Dear Mother, Jean Rubens: It's been many years since you were called to heaven as one of God's angels, but your presence will always be felt.
You started out as an only daughter of a single mother whose father died at your tender age of 5. You were raised by a grandmother with 13 children of her own. You were a dancer as a teenager at Steel Pier in Atlantic City. You even dated Woody Herman, the famous big-band leader. Your mother owned a coffee shop on Kentucky Avenue. One day, in walked in your future husband. You eloped - it was love at first sight.
Three children were born to Jean and Sam Rubens - Larry, Marilyin and Harvey. You were always there to send us to school with a hot breakfast, and dinner at 5 every evening. We had a happy home, always surrounded by activities, family and friends. Larry became a teacher, Marilyn a homemaker and Harvey a businessman. Mother's Day comes but once a year, but memories linger forever, until eternity. - Marilyn Hernberg, Ventnor