Hello Harold,for that is the affectionate name I gave Roo when I first met him in 1972.Why Harold?I had never met anyone named Reuven and the sound of his name reminded me of Harry Rabinowitz,the well known bandleader from the 50’s.We connected immediately,our differences reinforced our shared love of laughing and the sounds of words.Roo almost had his own language in addition to of course Ivrit.
He put me to work right away asking me to assess business opportunities for his investment.Oy did we see some duds.I suddenly thought that he could enjoy and flourish in a profession like valuing and auctioning so introduced him to Henry `Lewis and co.The rest as they say is ......(Henry is now 101).
Harold was so effective and successful and imaginative that having been regaled by me for years about how proud I was of the Insolvency Practitioners Association,he decided to invent and establish NAVA and appointed himself its first President.Thats what you call a self a starter.
He never let me take myself too seriously but invited me to be his best man when he married Loretta.We have some grainy cine films of that big wild day.
Wendy and I holidayed in Dorset,Switzerland and Israel with R and L.He loved the very different vibes of Dorset and particularly the home made ham at the Knoll House Hotel.On our first trip to Israel he drove our families around in a windowless off white van in the heat of the day.I wont repeat the nickname I bestowed on the van.
He was a linchpin in the poke game we ran for over 40 years and a little while ago the poker group came over and we sat in the usual formation but with a little pot of white roses where he should have been .When, just occasionally , he was getting bored he would say”I haven’t had so much fun since the six day war”.
At the funeral I felt a tap on my shoulder,turned round and no one was there.It was Brian tapping me on the other shoulder,a trick Harold regularly used to pull.Brian gave me an old fashioned look and it was a very powerful reminder of a very powerful and extraordinary man whom I miss dreadfully.
No tribute by me would be completely without an acknowledgement of the broiguses that contributed and fortified our relationship.They would appear from nowhere and always seem to disperse around Yom Kippur!
Harold was very much a brother over most of my life and his perspectives will continue to enhance my views on the world.
“II never saw anything like it in my life”
Hello Harold,for that is the affectionate name I gave Roo when I first met him in 1972.Why Harold?I had never met anyone named Reuven and the sound of his name reminded me of Harry Rabinowitz,the well known bandleader from the 50’s.We connected immediately,our differences reinforced our shared love of laughing and the sounds of words.Roo almost had his own language in addition to of course Ivrit.
He put me to work right away asking me to assess business opportunities for his investment.Oy did we see some duds.I suddenly thought that he could enjoy and flourish in a profession like valuing and auctioning so introduced him to Henry `Lewis and co.The rest as they say is ......(Henry is now 101).
Harold was so effective and successful and imaginative that having been regaled by me for years about how proud I was of the Insolvency Practitioners Association,he decided to invent and establish NAVA and appointed himself its first President.Thats what you call a self a starter.
He never let me take myself too seriously but invited me to be his best man when he married Loretta.We have some grainy cine films of that big wild day.
Wendy and I holidayed in Dorset,Switzerland and Israel with R and L.He loved the very different vibes of Dorset and particularly the home made ham at the Knoll House Hotel.On our first trip to Israel he drove our families around in a windowless off white van in the heat of the day.I wont repeat the nickname I bestowed on the van.
He was a linchpin in the poke game we ran for over 40 years and a little while ago the poker group came over and we sat in the usual formation but with a little pot of white roses where he should have been .When, just occasionally , he was getting bored he would say”I haven’t had so much fun since the six day war”.
At the funeral I felt a tap on my shoulder,turned round and no one was there.It was Brian tapping me on the other shoulder,a trick Harold regularly used to pull.Brian gave me an old fashioned look and it was a very powerful reminder of a very powerful and extraordinary man whom I miss dreadfully.
No tribute by me would be completely without an acknowledgement of the broiguses that contributed and fortified our relationship.They would appear from nowhere and always seem to disperse around Yom Kippur!
Harold was very much a brother over most of my life and his perspectives will continue to enhance my views on the world.
“II never saw anything like it in my life”
