Faye Goldman, 84

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WARWICK, R.I. – Faye R. Goldman died on June 20.

I was born Jan. 16, 1937 in South Providence to Bessie and William Tebrow. We probably were poorer than the church mice at St. Michaels (but who knew), which was part and parcel of my childhood playground. We all shared the same balance sheet, the Italians, Irish, Polish, Afro Americans, Jews, and of course many more races and religions that lived within this marvelous melting pot of Americana. My late brother Melvin who was five years older joined the army after high school, married, and went into the food business in New York and San Diego, died April 25, 2004. My sister, Arlene Chorney, became quite successful in the field of academia and became a Ph.D. I took business courses at Hope, which turned out to be my saving grace when I applied for employment a few years later. My education consisted of selected college courses taken at CCRI and RI College, and being lucky enough to work under a scientist at Lifespan with one of the greatest minds I have ever known. This gentle man taught me stuff I never thought myself capable of learning. Every day I watched, listened, and learned and was in awe of his genius.

I met my wonderful husband, Harvey, in 1964. We were married for 49 ½ awesome years before he passed in February 2015. I was lucky to have also met Harvey's two children, Steven and Rhonda, who have become a huge part of my family. Harvey and I were blessed with our children Michael, and Lori Mallette Blair, and two fantastic grandchildren, Danny and Karley. On June 2, 2021, I was blessed with a great-grandson, Lucas Harvey.

Being a dues paying member of several organizations, my proudest was being a past president of Hope Chapter B'nai B’rith Women, the oldest Jewish service organization in the world. Our members were the best and most dedicated. I think often of how we all worked as young women to make our world a better place, and the good times we had doing it.

After working for a General Motors dealership, a few accounting jobs, and opening my own woman's apparel business on Warwick Ave, I became employed at Rhode Island Hospital in 1981, retiring in 2003. Later, I worked six years part time at the RI training school, making everlasting friendships at both institutions.

Harvey and I traveled extensively during our retirement, numerous trips to Europe, the Baltic States, Russia, Alaska, Israel, Egypt, and other countries. We also cruised the Caribbean several times.

I have tried to live my life by the motto “It's what you do next that counts.” Hopefully, family and friends when remembering me will say, “she did it her way…”

Contributions may be made to The Wounded Warriors Project, P.O. Box 758516, Topeka, Kansas 66675-8516.