My earliest memories of Russell date back to November 1965, when Phyllis, his sister-in-law, invited me to have Thanksgiving dinner at her parents’ home in Roselle. I don’t recall if Margie and Russ were present at the dinner, but I’m pretty sure that I met both of them that weekend (my first in N.J.). Russ impressed me as an “earthy” and very friendly person, who had a great affinity for beer. Over the years my impression of him changed greatly, as he sought to reach out for learning, loving his family, enjoying life.
Russ and I shared a mother-in-law, Sylvia, who usually gave the two of us the same birthday present since our birthdays are only apart by 34 days. I would call Russ shortly after Jan. 28 and ask, “Well, what didwe get for our birthdays this year?!”
Of course we shared a great deal more. For starters, we loved each others children. How can I begin to express my appreciation to Russ for all he did for my son Robert and daughter Lisa. He was more than an uncle; he was a friend and mentor. I can never repay the debt I owe him for being a second father to Rob.
Over the years we shared interests in wine and good music, in traveling and in religion. I was amazed at his willingness to pick himself up and travel to Israel (which he called “The Holy Land”). He proved that you don’t have to be Jewish to love Israel! And he confirmed the belief of Pope John XXlll that in order to be a good Catholic, you first must become immersed in the Jewish Bible. For Russ was a good Catholic, full of faith and optimism.
I miss Russ. I often think about him, especially at this time of year. We always wished each other “Happy Birthday.” On this, his 70th birthday, I will say a prayer for him. And I’m betting he will remember my 70th on March 3. God bless you, Russell Francisco.
/from Ira
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