Holiday 1999

The accolades following the distribution of the collection of trivia, bad jokes, and useless information that we call our annual letter have been nothing short of missing entirely. To better serve you, the directors of Rosen, Inc. have hit upon the perfect solution: At the end of millennium, we are boldly entering the mid-90’s and putting up our own website. As those of you brave enough to venture a visit will undoubtedly notice, no one in our family will be winning any prizes for site design. We hope, however, that the added text and pictures on the internet will (1) make reading this letter waste less of your time (2) provide minutes of enjoyable browsing for those of you with little or no life. Meanwhile, for those of you still clinging hopefully to the vestiges of 15th century technology, here’s the capsule summary in print.


Despite the barriers set in front of them by both nature and nurture, our children remain wonderful and a joy to behold…unless they are in the same hemisphere in the hour before dinner. Danny (at left with his dad in London), now a junior in high school, continues to immerse himself in activities that divert him from the temptation of spending all of his time on homework. He’s been in two plays thus far this year, cross-dressing with aplomb in The Mystery of Irma Vep, and having the courtesy to be murdered offstage in Wait Until Dark. His debut as the bass player in the school jazz ensemble was successful in spite of the cast on his hand, required to immobilize a fracture of his middle (and favorite) finger while making a Hasek-like save in floor hockey. Always a master at using humor to weasel out of sticky situations at home, Danny has perfected a variety of weird accents that often leave his mother helpless with laughter. It’s not a fair fight, but then, his father uses the same tactics!


Summer found Alena (12.5) at Tanager Lodge for her third year. Although Glenn can’t quite understand how no plumbing, electricity, or basketball courts can be fun, the swimming, hiking, boating, and camaraderie are apparently more than enough for Alena. (There she is on the right with her cousin Nathan in the background). In 7th grade this year, when a girl’s social life and wardrobe assume their rightful place at the tip top of the priority list, Alena is doing fabulously well academically, and especially enjoys science and English. We hope we can convince her to put a few of her excellent poems on the web site, but if not, please email her your request. During the spring and fall, Alena deposits soccer cleat mud waffles throughout the house, which are replaced by bathing suits, towels and swim goggles in the winter. Glenn still coaches Alena’s softball team, and finally understands that bench chat and snacks are by far the largest attractions of the game. Nevertheless, Alena has a wicked good throwing arm, and is formidable at the plate! In between rereadings of all the Harry Potter books (total run-throughs now approaching 20 – she daily checks the mail for her Hogwarts acceptance letter) she practices drums, and is now playing some technically difficult pieces on the piano.


Ann(dy), Danny, and Glenn made it to Scotland and London for a memorable 12 days this summer (see Glenn and Anndy relaxing in Hyde Park at left). Details can be found in a blog post below, but they include tours of 6 distilleries in 2 days (see another blog below), hikes in the highlands, and visiting long suffering and generous relatives in London. Danny added a practice bagpipe chanter to his arsenal of instruments, but has been advised that should he desire a full set of pipes, he needs first to find his own apartment.


Glenn had a wonderful year of sporting fun, without actually working up a sweat. This year, the baseball All-Star game came to Boston, and Glenn and Danny attended the home run hitting contest. In addition, the Ryder Cup was at The Country Club in Brookline, and Glenn was fortunate enough to get tickets to see Friday’s matches. The first round of the NCAA basketball playoffs was in Boston as well, and Glenn’s brother Stuart got Glenn into the Fleet Center to see two games. Finally, the Red Sox made it into the playoffs, and everyone but Anndy was able to make it to at least one playoff game. On a non-sporting note, Glenn bought a Martin D-1 guitar in September and has been practicing daily since (a somewhat “glaring” example of this is shown at right as Glenn plays a duet with Stuart). While he has very little skill, he certainly can play loudly.

Anndy is still the science specialist at the local Solomon Schechter school, where she has continued her quest to convince her students (an easy job) and their parents (a bit harder) that the slimy things that creep and crawl in the woods surrounding the school are their friends. She has also maintained her connections as volunteer par excellence at the Arnold Arboretum and the New England Aquarium. For fun, she apparently enjoys cooking dinners, straightening the house, and riding herd on the children—at least that’s what Glenn likes to believe.


There is also, unfortunately, some sad news to share. Glenn’s father, Abe, died unexpectedly on October 8 of this year, and his maternal grandmother, Irene Sher, passed away on December 14 following a long illness. It has been, as expected, a difficult couple of months for the family, especially Glenn’s mom, June. As time moves along, the sadness gets farther from the surface, and the fond memories become more frequent. Glenn’s musical buddy from college, Robby George, shared this story about Abe:

“You know, I have preserved in my banjo case the quarter he flipped into it the first time he heard me play at Swarthmore. You may recall my response: ‘Glad you liked it.’ To which Abe replied (not missing a beat): ‘It’s for lessons.’”

You can find a copy of their eulogies in earlier posts.

We wish you all a healthy and happy year and a peaceful beginning to Y2K.