Jean Rothenberg was very much a friend of my family, especially my mother, Amy K. Blank, who listened to Jean on the subject of hearing aids as she listened to nobody else—even when she could hear them. Jean helped everybody in my family in one way or another. She and Bob were good friends of my aunt and uncle, Henri and Leonard Solomon; they boated together on the Ohio River whenever possible. The last time I saw Jean was at the Plum Street Temple where she had been singing in the choir at the memorial service for my "Uncle Jake" Marcus (Jacob R. Marcus of the American Jewish Archives, another dear friend). At that time there were no longer any Blank family members left in Cincinnati, but she knew me and who I was and talked lovingly of my family. (She must have been in her early nineties at the time.) Since then I had corresponded with her via e-mail. She was very much a "with-it" person and she will be very much missed.