paste could be smelt a long distance if it had been used. Secreted behind enemy lines ment every care need be taken to assure they were not detected. He said there were times when he was within 6 inches of passing Viet Cong and was not seen or heard. When they slept, the sat back to back in a circle with a 'claymore' (sp) mine secured at their feet. Boobie Traps were a constant threat and getting in and out was most dangerous. They never left a wounded or killed member of a team behind. Everything that went in with them had to come out. No trace was to be left.
The jungle made it impossible to Parachute in, so they repelled from Helicopters. The night before a drop, the area was completely sprayed with 'agent orange'. By morning there was not a shread of living growth below them. When they hit the ground running, it was like hitting 'potato chips' the dead foilage crumbled into a fine powder theyhad to ran through to make cover. Paul never talked much about his experiences while there, but I know there were times when he would allude to various things. On his Birthday in 2010 he had a visitor, a friend who brought him candy every year and spend some time visiting. On this, her last visit with him he told this story: "We had been out for a number of days and were in danger of being caught by the Viet Cong. We sent a message to base to have them come in and pick us up. There were 6 of them. The 'Chopper' that came was not able to hover low enough and was not sure they could get all 6 aboard in time. The Team Leader of course was the first to grab the 'ladder' that was lowered, he had to climb as fast as he could, with the ladder swinging from the movement of the man, plus the wind of the 'chopper blades' making it difficult to grab hold and begin the climb. Each man had to deal with the problem. Paul, being the lowest man on the Team was of course last to 'hopefully' grab and climb. By then there were at least 4 others ahead of him causing their own swaying to what the 'chopper' was making. There wasn't time to think, just 'do'. When he was finally able to get grip on the ladder, he had to deal with the weight of his pack, ammunition belt, medical supplies, and automatic rifle, which was free swinging at times. Once you got a hold, you tried to control your hold, get your feet to moving and get up to the 'chopper' door as quickly as possible, with a man ahead of you who was trying to manage with a man ahead of him. Sounds comical in the telling, but it was far from comical to the 6 guys doing it. Once the first man got into the 'chopper' he would grab a beer out of the tub provided and light a ciragrett. Each man in turn doing the same thing, I might add they were shaking hard while they did this. Paul went on to say he was fighting to keep a hold and maintain some kind of composure as he struggled to make each rung of that ladder. When after much hard work, and nearly freezing as he fought the chill of the wind that whipped him around as well, he finally made it to the door. Someone pulled him in. By now he was shaking so hard and his teeth were chattering, rather a pitiful sight he imagined. He reached into the tub, grabbed a beer and took a stiff drink, then he lit a cigarett and began to puff heartly. The rest of the team just stared at him. One finally said: "Doc, we didn't think you drank or smoked?" To which Paul shaking and stuttering said: " I - I - I - don - don - don't." Amazing what fright, cold and danger will cause us to do huh? It was funny in the telling and hearing, but afterward I had time to reflect on the fact; Paul was having a panic attack from what he had just experienced. How many others he had to suffered during those long 18 months? Only he knew and further suffered from the 're-call' that apparently over took him on occasion. No wonder they say: "war is hell".
Well, Paul said when they returned they were left to themselves for some time to 'come down' from their time 'out', then they had to go over the entire time again with their commanding officer and give all the information they had gleaned. Each man would then bathe and put on clean clothes get something hot to eat and spend time in the 'houch' coming 'down'.
Paul was the stable influence in the Unit. When the others would go out on 'liberty' they would bring their cash to Paul and ask him to keep it so they wouldn't blow it all while they were drunk. He was safe. No matter how much they would threaten, or beg, he would not let them have their money until they were back in the 'compound' and sober.
He was the last 'Medic' to leave Vietnam. All the medical supplies and equipment were brought to where he was. He said he had one of the finest dispensaries he had ever seen. He could do just about anything he might have been call on to do, surgery included. When it was time to leave the Country, he was ordered to destroy it all. This he did by setting fire to the Unit. Broke his heart. In following those orders he nearly missed the last plane to leave Vietnam. He had to run for it and barely made the door before they took off.
Upon arriving back into the States, he later learned, he was to have been sent for debreifing, but the order was overlooked, and he was sent home. PTSD was more pronounced with these Veterans than most because they were flown to their area of operation and then when finished were flown home. In the Second World War the Veterans were sent home on Troup Ships where they had time to talk with others and help them deal somewhat with the things they had seen and done. Not so with Paul and the others who served with him. Carrying such memories was such a burden that problems developed. In Pauls case he had an additional burden. He had just returned from two years of teaching and preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Nothing he had done in those two years in any way was like what his Military Training and time in Vietnam put him through. His problem was not able to be helped by any with all the time the learned men and women at Palo Alto had. They told him: "if you were in an out of jail, using drugs, beating your wife, then we would know what to do for you, but you seem to be having trouble with relating to your religous background, and we know nothing about that!" So Paul had to work it out for himself. Did he? I think he did, to a point. His feeling of guilt and unworthiness was dropped enough that he could go back to Church, through friends, he was able to find a place of acceptance. He was able to bear his testimony and take part in lessons. He was generous in his contributions to the Boy Scouts and Young Womens programs. He found acceptance and love from those he admired. Paul was upset that his health kept him from attending Church as he would have liked, but his faithfulness in prayers was great.
Paul loved his family. A great sorrow of course that he never had any children of his own, but he was quick to enjoy those of his family and the youth he admired in the Ward. He mentioned on a number of occasions he would like to have had some one named after him as he never was able to carry on the Rosenberg name himself. I have always felt Paul was well named. Of course I remember it was because his Dads' best friend was named Paul, but I like to think now that our Paul followed along the same lines as Paul the Apostle. He was weak for a time, and then he found himself and became strong and valiant in the things he knew to be correct. He could not do all he would have wished, but I am convinced when he had proved himself in the end, he was called forth to carry on the Mission he was destined to fulfill. Had he lacked in mortality, he is now struggling to fulfill in eternity. I believe he will achieve yet those things he so longed for in this life. A worthy wife and children that together they may raise to fulfill his fondest dreams.
Written this 9th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Uncle Paul Part Five
Lets take a look at Pauls' Mission to the North of the England for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. We had talked previously about his 'call' so we won't go over that part in this 'part'. When he received his letter from the Mission President he was told not to buy any clothing before he came to England. We lived in the desert and there would be nothing he could buy in town, or elsewhere in the State that would be suitable where he would be spending his time. This made packing great, but even in the Mission Home, he had problems. With only one suit, what do you do when it needs to be cleaned? You borrow what ever you can from whom ever you find something to fit. You must remember this was way back when. The Mission home was, at that time, on a lot that is now part of the Conference Center. An old building that had lots of bedrooms on the second floor and lots of space for the Missionaries to attend classes during the day time. Back then all the language was learned after you got to where you were going if it wasn't English. Which took another 6 months time. This didn't effect Paul.
I only incert this here, as it shows how much the Church has grown, and how the Missionaries are trained now.
Maybe I should stop here and go over Pauls arrival in Salt Lake City. I am not sure if I have already covered this in another 'part' or not. Well,
in any event, it won't hurt to run by it now. I had notified the Missionaries who had converted me years before that Paul was coming. They were on the spot when his plane arrived at the Salt Lake City Airport. Not knowing what Paul looked like, they had to take a guess when the passendgers came into the Terminal. I guess a young man carrying his Scriptures was as good a clue as any. The two Men walked up to Paul reached out their hands for a good hearty shake with: Elder Rosenberg?
They gathered up Pauls meager baggage and took him into Salt Lake and securely placed him in the Mission Home. While there, they asked if it might be possible to claim the Elder when his two weeks were up and escort him back to the Airport and see him off to his Mission. Permission was granted.
Mother and I went up to be present at the Missionary Farewell at the end of the two week training sessions. There were over 300 Missionaries leaving and the Meeting was held in the Tabernacle on Temple Square. What a thrill that was. I think what has remained vibrant in my memory was when those Missionaries stood and sang "Let There Be Peace On Earth". Goose bumps all around when they, with gusto performed that piece. I have never heard it sung better, or with more deep hearted feeling.
We were able to spend the evening with Paul at the Lowell Taylor home in Kaysville, Utah. We enjoyed a family dinner and helped Paul pack for his flight the following day. We said good-bye at the Taylor Home and the two Returned Missionaries took Paul and his baggage and headed to the Airport. They, as previous arranged, were to send Paul off to his Mission.
I believe it was a very special treat for them. They had converted me when Paul was only about 5 years old. Now, 14 years later, they were part of seeing fruit of their labor carry on what they had been able to accomplish.
When Paul arrived in England, he was picked up at the Leeds Airport and taken to the Mission Home where he was housed for two weeks while he had a complete outfit of clothing tailor made for him. This consisted of two suits, a top coat, shoes and hats. Yes, one of the Mission rules was that every Missionary had to wear a hat. It is cold in the North British Mission. That was when Paul started collecting hats. He came home with an assortment that I don't believe he ever wore when he got back to the States. Well, he never lived where he needed one.
Pauls Mission Presidents' name was I believe Robinson. They had a working relationship. Paul appreciated the President and the President delt with Pauls unusualy personality. One of the first problems seemed to be the Passport. It was Mission Rules they were left in the Mission Home.
I don't know how that all got worked out. Paul was reluctant to give up his Passport and wonder around in a foreign country without it. He was given his Missionary Identification Card that was what he needed, but he
was not sure that was enough. Well whatever, as you may well imagine, he and the Mission President got very well aquainted right off.
Paul always had a quick temper - he wasn't easily provoked, but when he was, take cover. A time or two he had to make a call to the President to settle things with his companion. I guess that wasn't uncommon for a number of the Missionaries, but with Paul it didn't seem as if it was something that should go with the work. Having a good relationship with his President was something that Paul talked about many times. I believe he learned a great deal from this relationship and gleaned personal growth that stayed with him the rest of his life.
Paul had trained with a Chef during one of his part time jobs before the family moved to Taft. Because of this training, he became the cook for the Mission. His Companions benefited by his ability to handle pots and pans and the Mission President called upon him to plan and prepare a Thanksgiving Dinner for all the Missionaries in the North British Mission and those serving in the Scottish Mission. I guess it turned out to be a great affair for everyone.
Speaking of food, Paul use to laugh and tell about the time they were working in town and the YW/YM were having a social and had invited the Elders to attend, and have 'refreshments'. Now you can imagine what the Missionaries were expecting - that was where things took a sudden change. When it came time for the 'refreshments' everyone of the 'Brits'
were excited to have BAKED POTATOES; it wasn't as exciting for the American Missionaries. I believe Paul did more cooking than he might have because of the difference in the food in England. He was use to spices in his food, the food he said in England was rather bland. In one
case he prepared a pot of Chili Beans from the things we had sent him from home. His land lady came to their door and asked what Paul was cooking is smelled so good. He explained to her and after the pot was ready, he took some down for her to sample. The next day when they saw her, he inquired how she had liked them. Her reply: "they were good, but the do give a bit of wind don't they?" (Ya, beans can do that!)
Paul said one of his favorite things was to get 'fish and chips' from a vendor on the street. They were cooked so good and placed in a cone made from newspaper - which absorbed the grease. Best 'fish and chips' he ever ate. Well the fish was fresh and potatoes were pretty special in England. He said they ate a lot of Chinese food while they were there. I guess resturants were not as common as they are in the US.
On a certain 'P' day the Missionaries were playing soccer when Paul went to kick the ball. Another Missionary did the same, only he kicked Paul on the bottom of his foot, just below the big toe. He walked with a cane for a long time after this, experiencing a great deal of pain. When he returned home, we took him to a foot specialist to have it checked out. He was outfitted with orthodics to stabelize his feet. It appears Paul had hip structure problems which caused shortened hamstring muscles. He should not have been doing a great deal of walking without these supports. Soooo? Who knew, and he had spent 2 years in a cold climate walking and riding bikes. This will be another thing to concider when we talk further about his time in the Service - nothing more on it at this writting however!
In England, the country had been very tract out over the years so Paul was like the other Elders not expected to have a great many baptisms. He did, as I believe I have explained elsewhere, able to get 1. When it came time for him to return home, he was surprised to learn they were going to send him early. One Elder was leavning, and there was no one to leave with him. Paul was the next Elder to be released so they called him to be his Companion. I will relate now just how the Lord keeps families in tune. Jay and I were going to bed, it was the first part of February and Paul was not due home until the first of March. As I pulled back the covers to get into bed, I had the impression that Paul was coming home.
Early the next morning the phone rang and Paul announced he was in the Mission Home and was being sent home early to accompany this other Missionary.
This along with the financial education I received let me know that the Church is certainly true. When Paul left, I took a job as dispatcher for Hartman Redi-Mix in Taft. I became their weigh-master as well. It was for the purpose of supporting Paul on his Mission. Then we had to deposit $650.00 per month here which was transferred to Barleys Bank in England and changed into 'pound sterling'. It wasn't long until I learned that every change in my paycheck ment something. One time it was Paul need extra funds for something, another time he requested extra to assist a family to get to the Temple for their family to receive their blessings for eternity. It never failed when I had overtime, it was the amount I would learn Paul needed.
We had a great overhead with the payments on the house in Taft, Jay bought a new car, and of course we had the hugh Truck payments each month. We never missed a payment or were short for family needs, no matter how large or small for those two years. When Paul came home I had day dreams of new carpets and a number of other things, but when Paul came home, there was never one dime extra. We still had all we needed, but not one cent more. How does that work? I cannot tell you, but work it does and it has ever been a testimony to me that when you are engaged in the work of the LORD, HE provides the way to accomplish that thing you are called to do.
Paul told me any number of times he felt he had learned more about human nature on his Mission than he could have learned from 4 years in school. I am sure he ment as much about himself as he learned about others. No matter, he continued on where ever he was, or with whomever he might be in a most acceptable manner. He kept his indivduality, and quick wit and temper, but he was ever ready to help, share and assist any one he felt was in need. A more generous individual I do not believe I have ever met. Paul was ever quick to compliment, to help and encourage. There are many a mother who has been brought to tears by Paul for the praise he expressed to her for the talents of her children. He encouraged those in the Scouting program, and if he learned a young man was leaving for the Service to his Country Paul was there to give him support, and good council for his time in training and service.
Many will one day clasp his hand and give thanks for that which they received from Paul. I believe I will be at the head of that line myself.
Written this 8th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
I only incert this here, as it shows how much the Church has grown, and how the Missionaries are trained now.
Maybe I should stop here and go over Pauls arrival in Salt Lake City. I am not sure if I have already covered this in another 'part' or not. Well,
in any event, it won't hurt to run by it now. I had notified the Missionaries who had converted me years before that Paul was coming. They were on the spot when his plane arrived at the Salt Lake City Airport. Not knowing what Paul looked like, they had to take a guess when the passendgers came into the Terminal. I guess a young man carrying his Scriptures was as good a clue as any. The two Men walked up to Paul reached out their hands for a good hearty shake with: Elder Rosenberg?
They gathered up Pauls meager baggage and took him into Salt Lake and securely placed him in the Mission Home. While there, they asked if it might be possible to claim the Elder when his two weeks were up and escort him back to the Airport and see him off to his Mission. Permission was granted.
Mother and I went up to be present at the Missionary Farewell at the end of the two week training sessions. There were over 300 Missionaries leaving and the Meeting was held in the Tabernacle on Temple Square. What a thrill that was. I think what has remained vibrant in my memory was when those Missionaries stood and sang "Let There Be Peace On Earth". Goose bumps all around when they, with gusto performed that piece. I have never heard it sung better, or with more deep hearted feeling.
We were able to spend the evening with Paul at the Lowell Taylor home in Kaysville, Utah. We enjoyed a family dinner and helped Paul pack for his flight the following day. We said good-bye at the Taylor Home and the two Returned Missionaries took Paul and his baggage and headed to the Airport. They, as previous arranged, were to send Paul off to his Mission.
I believe it was a very special treat for them. They had converted me when Paul was only about 5 years old. Now, 14 years later, they were part of seeing fruit of their labor carry on what they had been able to accomplish.
When Paul arrived in England, he was picked up at the Leeds Airport and taken to the Mission Home where he was housed for two weeks while he had a complete outfit of clothing tailor made for him. This consisted of two suits, a top coat, shoes and hats. Yes, one of the Mission rules was that every Missionary had to wear a hat. It is cold in the North British Mission. That was when Paul started collecting hats. He came home with an assortment that I don't believe he ever wore when he got back to the States. Well, he never lived where he needed one.
Pauls Mission Presidents' name was I believe Robinson. They had a working relationship. Paul appreciated the President and the President delt with Pauls unusualy personality. One of the first problems seemed to be the Passport. It was Mission Rules they were left in the Mission Home.
I don't know how that all got worked out. Paul was reluctant to give up his Passport and wonder around in a foreign country without it. He was given his Missionary Identification Card that was what he needed, but he
was not sure that was enough. Well whatever, as you may well imagine, he and the Mission President got very well aquainted right off.
Paul always had a quick temper - he wasn't easily provoked, but when he was, take cover. A time or two he had to make a call to the President to settle things with his companion. I guess that wasn't uncommon for a number of the Missionaries, but with Paul it didn't seem as if it was something that should go with the work. Having a good relationship with his President was something that Paul talked about many times. I believe he learned a great deal from this relationship and gleaned personal growth that stayed with him the rest of his life.
Paul had trained with a Chef during one of his part time jobs before the family moved to Taft. Because of this training, he became the cook for the Mission. His Companions benefited by his ability to handle pots and pans and the Mission President called upon him to plan and prepare a Thanksgiving Dinner for all the Missionaries in the North British Mission and those serving in the Scottish Mission. I guess it turned out to be a great affair for everyone.
Speaking of food, Paul use to laugh and tell about the time they were working in town and the YW/YM were having a social and had invited the Elders to attend, and have 'refreshments'. Now you can imagine what the Missionaries were expecting - that was where things took a sudden change. When it came time for the 'refreshments' everyone of the 'Brits'
were excited to have BAKED POTATOES; it wasn't as exciting for the American Missionaries. I believe Paul did more cooking than he might have because of the difference in the food in England. He was use to spices in his food, the food he said in England was rather bland. In one
case he prepared a pot of Chili Beans from the things we had sent him from home. His land lady came to their door and asked what Paul was cooking is smelled so good. He explained to her and after the pot was ready, he took some down for her to sample. The next day when they saw her, he inquired how she had liked them. Her reply: "they were good, but the do give a bit of wind don't they?" (Ya, beans can do that!)
Paul said one of his favorite things was to get 'fish and chips' from a vendor on the street. They were cooked so good and placed in a cone made from newspaper - which absorbed the grease. Best 'fish and chips' he ever ate. Well the fish was fresh and potatoes were pretty special in England. He said they ate a lot of Chinese food while they were there. I guess resturants were not as common as they are in the US.
On a certain 'P' day the Missionaries were playing soccer when Paul went to kick the ball. Another Missionary did the same, only he kicked Paul on the bottom of his foot, just below the big toe. He walked with a cane for a long time after this, experiencing a great deal of pain. When he returned home, we took him to a foot specialist to have it checked out. He was outfitted with orthodics to stabelize his feet. It appears Paul had hip structure problems which caused shortened hamstring muscles. He should not have been doing a great deal of walking without these supports. Soooo? Who knew, and he had spent 2 years in a cold climate walking and riding bikes. This will be another thing to concider when we talk further about his time in the Service - nothing more on it at this writting however!
In England, the country had been very tract out over the years so Paul was like the other Elders not expected to have a great many baptisms. He did, as I believe I have explained elsewhere, able to get 1. When it came time for him to return home, he was surprised to learn they were going to send him early. One Elder was leavning, and there was no one to leave with him. Paul was the next Elder to be released so they called him to be his Companion. I will relate now just how the Lord keeps families in tune. Jay and I were going to bed, it was the first part of February and Paul was not due home until the first of March. As I pulled back the covers to get into bed, I had the impression that Paul was coming home.
Early the next morning the phone rang and Paul announced he was in the Mission Home and was being sent home early to accompany this other Missionary.
This along with the financial education I received let me know that the Church is certainly true. When Paul left, I took a job as dispatcher for Hartman Redi-Mix in Taft. I became their weigh-master as well. It was for the purpose of supporting Paul on his Mission. Then we had to deposit $650.00 per month here which was transferred to Barleys Bank in England and changed into 'pound sterling'. It wasn't long until I learned that every change in my paycheck ment something. One time it was Paul need extra funds for something, another time he requested extra to assist a family to get to the Temple for their family to receive their blessings for eternity. It never failed when I had overtime, it was the amount I would learn Paul needed.
We had a great overhead with the payments on the house in Taft, Jay bought a new car, and of course we had the hugh Truck payments each month. We never missed a payment or were short for family needs, no matter how large or small for those two years. When Paul came home I had day dreams of new carpets and a number of other things, but when Paul came home, there was never one dime extra. We still had all we needed, but not one cent more. How does that work? I cannot tell you, but work it does and it has ever been a testimony to me that when you are engaged in the work of the LORD, HE provides the way to accomplish that thing you are called to do.
Paul told me any number of times he felt he had learned more about human nature on his Mission than he could have learned from 4 years in school. I am sure he ment as much about himself as he learned about others. No matter, he continued on where ever he was, or with whomever he might be in a most acceptable manner. He kept his indivduality, and quick wit and temper, but he was ever ready to help, share and assist any one he felt was in need. A more generous individual I do not believe I have ever met. Paul was ever quick to compliment, to help and encourage. There are many a mother who has been brought to tears by Paul for the praise he expressed to her for the talents of her children. He encouraged those in the Scouting program, and if he learned a young man was leaving for the Service to his Country Paul was there to give him support, and good council for his time in training and service.
Many will one day clasp his hand and give thanks for that which they received from Paul. I believe I will be at the head of that line myself.
Written this 8th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Uncle Paul Part Four
This section is really part of the one we just left, but the thoughts did not advance in my memory at that writting so that they could be included. Just as well, there is something I feel should be incerted here to add to what will follow: so here goes!
As a parent, I was a pretty strict item. Very closely guarded who the kids kept as friends, and pretty on top of who they were with, or so I thought, and what they were doing, which I learned later was not always the case. I guess all parents live to discover some of this - be prepared!
In our neighborhood Paul was blessed with having a number of boys near his age with whom he could spend a great deal of time. It was not until he got his 10 speed bike that we started having to monitor those who wanted to draw Paul into 'their circle'. Now one of the faults we noticed during this space of time - ages 10 to about 16 - was Paul was a 'follower' and not the 'leader' we had hoped him to be. If this came from his cheery nature and quick wit, I cannot tell - it was just the way it was. Again as I look back, it could have been that he was eager to be with the 'bigger boys'. You see Paul never did gain a lot of height during this time, well not ever really!
Our home was one of a tract of homes that was built in what had been originally one of the beautiful Orange Groves that use to fill a goodly portion of Southern California. Our lot only had one pretty sorry speciman, which was taken out when we added the garage, but that is in another Blog, and need not be mentioned further here. The only reason I do bring it up at all is to relate one particular incident when Paul was I think 9 or 10. He and his neighbor buddies spent a good deal of time in the trees at the various homes. Next door to us lived the Parks on one side and the McGees on the other. This particular occurance took place in the Avacado Tree in the Parks back yard. It was quite a big tree so that all the boys could find a perch while they filled their fanciful dreams. This day, I don't recall what they were imagening - they decided to add tossing an Avacado back and forth. When of a sudden there was a loud scream and Paul came bounding out of the tree and over into our yard holding his hand and shaking violently. When I came to the door to see what the trouble was he could'nt talk, just held his hand up for me to see. At first it was difficult to know what the trouble was, no blood, and no swelling. Then I noticed what he was unable to articulate - there was a portion of an Avacado skin wedged under one of his fingernails. I quickly put him the car and took him to the Dr. (Back then we didn't go to the emergency room at the hospital like they do today.) The fingernail and the Avacado skin were both removed. Paul had a very sore finger for quite awhile following this brief encounter.
There was another incident, which happened I believe it was the Friday before he was to be ordained a Deacon. Incidently it was his birthday as well. Before I had left for work and the kids were leaving for school, Paul asked if he could go bike riding with some of the boys. I inquired who the 'boys' might be. When I learned their names, I forbid him to go with them. His bike had been a Christmas present to help him earn his distance riding Badge for his Scouting. The boys he named did not have the best of reputations for being the sort I wanted Paul to associate with. Their were others he had been doing some distant riding with that we approved of. Well, you can guess I suppose. When he got together with the 'boys' at school, they encouraged him to tag along, I would never know because he would be home before I got back from work. In fact I had mentioned I would be a bit late because I had ordered a special Birthday Cake for our evening meal. Taking a longer route home to pick the Cake up would make me about a half hour late. Jay was home long before I was, but the kids always knew their Dad was not as hard to please as Mom, so that would be O.K. (Or so the thought went.)
When Jay got home the neighbors who kept an eye out for the kids until either one of us got home came and told Jay that he would need to go to the local Police Station, they were holding Paul and some other boys until their parents got home. Jay hastily made the trip down to the Police Station to see what the problem could be. Upon arriving he found the boys all huddled in one of the offices looking pretty grim as you may well imagine. Out poured the sad tale. They had been riding along the railroad tracks, which everyone knows is Railroad Property and is posted as a 'do not traspass zone'. The boys assured Jay they were not 'doing anything but riding'. HOWEVER there was a Railroad Detective in that area that day inspecting things and arrested the boys. He called ahead to see if there was any problem with the train that had just passed. He was informed there were a number of broken windows - Ah HA - those boys had been throwing stones at the train. They denied this, but to no avail.
Each boy had to post I believe it was something like $60.00 to be released. This to repair the damage to the train. Jay wrote a check for Pauls portion of the fine, and he brought Paul home. Now - we wait until
MOM comes! Ulck!
I got home about a half hour after Jay and Paul got there. It was all over the neighborhood of course, and kids were standing in the street, yards, etc. I don't know if they thought there would be an earthquake when I heard the news or what, but they were expecting something rather exciting. I put the cake on the table and stood to hear the bad news. All the while Paul sat in a chair with his head lowered and afraid of what the outcome of this breech would bring his way. I listened quietly and with a great deal more calm than I felt inside. After Jay had finished his part of the affair, I turned to Paul and asked what he had to say for himself on the subject. He apologized and in hind sight realized just why I had told him not to go. I quietly said, then that is that, I hope you have learned a lesson from all of this. It kind of puts a damper on your Birthday, but here is your Cake and I will get dinner finished so we can eat. The meal was pretty quiet. Dawn shooting glances first at one and then another of those seated at the Table. Very little was said. The table was cleared while Paul remained seated and I got the dishes washed. Finally he had to know: "what are you going to do to me MOM?" I asked him: "what have you been doing all this time - since you were hauled into the police station waiting for you Dad and then brought home to wait for me?" Of course he replied: "worring about what you would do!" I said: "then I think you have been punished enough - go do your homework - we will not talk about this again. I don't recall Paul being with those boys again, or giving us any such problem after that. Or at least not to my recollection that is.
That of course was not the end of Paul chosing friends that were far beneath those he should have associated with. I won't go into any others, but upon talking to him these past few years he confessed he had not had the best idea of what friends should be. Among those he really learned to appreciate were some with whom he rode his Harley. They seemed to have had a great deal of their own problems and valued a true friend enough to be careful in their associations. Paul seemed to have learned how to pick friends more worthy of his friendship when he got older. Possibly because he no longer needed to 'match up'. What ever the case, he had a great many worthy friends in his later life, and even gleaned a number much younger than himself, who cherished his friendship, and I believe that is the greatest compliment I can leave for this portion of my writing.
So until the next section - keep tuned in!
Writting this 5th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
As a parent, I was a pretty strict item. Very closely guarded who the kids kept as friends, and pretty on top of who they were with, or so I thought, and what they were doing, which I learned later was not always the case. I guess all parents live to discover some of this - be prepared!
In our neighborhood Paul was blessed with having a number of boys near his age with whom he could spend a great deal of time. It was not until he got his 10 speed bike that we started having to monitor those who wanted to draw Paul into 'their circle'. Now one of the faults we noticed during this space of time - ages 10 to about 16 - was Paul was a 'follower' and not the 'leader' we had hoped him to be. If this came from his cheery nature and quick wit, I cannot tell - it was just the way it was. Again as I look back, it could have been that he was eager to be with the 'bigger boys'. You see Paul never did gain a lot of height during this time, well not ever really!
Our home was one of a tract of homes that was built in what had been originally one of the beautiful Orange Groves that use to fill a goodly portion of Southern California. Our lot only had one pretty sorry speciman, which was taken out when we added the garage, but that is in another Blog, and need not be mentioned further here. The only reason I do bring it up at all is to relate one particular incident when Paul was I think 9 or 10. He and his neighbor buddies spent a good deal of time in the trees at the various homes. Next door to us lived the Parks on one side and the McGees on the other. This particular occurance took place in the Avacado Tree in the Parks back yard. It was quite a big tree so that all the boys could find a perch while they filled their fanciful dreams. This day, I don't recall what they were imagening - they decided to add tossing an Avacado back and forth. When of a sudden there was a loud scream and Paul came bounding out of the tree and over into our yard holding his hand and shaking violently. When I came to the door to see what the trouble was he could'nt talk, just held his hand up for me to see. At first it was difficult to know what the trouble was, no blood, and no swelling. Then I noticed what he was unable to articulate - there was a portion of an Avacado skin wedged under one of his fingernails. I quickly put him the car and took him to the Dr. (Back then we didn't go to the emergency room at the hospital like they do today.) The fingernail and the Avacado skin were both removed. Paul had a very sore finger for quite awhile following this brief encounter.
There was another incident, which happened I believe it was the Friday before he was to be ordained a Deacon. Incidently it was his birthday as well. Before I had left for work and the kids were leaving for school, Paul asked if he could go bike riding with some of the boys. I inquired who the 'boys' might be. When I learned their names, I forbid him to go with them. His bike had been a Christmas present to help him earn his distance riding Badge for his Scouting. The boys he named did not have the best of reputations for being the sort I wanted Paul to associate with. Their were others he had been doing some distant riding with that we approved of. Well, you can guess I suppose. When he got together with the 'boys' at school, they encouraged him to tag along, I would never know because he would be home before I got back from work. In fact I had mentioned I would be a bit late because I had ordered a special Birthday Cake for our evening meal. Taking a longer route home to pick the Cake up would make me about a half hour late. Jay was home long before I was, but the kids always knew their Dad was not as hard to please as Mom, so that would be O.K. (Or so the thought went.)
When Jay got home the neighbors who kept an eye out for the kids until either one of us got home came and told Jay that he would need to go to the local Police Station, they were holding Paul and some other boys until their parents got home. Jay hastily made the trip down to the Police Station to see what the problem could be. Upon arriving he found the boys all huddled in one of the offices looking pretty grim as you may well imagine. Out poured the sad tale. They had been riding along the railroad tracks, which everyone knows is Railroad Property and is posted as a 'do not traspass zone'. The boys assured Jay they were not 'doing anything but riding'. HOWEVER there was a Railroad Detective in that area that day inspecting things and arrested the boys. He called ahead to see if there was any problem with the train that had just passed. He was informed there were a number of broken windows - Ah HA - those boys had been throwing stones at the train. They denied this, but to no avail.
Each boy had to post I believe it was something like $60.00 to be released. This to repair the damage to the train. Jay wrote a check for Pauls portion of the fine, and he brought Paul home. Now - we wait until
MOM comes! Ulck!
I got home about a half hour after Jay and Paul got there. It was all over the neighborhood of course, and kids were standing in the street, yards, etc. I don't know if they thought there would be an earthquake when I heard the news or what, but they were expecting something rather exciting. I put the cake on the table and stood to hear the bad news. All the while Paul sat in a chair with his head lowered and afraid of what the outcome of this breech would bring his way. I listened quietly and with a great deal more calm than I felt inside. After Jay had finished his part of the affair, I turned to Paul and asked what he had to say for himself on the subject. He apologized and in hind sight realized just why I had told him not to go. I quietly said, then that is that, I hope you have learned a lesson from all of this. It kind of puts a damper on your Birthday, but here is your Cake and I will get dinner finished so we can eat. The meal was pretty quiet. Dawn shooting glances first at one and then another of those seated at the Table. Very little was said. The table was cleared while Paul remained seated and I got the dishes washed. Finally he had to know: "what are you going to do to me MOM?" I asked him: "what have you been doing all this time - since you were hauled into the police station waiting for you Dad and then brought home to wait for me?" Of course he replied: "worring about what you would do!" I said: "then I think you have been punished enough - go do your homework - we will not talk about this again. I don't recall Paul being with those boys again, or giving us any such problem after that. Or at least not to my recollection that is.
That of course was not the end of Paul chosing friends that were far beneath those he should have associated with. I won't go into any others, but upon talking to him these past few years he confessed he had not had the best idea of what friends should be. Among those he really learned to appreciate were some with whom he rode his Harley. They seemed to have had a great deal of their own problems and valued a true friend enough to be careful in their associations. Paul seemed to have learned how to pick friends more worthy of his friendship when he got older. Possibly because he no longer needed to 'match up'. What ever the case, he had a great many worthy friends in his later life, and even gleaned a number much younger than himself, who cherished his friendship, and I believe that is the greatest compliment I can leave for this portion of my writing.
So until the next section - keep tuned in!
Writting this 5th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Uncle Paul Part Three
I had promised you some fill in on some subjects I left dangling in Parts One and Two. I hope to complete some of that now!
First I believe I will start with Paul and Athletics.
Paul always wanted to play ball and be active, but he was the smallest one in his classes, and was never seriously concidered for the 'team'. He did however go out for baseball one year. It was when he was about 8 I believe. When he made the team he was excited. We had a long talk about the time and energy that would have to go into being a member of a team. The time to practice, the time to be at the games etc. It came up that a number of the games that season would be played on Sunday. Paul had just been baptised and wanted to fill all the requirements of his membership in the Church. We talked it over and it was left up to Paul which he would chose. Fulfilling his responsibility to the Team and play all the games, or for go being on the Team to fulfill his duty to be at Church every Sunday. Paul wanted to have 100% attendance. After some time deciding, he with drew from the Team and had 100% attendance from then through his Aaronic Priesthood years. Which netted him his
'Duty to God' award.
Speaking of his Priesthood beginnings I feel it might be of interest to note here that when Paul was 15 one of the Mothers in our Ward (name not remembered at this writting) came to me and asked when Paul would be ordained a Priest. I answered not until December when he turned 16. She said: "well than we will pospone my sons baptism until December, I want Paul to do it." Her husband was not a member and she had noticed Paul and had watched him as he progressed in the Church. He had impressed her as a good example for her own son. So Paul performed his first Baptism shortly after he turned 16 in December 1963.
Continuing on this line now, it should be explained that Paul was always exact in his performance in the Priesthood. He was 100% in his Home Teaching Assignment. As his Dad was not active at this time, he was the one to remind his Partner it was time to set the appointments to visit their families. He was usually at the Sacrament Table each Sunday and ready to accept any other assignment that was presented to him.
When we left Pico Rivera and moved to Taft, Paul did not find the same 'spirit' in the Taft Ward. The small town had formed a very small minded group. The Church being small, with some in it more concerned that a 'certain example' be set for the entire town by the members; I don't think their was a single member of our family that was not effected by this attitude. A trial that we all had to overcome. I am not saying all the Members were so narrow minded, but the Rosenbergs were city folk, and had to learn how to conduct themselves suitably. We did not however learn, but we did 'endure'. I only mention this because it had bearing on Paul putting in his papers for his Mission. I won't name names during this part of the history I am producing, only let you know that the Bishop at the time was a singularly minded fellow, who wanted his Priesthood boys to meet HIS idea of what they should be. Whether Paul was too 'free' of spirit or what I do not know, but the Bishop through a number of interviews made Paul understand he needed to 'shape up' before he would consent to submit his papers. To which Paul quickly stated: "well then I will just submit my papers through my former Ward, where they have no problem with my conduct, or attitude." Needless to say, the Bishop did not want that to happen so after some time did submit the papers. When it came time for Paul to be ordained an Elder, this same Bishop let us understand that it would be 'he' who chose who would ordained Paul and that it must of necessity be done in his office at the Church. By this time, my 'Irish' had been raised and I contacted the Stake President who was most clear on that subject. Paul could be ordained by any worthy member he chose and in what ever place he felt was fitting. Our final dealing with this Bishop was when we attended Sacrament meeting one Sunday and he announced what Mission Paul had been called to. We had not received Pauls letter at this time. Needless to say we were all upset over this. Pauls letter did not come for another week.
Speaking of Taft, I should mention that when we moved there during Oildorado, Paul was introduced to some young men who formed a band and asked Paul to be part of it. He played drums and was their lead singer. (One of the main objections I believe of the Bishop). I made vests for them, and they had a pretty successful run. Played for a number of things during Oildorado (which was in October after we had moved to Taft in June) and some dances through out that winter and spring.
As for Pauls Dress. He was rather a stylish kid. He wanted to dress with pants that had to be cleaned. I did not see the necessity of the expense, but if that was his choice, he could pay for the cleaning, I would purchase the pants. This ment Paul needed some money. He went to the Barber Shop that was on the Blvd. and got a job sweeping up and cleaning the shop. Wasn't a big paying job, but took care of cleaning two pair of pants each week with some left over, after paying his tithing of course.
Oh, I guess I should mention another job he had, for a short time. One of his friends, also a member of the Church offered to let Paul take over his Newspaper Route. It wasn't a big job, but he could make a few extra dollars every month so he accepted. He faithfully delivered the papers and then set about going to each person collecting for the service. He was well received, and collected successfull. After counting out his money and paying his tithing, he was shocked when the boys mother appeared at the front door demanding the money Paul had collected. Her son had delivered the papers and the funds were his. Paul explained that he had already paid tithing on the money and surrendered what was left. She in a huff left. The next day the boy came to Paul and was embarassed and sorry for the trouble. Confessing that was why he wanted to give the route up, his mother took all the money he collected and he didn't have anything to show for his effort. Needless to say Paul didn't continue in this endeavor from then on.
Now to Seminary - when Paul was attending, every student had a choice. They could attend 3 years and get a certificate or attend 4 years and receive a diploma. Paul opted for the 4 year term. Not all the kids did in that area. When he graduated he received his diploma from the hand of LeGrande Richards, who was invited to speak at the Graduation Ceremony. That was a thrill for Paul.
Then to Scouting. Paul was one of those who took to the routine set out by the Scouts with relish. He advanced regularly and was busy with every effort the troup had for making money with was used to pay for their outstanding camping trips. He had some of the best Scout Masters and family support any Scout could wish for. One of the biggest money makers they had was with a farmer who offered to let them sell eggs for him. Paul developed a great route with canvasing the neighborhood and both work places of his Dad and myself. They made a lot of money that year and were able to outfit the trailer with all the things they needed for successful camp outings. Paul was quick to help the younger scouts with their Merit Badge challenges. In fact I believe he became one of the Senior Scouts that spent many hours teaching Morris Code to those who wanted to pass that Badge. He was known as the Chaplin of his Troup. When ever they went on trips, he was the one who was asked to listen to problems of his fellow Scouts. He would find a spot where they could set and talk things out quietly. Always willing to listen and ready to give support when and where ever it might be needed.
Pauls Eagle Award. The night Paul was to have his Board of Review, his Dad was working. He asked a family friend to go with him in his Dads place. The evening was special because the friend did not have a Son and was most anxious to have this experience with Paul. Things went well, and we assumed that everything would follow in neat order. We were sadly mistaken. The man who was in charge was in the process of moving. He had all Pauls papers in his briefcase. He never submitted them. After some months an inquiry was made and proof was required to see that the proper papers might be submitted. The family friend was contacted and made the necessary information available as to time place, who was there, etc. The only problem was the matter was settled some time later and all the things that would have been presented at a Court of Honor were unceremoniously sent to Paul in the Mail. Thats right, Paul never had a Court of Honor. He received his award IN THE MAIL!
By now wouldn't you think Paul would have thought he was being picked on? Well he may have felt that way, but even with the amount of set backs and unfortunate incidents he had to pass through, he seemed to keep a stiff upper lip and 'carried on'. Never the question: "why me"!?
I have often wondered why one soul had to pass through so much in his early life, but then I hadn't a clue as to what yet lay ahead of him. Possibly this was all the pre-conditioning needed for what was to follow?
Thus ends this portion of our narrative. More later -
Written this 5th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
First I believe I will start with Paul and Athletics.
Paul always wanted to play ball and be active, but he was the smallest one in his classes, and was never seriously concidered for the 'team'. He did however go out for baseball one year. It was when he was about 8 I believe. When he made the team he was excited. We had a long talk about the time and energy that would have to go into being a member of a team. The time to practice, the time to be at the games etc. It came up that a number of the games that season would be played on Sunday. Paul had just been baptised and wanted to fill all the requirements of his membership in the Church. We talked it over and it was left up to Paul which he would chose. Fulfilling his responsibility to the Team and play all the games, or for go being on the Team to fulfill his duty to be at Church every Sunday. Paul wanted to have 100% attendance. After some time deciding, he with drew from the Team and had 100% attendance from then through his Aaronic Priesthood years. Which netted him his
'Duty to God' award.
Speaking of his Priesthood beginnings I feel it might be of interest to note here that when Paul was 15 one of the Mothers in our Ward (name not remembered at this writting) came to me and asked when Paul would be ordained a Priest. I answered not until December when he turned 16. She said: "well than we will pospone my sons baptism until December, I want Paul to do it." Her husband was not a member and she had noticed Paul and had watched him as he progressed in the Church. He had impressed her as a good example for her own son. So Paul performed his first Baptism shortly after he turned 16 in December 1963.
Continuing on this line now, it should be explained that Paul was always exact in his performance in the Priesthood. He was 100% in his Home Teaching Assignment. As his Dad was not active at this time, he was the one to remind his Partner it was time to set the appointments to visit their families. He was usually at the Sacrament Table each Sunday and ready to accept any other assignment that was presented to him.
When we left Pico Rivera and moved to Taft, Paul did not find the same 'spirit' in the Taft Ward. The small town had formed a very small minded group. The Church being small, with some in it more concerned that a 'certain example' be set for the entire town by the members; I don't think their was a single member of our family that was not effected by this attitude. A trial that we all had to overcome. I am not saying all the Members were so narrow minded, but the Rosenbergs were city folk, and had to learn how to conduct themselves suitably. We did not however learn, but we did 'endure'. I only mention this because it had bearing on Paul putting in his papers for his Mission. I won't name names during this part of the history I am producing, only let you know that the Bishop at the time was a singularly minded fellow, who wanted his Priesthood boys to meet HIS idea of what they should be. Whether Paul was too 'free' of spirit or what I do not know, but the Bishop through a number of interviews made Paul understand he needed to 'shape up' before he would consent to submit his papers. To which Paul quickly stated: "well then I will just submit my papers through my former Ward, where they have no problem with my conduct, or attitude." Needless to say, the Bishop did not want that to happen so after some time did submit the papers. When it came time for Paul to be ordained an Elder, this same Bishop let us understand that it would be 'he' who chose who would ordained Paul and that it must of necessity be done in his office at the Church. By this time, my 'Irish' had been raised and I contacted the Stake President who was most clear on that subject. Paul could be ordained by any worthy member he chose and in what ever place he felt was fitting. Our final dealing with this Bishop was when we attended Sacrament meeting one Sunday and he announced what Mission Paul had been called to. We had not received Pauls letter at this time. Needless to say we were all upset over this. Pauls letter did not come for another week.
Speaking of Taft, I should mention that when we moved there during Oildorado, Paul was introduced to some young men who formed a band and asked Paul to be part of it. He played drums and was their lead singer. (One of the main objections I believe of the Bishop). I made vests for them, and they had a pretty successful run. Played for a number of things during Oildorado (which was in October after we had moved to Taft in June) and some dances through out that winter and spring.
As for Pauls Dress. He was rather a stylish kid. He wanted to dress with pants that had to be cleaned. I did not see the necessity of the expense, but if that was his choice, he could pay for the cleaning, I would purchase the pants. This ment Paul needed some money. He went to the Barber Shop that was on the Blvd. and got a job sweeping up and cleaning the shop. Wasn't a big paying job, but took care of cleaning two pair of pants each week with some left over, after paying his tithing of course.
Oh, I guess I should mention another job he had, for a short time. One of his friends, also a member of the Church offered to let Paul take over his Newspaper Route. It wasn't a big job, but he could make a few extra dollars every month so he accepted. He faithfully delivered the papers and then set about going to each person collecting for the service. He was well received, and collected successfull. After counting out his money and paying his tithing, he was shocked when the boys mother appeared at the front door demanding the money Paul had collected. Her son had delivered the papers and the funds were his. Paul explained that he had already paid tithing on the money and surrendered what was left. She in a huff left. The next day the boy came to Paul and was embarassed and sorry for the trouble. Confessing that was why he wanted to give the route up, his mother took all the money he collected and he didn't have anything to show for his effort. Needless to say Paul didn't continue in this endeavor from then on.
Now to Seminary - when Paul was attending, every student had a choice. They could attend 3 years and get a certificate or attend 4 years and receive a diploma. Paul opted for the 4 year term. Not all the kids did in that area. When he graduated he received his diploma from the hand of LeGrande Richards, who was invited to speak at the Graduation Ceremony. That was a thrill for Paul.
Then to Scouting. Paul was one of those who took to the routine set out by the Scouts with relish. He advanced regularly and was busy with every effort the troup had for making money with was used to pay for their outstanding camping trips. He had some of the best Scout Masters and family support any Scout could wish for. One of the biggest money makers they had was with a farmer who offered to let them sell eggs for him. Paul developed a great route with canvasing the neighborhood and both work places of his Dad and myself. They made a lot of money that year and were able to outfit the trailer with all the things they needed for successful camp outings. Paul was quick to help the younger scouts with their Merit Badge challenges. In fact I believe he became one of the Senior Scouts that spent many hours teaching Morris Code to those who wanted to pass that Badge. He was known as the Chaplin of his Troup. When ever they went on trips, he was the one who was asked to listen to problems of his fellow Scouts. He would find a spot where they could set and talk things out quietly. Always willing to listen and ready to give support when and where ever it might be needed.
Pauls Eagle Award. The night Paul was to have his Board of Review, his Dad was working. He asked a family friend to go with him in his Dads place. The evening was special because the friend did not have a Son and was most anxious to have this experience with Paul. Things went well, and we assumed that everything would follow in neat order. We were sadly mistaken. The man who was in charge was in the process of moving. He had all Pauls papers in his briefcase. He never submitted them. After some months an inquiry was made and proof was required to see that the proper papers might be submitted. The family friend was contacted and made the necessary information available as to time place, who was there, etc. The only problem was the matter was settled some time later and all the things that would have been presented at a Court of Honor were unceremoniously sent to Paul in the Mail. Thats right, Paul never had a Court of Honor. He received his award IN THE MAIL!
By now wouldn't you think Paul would have thought he was being picked on? Well he may have felt that way, but even with the amount of set backs and unfortunate incidents he had to pass through, he seemed to keep a stiff upper lip and 'carried on'. Never the question: "why me"!?
I have often wondered why one soul had to pass through so much in his early life, but then I hadn't a clue as to what yet lay ahead of him. Possibly this was all the pre-conditioning needed for what was to follow?
Thus ends this portion of our narrative. More later -
Written this 5th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Uncle Paul Part Two
As I left our narrative, Paul was around 3 years of age. I believe that is a good place to start. As I had told you, we were living in Huntington Park, CA with my parents: John and Edith Smith and my older brother Ralph. This ment that Paul was in the company of mostly grown ups. I believe this helped to create the sharp intellect he developed. Right or wrong on that score, he was very bright!
Mom had her hands full trying to keep up with her things, and looking after Paul so as soon as he qualified, we found a 'pre-school' for him and he took to it like a duck takes to water. Being with other kids and being exposed to so many new things he just blossomed. As a result, he was ready for school long before his age qualified him for entrance into kintergarden. I believe this was a draw back for Paul. He was sharp and when in classes where he could do things faster than his other classmates, he sort of sat back and waited for everyone else to catch up with him. That worked fairly well until he was in about the 3rd grade. It was then he found he was lagging behind. Either you are paying attention and 'getting it' or you find yourself wondering what just happened! It was in the fourth grad that the teacher asked me why Paul was such a 'day dreamer'. When I asked her what she ment she explained that while the other kids were soaking up things, Paul was looking out the window in such deep thought that she asked him what he was thinking about and his reply - are you ready for this one? Are their lights on Niagra Falls?
Had nothing to do with the lesson, and to my knowledge we had never talked about Niagra Falls. Go figure?
Well it only goes to follow that from here on, Paul struggled with his school work. Oh, I don't mean he failed, it was just that he either liked it, or he just didn't care to put in the effort. His mind was quick and active, but it seemed to drift into the avenues that best interested him. He could have mastered anything he set his mind to, as we know from his later years, but for this time, he just didn't seem to care.
Elementary school he managed fine, even Junior High. He wasn't an 'A' student, but he got good grades in the subjects that he liked. I believe we hit a snag when he started High School. This I will admit was through no fault of his. We were on the border line of two towns. One being Santa Fe Springs the other Pico River. Santa Fe Springs had just built a new High School, and it was decided that some of the new Freshman would be sent to Santa Fe Springs High School. Now under normal circumstances this would not seem to be such a big thing, only kids who Paul went to Church with and many he had gone through school with up through the 8th grade were going to attend El Rancho High School that was just a couple of blocks from our Church building and Paul would of course be starting Seminary (before school Religous Class - for our non-member readers).
Santa Fe Springs High School was in another part of the community which ment getting up earlier to make Seminary and a longer drive to get to school afterward. So, Paul had his Freshman year at Santa Fe Springs. Not a happy time either. When, at the end of the Freshman year, it was decided those students living on the other side of the River would be going to El Rancho High School. Which ment Paul was shifted to another High School for his Sophomore year. He was happy, but of course he was the 'new kid on the block' so it was like starting all over again. His Junior year was better, he was settled, ready to make a place for himself in school, and earned his place in the Honor Choir for his Senior year. The Choir had received an invitation to travel to Europe for a Concert Series. He was thrilled to have such an opportunity.
Well - as great as this all sounds, fate had other plans and Paul was not able to be part of this great adventure. Why, you ask? Jay had been in business for himself for some time by then, work had dropped off and he had to strike out with a number of other Owner-Opporators. They drove the length of the State of California looking for work for their trucks. Jay and another driver were able to find a short term job in Taft, CA. It was not the most glamourous place to find work, but it was promising and they were willing to accept the offer on a handshake deal that lasted for 8 years. This of course ment that a change in residence would be necessary. Paul was, to say the least, upset over this. We didn't blame him, but when you have to make a living, and it can't be done where you are, these things must be handled.
We heard all the grumbling with very sympathetic ears, but could only promise it would all work out. (Easy for us to say!) Little did any of us know that was really the case! The year was 1965 Oildorado was the big thing in Taft that year. Paul was able to grow a beard, a nice one too, so he could participate in the 'whiskorino contest'. He could possibly have won it, but the rule at Taft High School was that no Student could have a beard. So it had to come off. Well, another set back.
Now for a little information here - we came from the 'city' and Taft was a 'country' town. The boys wore blue jeans and white T-shirts and tennis shoes. Where Paul had been going to school, the boys wore dress pants,
dress shirts and dress shoes. What a striking difference he presented that first day at Taft High. You couldn't miss him, that is for sure. Every girl on the campus was turning her head to witness such a 'good looking' new comer. (I believe I will have to take another part to explain something about Paul and his dress - look for that coming up!)
Not only did he look different, but he WAS different. Something that amazed Paul in his later years, was how everyone in his class believed he had attended all 4 years with them, when in reality he had only been in their Senior Class. Why, well he was voted into the Student Council, he was active in just about everything that didn't deal with sports. Being small in stature, he wasn't athletic. (I believe I will deal with that subject under another part!) He made a multitude of friends, both male and female. When he graduated, he quickly enrolled in Taft Community College and again fit in with ease. Upon learning they didn't have male cheer leaders he inquired about this and was told if he wanted to be on the squad, they would accept him, only he would have to supply his own outfit. We bought him a pair of black slacks and found a white sweater that had black and gold striping similar to the ones the girls on the squad wore. He became part of the Squad and enjoyed his part, who wouldn't being the only guy with all those girls? This was a great year. Taft had an exceptional Football team and after winning their division, received an invitation to participate in the Potato Bowl. I believe it was in Oklahoma, but don't hold me to that, it has been so many years, I am not absolute on the location. Of course Paul had to pay his own way. It wasn't a cheap trip. A family council was held and it was decided that his finances would be his Christmas Gift for that year. (I do believe he found a little something else under the tree that year too.) I don't remember if the team won or lost, but I do remember that Paul came home thrilled and happy.
Just one final note. One of Pauls Professors at College talked to me about him and said he found Paul to have an outstanding mind, able to do great things with his education, but he just lacked the ability to stick to it. I
explained it was something we had struggled with all through Pauls school years. Bright enough, but just not able to buckle down and put the time into study. Just too personable. Fun to be around, etc. If Paul lacked for the scholarly talents he was capable of, he made up for that lack in his ability to attract friends and develope a close tie with those he attracted. Loyal, friendly and fun. Those were the school years of Uncle Paul. (I hastily add, he never stopped reading, and learning. I believe he had about one of the sharpest minds that was full of so much Trivia, he could charm any conversation on just about any subject that might come up, or he might start.)
Until our next session - keep tuned in!
Written this 5th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Mom had her hands full trying to keep up with her things, and looking after Paul so as soon as he qualified, we found a 'pre-school' for him and he took to it like a duck takes to water. Being with other kids and being exposed to so many new things he just blossomed. As a result, he was ready for school long before his age qualified him for entrance into kintergarden. I believe this was a draw back for Paul. He was sharp and when in classes where he could do things faster than his other classmates, he sort of sat back and waited for everyone else to catch up with him. That worked fairly well until he was in about the 3rd grade. It was then he found he was lagging behind. Either you are paying attention and 'getting it' or you find yourself wondering what just happened! It was in the fourth grad that the teacher asked me why Paul was such a 'day dreamer'. When I asked her what she ment she explained that while the other kids were soaking up things, Paul was looking out the window in such deep thought that she asked him what he was thinking about and his reply - are you ready for this one? Are their lights on Niagra Falls?
Had nothing to do with the lesson, and to my knowledge we had never talked about Niagra Falls. Go figure?
Well it only goes to follow that from here on, Paul struggled with his school work. Oh, I don't mean he failed, it was just that he either liked it, or he just didn't care to put in the effort. His mind was quick and active, but it seemed to drift into the avenues that best interested him. He could have mastered anything he set his mind to, as we know from his later years, but for this time, he just didn't seem to care.
Elementary school he managed fine, even Junior High. He wasn't an 'A' student, but he got good grades in the subjects that he liked. I believe we hit a snag when he started High School. This I will admit was through no fault of his. We were on the border line of two towns. One being Santa Fe Springs the other Pico River. Santa Fe Springs had just built a new High School, and it was decided that some of the new Freshman would be sent to Santa Fe Springs High School. Now under normal circumstances this would not seem to be such a big thing, only kids who Paul went to Church with and many he had gone through school with up through the 8th grade were going to attend El Rancho High School that was just a couple of blocks from our Church building and Paul would of course be starting Seminary (before school Religous Class - for our non-member readers).
Santa Fe Springs High School was in another part of the community which ment getting up earlier to make Seminary and a longer drive to get to school afterward. So, Paul had his Freshman year at Santa Fe Springs. Not a happy time either. When, at the end of the Freshman year, it was decided those students living on the other side of the River would be going to El Rancho High School. Which ment Paul was shifted to another High School for his Sophomore year. He was happy, but of course he was the 'new kid on the block' so it was like starting all over again. His Junior year was better, he was settled, ready to make a place for himself in school, and earned his place in the Honor Choir for his Senior year. The Choir had received an invitation to travel to Europe for a Concert Series. He was thrilled to have such an opportunity.
Well - as great as this all sounds, fate had other plans and Paul was not able to be part of this great adventure. Why, you ask? Jay had been in business for himself for some time by then, work had dropped off and he had to strike out with a number of other Owner-Opporators. They drove the length of the State of California looking for work for their trucks. Jay and another driver were able to find a short term job in Taft, CA. It was not the most glamourous place to find work, but it was promising and they were willing to accept the offer on a handshake deal that lasted for 8 years. This of course ment that a change in residence would be necessary. Paul was, to say the least, upset over this. We didn't blame him, but when you have to make a living, and it can't be done where you are, these things must be handled.
We heard all the grumbling with very sympathetic ears, but could only promise it would all work out. (Easy for us to say!) Little did any of us know that was really the case! The year was 1965 Oildorado was the big thing in Taft that year. Paul was able to grow a beard, a nice one too, so he could participate in the 'whiskorino contest'. He could possibly have won it, but the rule at Taft High School was that no Student could have a beard. So it had to come off. Well, another set back.
Now for a little information here - we came from the 'city' and Taft was a 'country' town. The boys wore blue jeans and white T-shirts and tennis shoes. Where Paul had been going to school, the boys wore dress pants,
dress shirts and dress shoes. What a striking difference he presented that first day at Taft High. You couldn't miss him, that is for sure. Every girl on the campus was turning her head to witness such a 'good looking' new comer. (I believe I will have to take another part to explain something about Paul and his dress - look for that coming up!)
Not only did he look different, but he WAS different. Something that amazed Paul in his later years, was how everyone in his class believed he had attended all 4 years with them, when in reality he had only been in their Senior Class. Why, well he was voted into the Student Council, he was active in just about everything that didn't deal with sports. Being small in stature, he wasn't athletic. (I believe I will deal with that subject under another part!) He made a multitude of friends, both male and female. When he graduated, he quickly enrolled in Taft Community College and again fit in with ease. Upon learning they didn't have male cheer leaders he inquired about this and was told if he wanted to be on the squad, they would accept him, only he would have to supply his own outfit. We bought him a pair of black slacks and found a white sweater that had black and gold striping similar to the ones the girls on the squad wore. He became part of the Squad and enjoyed his part, who wouldn't being the only guy with all those girls? This was a great year. Taft had an exceptional Football team and after winning their division, received an invitation to participate in the Potato Bowl. I believe it was in Oklahoma, but don't hold me to that, it has been so many years, I am not absolute on the location. Of course Paul had to pay his own way. It wasn't a cheap trip. A family council was held and it was decided that his finances would be his Christmas Gift for that year. (I do believe he found a little something else under the tree that year too.) I don't remember if the team won or lost, but I do remember that Paul came home thrilled and happy.
Just one final note. One of Pauls Professors at College talked to me about him and said he found Paul to have an outstanding mind, able to do great things with his education, but he just lacked the ability to stick to it. I
explained it was something we had struggled with all through Pauls school years. Bright enough, but just not able to buckle down and put the time into study. Just too personable. Fun to be around, etc. If Paul lacked for the scholarly talents he was capable of, he made up for that lack in his ability to attract friends and develope a close tie with those he attracted. Loyal, friendly and fun. Those were the school years of Uncle Paul. (I hastily add, he never stopped reading, and learning. I believe he had about one of the sharpest minds that was full of so much Trivia, he could charm any conversation on just about any subject that might come up, or he might start.)
Until our next session - keep tuned in!
Written this 5th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Friday, March 4, 2011
Uncle Paul Part One
As I have thought about this subject, it has become apparent that pictures would be nice as well as the things I have to share. Therefore, I have asked Keara Damery to add pictures as this epistle progresses. At this point, I have no idea just how many 'parts' there may be, but we will move forward with this project in the knowledge it will take some space to tell and document with pictures. Bear with me!
Paul LaMar Rosenberg (Uncle Paul) was born on the 20th day of December in 1947. I doubt many babies arrive into this world with so much trauma. I don't mean just the act of being issued from their mothers body, but the treatment that quickly follows that experience. For Paul he was nearly drowned by the nurse who was cleaning him. As it was explained to me she had him by the feet with one hand and holding his neck in the other was passing him under a flowing faucet. He
jurked, either because the water was too cold or hot, who knows. The nurse lost control of him for a second and he got a face full of flowing water. Nearly drowning him. When they first brought him to me he had to be kept with his head lower than his feet to help relieve his lungs.
Thus began life in mortality for Paul.
He was not the prettiest baby. His head was large, he was cross eyed and his feet and hands were huge for so small a body. Hands very square with stout finders that displayed fingernails that were completely encircled with some kind of infection. We never did know why or what caused it. It was over a week before the material surrounding his fingernails hardened and dropped off. He never had any problems after that but is was strange!
He always had a prounounce 'widows peak' hairline, and when he grew older, his beard had the same outline. Very striking.
Paul quickly grew into his hands, feet and head. In fact his whole appearance changed in a short time, and he began to have blonde hair. At first it appeared his hair would be dark. Of course his eyes were dark so we had no idea that he would turn out to have such beautiful blue eyes. Not the color of his paternal Grand Fathers, but still blue. His hair turned out to be 'curly' and after a very short time everyone took him to be a girl; that really upset me. Oh, Pauls hair. You need to know that it took two of us holding him to wash his hair. His after birth experience instilled in him a dreadful fear of water that we never were able to totally overcome. Of this we will speak of later.
Paul had a cousin Connie Renee Smith who was born in October before he arrived. As it turned out they were to have a very close relationship when Paul was about 19 months old. Grandma Smith had to take care of Connies' mother, Aunt Willetta, because she had developed a serious infection in her ring finger from changing dirty diapers. At the same time, Paul took pneumonia and was very serious ill for a couple of weeks.
Jay would bring us into Grandma Smiths when he went to work so I could get some rest - being up a good portion of every night caring for Paul in our own home. Those were scarey days - again lung problems. Something that seemed to haunt Paul all of his life. He ever after was suseptable to Broncitis, which he had throughout his life.
When Paul was around three years old, Jay was recalled to the Navy to serve during the Korean War. Paul and I lived with my parents in Huntington Park. I had to go to work, so Grandma Smith again became the primary care giver. During this time, not around any kids you mind,
he had Measles and Chicken Pox in a 30 span of time. Really a sick little boy, but he managed to overcome it all and continue in his great happy spirit.
We had a rare experience when Jay returned from Korea in time for Chirstmas. He came into San Francisco and decided to 'thumb' his way home. By mistake thinking that things were as they had been when he served during the Second World War. Not so, those who took the bus gave him a raze ma taz when they rolled by him as he stood in the cold waiting for someone to pick him up. That Christmas Eve was undoubtedly the worst he or his family ever spent! As we waiting to decorate the Christmas Tree and Paul dogging us every little bit about: "when will daddy be here", we waited growing first exasperated and then down right mad. Ralph, my older brother decided to go ahead and put the tree up, Paul had fallen asleep. Much, much later the phone rang and Jay asked me to come pick him up in town. What a sight! As I drove up, I see Jay hanging on at lamp post drunk as a skunk. It appears that he finally got a ride home in a car with no heater. As they drove further south along the beach areas, the driver insisted they stop and get a drink to get warmed up. Jay, more anxious to get home, as you can imagine, was willing to oblige just for the sake of continuing quickly. Jay did not however 'drink'.
The driver insisted they have a shot of wiskey to warm them up. Of course such a drink caused Jay to make a 'face'. Well, that was not 'how you do it'! So another round was ordered, and this was repeated until the driver was satisfied that Jay could down the liquid without making a face. Result, he was soused! After 18 months you can imagine my feelings, and of course feel for the young boy who had so patiently waited to see his 'daddy' after so long an absence. Jay fell on the bed as soon as I got him in the house. Being drunk and cold, the heat just hit him and out he went. The result, his Navy Uniform in the morning was covered with lint from the bedspread and he was furious. Soooooo!?
Jay was soon discharged and returned home and normal life. We moved back into our home and Paul rejoined his friends and things, as it would appear, would return to normal. However, as we shall see, things are not always able to continue in such great expectations.
Thus on to Part Two
Written this 4th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
Paul LaMar Rosenberg (Uncle Paul) was born on the 20th day of December in 1947. I doubt many babies arrive into this world with so much trauma. I don't mean just the act of being issued from their mothers body, but the treatment that quickly follows that experience. For Paul he was nearly drowned by the nurse who was cleaning him. As it was explained to me she had him by the feet with one hand and holding his neck in the other was passing him under a flowing faucet. He
jurked, either because the water was too cold or hot, who knows. The nurse lost control of him for a second and he got a face full of flowing water. Nearly drowning him. When they first brought him to me he had to be kept with his head lower than his feet to help relieve his lungs.
Thus began life in mortality for Paul.
He was not the prettiest baby. His head was large, he was cross eyed and his feet and hands were huge for so small a body. Hands very square with stout finders that displayed fingernails that were completely encircled with some kind of infection. We never did know why or what caused it. It was over a week before the material surrounding his fingernails hardened and dropped off. He never had any problems after that but is was strange!
He always had a prounounce 'widows peak' hairline, and when he grew older, his beard had the same outline. Very striking.
Paul quickly grew into his hands, feet and head. In fact his whole appearance changed in a short time, and he began to have blonde hair. At first it appeared his hair would be dark. Of course his eyes were dark so we had no idea that he would turn out to have such beautiful blue eyes. Not the color of his paternal Grand Fathers, but still blue. His hair turned out to be 'curly' and after a very short time everyone took him to be a girl; that really upset me. Oh, Pauls hair. You need to know that it took two of us holding him to wash his hair. His after birth experience instilled in him a dreadful fear of water that we never were able to totally overcome. Of this we will speak of later.
Paul had a cousin Connie Renee Smith who was born in October before he arrived. As it turned out they were to have a very close relationship when Paul was about 19 months old. Grandma Smith had to take care of Connies' mother, Aunt Willetta, because she had developed a serious infection in her ring finger from changing dirty diapers. At the same time, Paul took pneumonia and was very serious ill for a couple of weeks.
Jay would bring us into Grandma Smiths when he went to work so I could get some rest - being up a good portion of every night caring for Paul in our own home. Those were scarey days - again lung problems. Something that seemed to haunt Paul all of his life. He ever after was suseptable to Broncitis, which he had throughout his life.
When Paul was around three years old, Jay was recalled to the Navy to serve during the Korean War. Paul and I lived with my parents in Huntington Park. I had to go to work, so Grandma Smith again became the primary care giver. During this time, not around any kids you mind,
he had Measles and Chicken Pox in a 30 span of time. Really a sick little boy, but he managed to overcome it all and continue in his great happy spirit.
We had a rare experience when Jay returned from Korea in time for Chirstmas. He came into San Francisco and decided to 'thumb' his way home. By mistake thinking that things were as they had been when he served during the Second World War. Not so, those who took the bus gave him a raze ma taz when they rolled by him as he stood in the cold waiting for someone to pick him up. That Christmas Eve was undoubtedly the worst he or his family ever spent! As we waiting to decorate the Christmas Tree and Paul dogging us every little bit about: "when will daddy be here", we waited growing first exasperated and then down right mad. Ralph, my older brother decided to go ahead and put the tree up, Paul had fallen asleep. Much, much later the phone rang and Jay asked me to come pick him up in town. What a sight! As I drove up, I see Jay hanging on at lamp post drunk as a skunk. It appears that he finally got a ride home in a car with no heater. As they drove further south along the beach areas, the driver insisted they stop and get a drink to get warmed up. Jay, more anxious to get home, as you can imagine, was willing to oblige just for the sake of continuing quickly. Jay did not however 'drink'.
The driver insisted they have a shot of wiskey to warm them up. Of course such a drink caused Jay to make a 'face'. Well, that was not 'how you do it'! So another round was ordered, and this was repeated until the driver was satisfied that Jay could down the liquid without making a face. Result, he was soused! After 18 months you can imagine my feelings, and of course feel for the young boy who had so patiently waited to see his 'daddy' after so long an absence. Jay fell on the bed as soon as I got him in the house. Being drunk and cold, the heat just hit him and out he went. The result, his Navy Uniform in the morning was covered with lint from the bedspread and he was furious. Soooooo!?
Jay was soon discharged and returned home and normal life. We moved back into our home and Paul rejoined his friends and things, as it would appear, would return to normal. However, as we shall see, things are not always able to continue in such great expectations.
Thus on to Part Two
Written this 4th day of March 2011
by: Eileen Rosenberg
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