|my father, a thoughtful pose, but a sunny disposition|
|in the army and presenting to the forces|
|my mother Beate Caspari-Rosen, in the Bronx|
|my father's water color painted close to the US headquarters in London at St James' Palace|
|my father attends a meeting of the American Association for the History of Public Health|
The gifts bestowed on us are legion and have shaped my life for the good. To both of my parents I am especially grateful; without their presence, my life assuredly would have been infinitely poorer. Thanks to my father I was given serious art instruction and my brother as well was regarded with as possessing unique skills.
So I lift my glass to Joseph/George Rosen whose ability to stay the course, his perservance in the face of adversity, whose kindness and sharpness were critical for each child. Nor should I omit our dachshund ''schatzi" , our levely dacchshund who feel in love with my father and was most attached to him. Too brief was his life, but within it he accomplished so much and helped guided others too find their way too.