This is the life story, through 2011, of a depression-era country girl who was the child of Russian-Jewish immigrants, orphaned while young, became a city girl in The Bronx, a suburban housewife and mother in New Jersey and, later, amateur golfer in Florida. She married three times, and raised three fine sons, who gave her three wonderful grandchildren. I jokingly call her Charlotte Jolkover-Kass-Brooks-Hyman. Or, for short; My Mother. This book is as much a tribute to her and her life as it is a gift from me and my brothers. Such a wonderful person and story must be told for all to admire and appreciate. She gave each of us boys so much more than she is aware or will admit to. She has earned and deserves this tribute. She started her wonderful life on March 3, 1927 with humble beginnings and continually rose above it through her entire life. It is a story which started in Phillipsport, NY, and is still thriving in Boca Raton, FL. She is loved by everyone who meets her and cherished by all those lucky enough to know her well. She is my mother and prouder I could not be. My only disappointment is how my best of friends, colleagues, and acquaintances are so unaware of how jealous they should be of me to have such a wonderful mother. She often apologizes to me for her not being capable of giving me and my brothers as much as she would have preferred while raising us. She explains how she lacked strength and confidence in our formative years and could not pass on great qualities to us. She explains, like so many of us, “if only I knew then while I was raising you boys what I know now. I could have given you so much more.” Mother, you could not be more wrong. You gave each of us such wonderful gifts which we carried through our lives. These are gifts which very few parents pass on to their children. All you need to do is learn from your own words in this book. You rose above your troubled childhood and raised three amazing young men who have enjoyed great success and happiness through all of your teachings. All three of us know the difference between right and wrong. We all have such strength, character, various levels of charm, grace, and moral beliefs. We each have wonderful families and lifestyles. We each have immeasurable substance, independence, free and independent thinking, and good contributing members of our communities. In other words; Democrats! This did not come to us by accident. It has been said, “The end depends on the beginning.” Each of us enjoyed the best possible beginning and you get the credit. There are few things in life more fun than playing golf with my mother. I try to visit Boca Raton at least once per year before the summer heat forbids such activity. Having golf in common has brought us so much closer in so many ways. I love competitive sports and it can dominate my life. Mom, always the good listener, appreciates my sharing my passion with her but does not understand much about football, basketball and baseball despite my father’s efforts. Golf has become the common thread for us. We can talk about our individual games and situations as well as the pro tour. At first it was a bit strange to be talking about a sport with Mom, but I got use to and now love it. Many times, our telephone (she does not have email) conversations will be about nothing more than golf. Playing 18 holes with my mother is such a kick (no pun intended). She helps me to relax and enjoy the game at her home course at Broken Sound. It is a magnificent and professional caliber course which just adds to the excitement. I typically play much better with her because I am so happy and relaxed. She has a way of making me feel so good about myself. She also cheats with my score which I really don’t like but never fuss about it much. If I were to miss a put and take a six on a given hole, she will enter a five stating, “You usually make that put so I will give you a five.” “But Mom, I would mildly argue. I missed the putt. It was a six.” “Let’s call it a gimmie,” she would justify. How can I argue? Mother is always right. My mother has spent her entire life improving on near perfection. She gets closer every year. She is 83 years old and could pass as my older sister. She is the most optimistic person I know and is a shinning example to all. She spends a great deal of her time focused on her health and well being and it shows. As far as I know, she has only worked a collective four years since Richard was born 61 years ago. Her outlook on life is so upbeat and innocent (not to mention naïve) which anyone must enjoy and admire. Talking to her once is more valuable than a year in analysis. She has that effect on me and apparently, most people. It would be hard to find someone more loved and respected. Her friends speak so highly of her. Her life at Broken Sound in Boca Raton is to be envied. The grounds of the community are some of the most beautiful I have ever seen. The Broken Sound Club is as advertised, “Timeless, genuine, classic, and unique.” Her friends, most of which live in the community, are almost as genuine. Never in my life have I witnessed a group of people so happy, content, appreciative, and so dedicated to each other. It is a wonderful and uplifting community. Were it not for such horribly torturous heat in the summer months, I would consider living there. We are talking “Professional Heat!” Not to mention humidity beyond your imagination. I will never understand how they all walk around in that repressive weather and honestly say, “We’re not hot!” A visit to Broken Sound is like a script from Seinfeld. Anyone with parents living there can identify with those episodes taken from visits to Phase III of Del Boca Vista. It may have been the best sitcom in the history of television but those scenes from the parent’s home in Florida were real. You can hear me begging Sid to turn up the air conditioner. I cannot imagine a world without my mother and hope that day never comes. She has been the rock of stability and sanity in my life and for that I am blessed. If she is part of your life, you are blessed as well. Love, Bennett
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This is the life story, through 2011, of a depression-era country girl who was the child of Russian-Jewish immigrants, orphaned while young, became a city girl in The Bronx, a suburban housewife and mother in New Jersey and amateur golfer in Florida. She married three times, and raised three fine sons, who gave her three wonderful grandchildren. I jokingly call her Charlotte Jolkover-Kass- Brooks-Hyman. Or, for short; My Mother. This book is as much a tribute to her and her life as it is a gift from me and my brothers. Such a wonderful person and story must be told for all to admire and appreciate. She gave each of us boys so much more than she is aware and will admit to. She has earned and deserves this tribute. She started her wonderful life in the late 1920s with humble beginnings and continually rose above it throughout her entire life. It is a story which started in Phillipsport, NY, and is still thriving in Boca Raton, FL. She is loved by everyone who meets her and cherished by all those lucky enough to know her well. She is my mother and prouder I could not be. My only disappointment is how my best of friends, colleagues, and acquaintances are so unaware of how jealous they should be of me to have such a wonderful mother. She often apologizes to me for her not being capable of giving me and my brothers as much as she would have preferred while raising us. She explains how she lacked strength and confidence in our formative years and could not pass on great qualities to us. She explains, like so many of us, “if only I knew then while I was raising you boys what I know now. I could have given you so much more.” Mother, you could not be more wrong. You gave each of us such wonderful gifts which we each have carried through our lives. These are gifts which very few parents pass on to their children. All you need to do is learn from your own words in this book. You rose above your troubled childhood and raised three amazing young men who have enjoyed great success and happiness through all of your teachings. All three of us know the difference between right and wrong. We all have such strength, character, various levels of charm, grace, and moral beliefs. We each have wonderful families and lifestyles. We each have immeasurable substance, independence, free and independent thinking, and good contributing members of our communities. In other words; Democrats! This did not come to us by accident. It has been said, “The end depends on the beginning.” Each of us enjoyed the best possible beginning and you must assume credit. There are few things in life more fun than playing golf with my mother. I try to visit Boca Raton at least once per year before the summer heat forbids such activity. Having golf in common has brought us so much closer in so many ways. I love competitive sports and it can dominate my life. Mom, always the good listener, appreciates my sharing my passion with her but does not understand much about football, basketball and baseball despite my father’s efforts. Golf has opened all the doors of communication for us. We can talk about our individual games and situations as well as the pro tour. At first it was a bit strange to be talking about a sport with Mom, but I got use to and now love it. Many times, our telephone (she does not have email) conversations will be about nothing more than golf. Playing 18 holes with my mother is such a kick (no pun intended). She helps me to relax and enjoy the game at her beautiful course at Broken Sound. It is a magnificent and professional caliber course which just adds to the excitement. I typically play much better with her because I am so happy and relaxed. She has a way of making me feel so good about myself. She also cheats with my score which I really don’t like but do not put up much of a fuss about it. If I were to miss a put and take a six on a given hole, she will enter a five stating, “You usually make that put so I will give you a five.” “But Mom, I would mildly argue! I missed the put! It was a six.” “Let’s call it a gimme,” she would justify. How can I argue with that? Mother is always right! My mother has spent her entire life improving on near perfection. She gets closer every year. She is 83 years old (at the time this book was published) and she could pass for my older sister. She is the most optimistic person I know and is a shinning example to all. She spends a great deal of her time focused on her health and well being and it shows. As far as I know, she has only worked a collective four years since Richard was born 61 years ago. Her outlook on life is so upbeat and innocent (not to mention naïve) one must enjoy and admire. Talking to her once is more valuable than a year in analysis. She has that effect on me and apparently, most people. It would be hard to find someone more loved and respected. Her friends speak so highly of her. Her life at Broken Sound in Boca Raton is to be envied. The grounds of the community are some of the most beautiful I have ever seen. The Broken Sound Club is as advertised, “Timeless, genuine, classic, and unique.” Her friends, most of which live in the community, are almost as genuine. Never in my life have I witnessed a group of people so happy, content, appreciative, and so dedicated to each other. It is a wonderful and uplifting community. Were it not for such horribly torturous heat in the summer months, I would consider living there. We are talking “Professional Heat!” Not to mention humidity beyond your imagination. I will never understand how they all walk around in that repressive weather and honestly say, “We’re not hot!” A visit to Broken Sound is like a script from Seinfeld. Anyone with parents living there can identify with those episodes taken from visits to Phase III of Vista Del Boca. It may have been the best sitcom in the history of television but those scenes from the parent’s home in Florida were real. You can hear me begging Sid to turn up the air conditioner. I cannot imagine a world without my mother and hope that day never comes. She has been the rock of stability and sanity in my life and for that I am blessed. If she is part of your life, you are blessed as well. Love, Bennett
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