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Scott's Vision:Alumni Association Website

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on June 1, 2013

Hi everyone:
The  video (left margin) is a tribute to Scott's mission and vision for  MBSHS alumni to enjoy and reconnect utilizing  the informative MBHS Alumni Association Official Website. Currently, and thanks to Scott, myself and the MBSHS Alumni Association Board of Directors; the database consists of approximately 7,500 Beach High alumni/members. Please click center arrow to play video. 

Warmest Regards,
Margie Schulman Alter '66 

JUST A THOUGHT

Shared by CATHY BROWN on September 24, 2012

THAT  TODAY  IS  SCOTTS   BIRTHDAY      BRINGS  BACK  MANY  MEMORIES      I   DO  SOOOOO  MISS   HIM   ANS  WELL AS   HIS SOUND  ADVICE      HE  HAD  PERFECT  WISDOM      WARM WIT   AND      ITS   STILL  SO  HARD  TO  BELIVE  THAT   HES  BEEN  GONE  FOR4  PLUS      MONTHS        I  WOULD  DO   THIS  VIA  PHONE  ILL  DO   THIS  HERE:    HAPPY   BIRTHDAY  TO  YOUUUUUUUUUUU   HAPPY   BIRTHDAY   TO   YOUUUU      HAPPY  BIRTHDAY  DEAREST   SCOTT   HAPPY   BIRTHDAY   TO  YOU                          I  MISS  YOU  DEARLY        CATHY   BROWN     FROM   MOBLIE   AL

Scott's Eulogy submitted by Cantor Adelle Nicholson

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on July 3, 2012

Scott Jay grew up on Treasure Island, Miami Beach, in a family with little money-his father Abe had a small women's clothing store in Surfside, and his mother Selma was a homemaker when she wasn't helping Abe at the store. Scott had a happy childhood and, in the words of his sisters Vicki and Marla, he was a wonderful son, brother and uncle.  Scott was generous, and would do anything for his family.  He loved all of his sisters' children, and took them to ice skating shows and carnivals.  He was always a kid at heart, never losing that delight in the simplest of things.

Scott was extremely industrious all of his life, starting with a job at the age of 5, when he swept the floor of a candy store and bargained with the owner to receive comic books for his custodial services.  He had a paper route when he was 8 or 9 years old, and loved working at the Fun Fair arcade during his high school years.

At Camp Chatuga, Scott was the youngest camper on record, and repeated many summers, taking full advantage of all the activities.   Later on, he returned as a counselor, and made such an impression on the owner of the camp, that some 40 years later, the then 80 year old owner returned to camp in order to reconnect with Scott while he was visiting Jennifer on parents' day.

It is clear that Scott was a people person-He was a very good friend, had numerous long term friendships, and many considered Scott to be their best friend.  He always was ready to help other people. A true mensch, when his father became ill, Scott returned to Miami Beach to be near him, and finished college at Florida International University.

He worked in resort hotels, and had a career in food service, when Vicki urged him to apply to law school.  Ever industrious, during his first two years of Widener Law School in Delaware, he worked full-time-his heels gathering no moss.

Marita and Scott met when she was selling insurance, and he needed a policy.  Marita noticed that Scott was peeking at her through the door, and she then proceeded to turn a 10 minute application into an hour-long interrogation-asking many extra questions to evaluate risk-thereby elongating the appointment! That very day, Scott invited Marita for a drink, enticed her on a beach walk with cotton candy, reached for her hand, shared dinner with her and the two of them slow danced the night away.  Marita knew that she had met the man she would marry.  After her 3 proposals, and a couple of years, he finally proposed, and they married, and worked together side by side for 22 of their 27 years as husband and wife.  One of Scott's sweetest pleasures was listening to his beloved Marita sing, and she did serenade him in recent days while he lay on his hospital bed.

And on their 3rd anniversary, they welcomed Jennifer into the world. Jennifer was Scott's joy watching her grow up, dance and skate-and cheering on the only girl on the boys hockey team at the Pinecrest School, this proud member of the Father's Club gave his time to help the hockey team, and attended every game in which Jennifer played-even when she was able to drive herself to the games-that's how proud of her he was, and how much she meant to him.

Scott was honest and well respected by the legal community.  But, he was very modest and low-key and never sought recognition.  He let other people take credit for his mitsvahs. Scott would do the job because he wanted the results.

He tirelessly worked on countless projects for many civic associations, always to benefit others and other communities.

The Jaycees

The Miami Beach Bar Association

The Miami-Dade County Community Council

The Skylake and Highland Lakes Homeowners Association

The Miami Beach High Alumni Association

even Grade School Reunions

The North Dade and Beaches Real Estate Council-which he founded in 2008 in order to educate younger attorneys in real estate.  President for two years, he then encouraged others to step up, in order to empower them.

And, as past president and board member of:of The Florida Lawyers Legal Insurance Corporation-he maintained that people should have accessible, quality legal insurance, and that all who need legal help should be able to get it!

He was generous and compassionate.  Scott took on lots of clients who could not pay him, or who just paid him what they could. When he handled adoptions, he charged only his cost. And he did this quietly, not telling anyone.  He belivered that adoption was the greatest gift a lawyer could give to someone.

In the spirit of helping people help themselves, he built wells in Vietnam, and took quiet personal pride when seeing photos of villagers gathered around a well that said " Scott Jay"-Attorney."

In late summer and early fall, Scott would hit the Office Max and Walgreens stores, buying backpacks and school supplies to fill them-and distribute them to the local elementary schools.

And his shoppping didn't stop there.  Scott loved going clubbing with his buds Steve and Paul-to Sam's Club, BJs or Costco-comparing prices and finding the best deals-often for the community.

In his younger days, Scott had a fiery temper and a stubborn streak.  But, these were often reflections of his passion on behalf of someone else, not himself.  And his high morals dictated to him that right was right-even if it meant that he might be monetarily disadvantaged.  Jennifer says, "He always had an answer for everything-he always knew what to do."

In closing, I would like to read a poem entitled Ascension by Colleen Hitchcock:

And, if I go while you're still here, know that I live on, vibrating to a different measure behind a thin veil through which you cannot see.  You will not see me, so you must have faith.  I wait for the time when we can soar together again, both aware of each other.  Until then, live your life to its fullest.  And, when you need me, just whisper my name in your heart.  I will be there for you as you have been here for me.

Zichrono liv'rachah, may the memory of Scott Jay be a blessing for us all.

Kein y 'hi ratson- may this be  G-d's will.

Shared by Jessica Dieppa on June 14, 2012

Scott has been a huge part of my life.  I met Scott when I was 20 years old.  I worked in his firm and he taught me everything that I know.  Even after I left the firm, I would call Scott and ask him questions and he would help me every time.  After I learned what I needed to, I could still call Scott and talk to him about life questions that he would give me his advice on.  Scott made me want to be a better person.  When I accomplished things, I always wanted to tell him.  He has  helped me more than any other person has helped me with advice---and not just want "you want to hear"  real advice.  Scott was an amazing human being and I thank the Lord for  having given me the opportunity to know him and be a part of his life.  He made me laugh too - he was just an incredible human being.  I wish I could have shared more.  To Marita and Jennifer and his family, my condolences.  To Scott, you are really my Hero!  I can't express that in words!!! Love you and Bless you Scott.
 

My friend SCOTT

Shared by CATHY BROWN on May 28, 2012

MINE  IS  NOT SO MUCH A STORY  BUT   MY THOUGHTS            THERE HAS NEVER BEEN NOR WILL  EVER  BE ANOTHER SCOTT JAY        HE IN MY  MIND  IS  THE  BEST  IN  WHAT  YOU  COULD  EVER  WANT  IN  A  FREIND      HIS WILLINGNESS    TO LISTEN  TO  HELP  AND  OR   LISTEN  TO   MYSELF   AS  WELL  ASMANY   OTHERS   TO  MANY  TO   COUNT   HIS  KINDNESS   AND  COMPASSION           THERE   IS  NON   OTHER     SCOTTS   EVER  SO   AMAZING WISDOM  WAS   POINT  ON !!!         I  DONT  KNOW   IF    THE  WORD  BRILLIANT  CAN  EVER  TOUCH  HIS  KNOWLEDGE   OF OF THE  LAW AND THE  MANY  PEOPLE   HE  DELT  WITH       I  CONSIDER  MY  SELF  BLESSED TO CALL     SCOTT  MY  FRIEND  AND THAT  SCOTT  THOUGHTOF  ME AS  ONE  AS  WELL      HIS DEDICATION  TO  HIS     LAW  OFFICE     WHAT  HE DIDD  OUTSIDE     HIS   OFFICE    AS  WELL  AS   SCOTTS  FAMILY    WAS  WITH  OUT  DOUBT   THEEEEE  BEST   SCOTTS   WORLD    COULD   OFFER       MYYYYY    GOODNESS   DID  HE  LOVE HIS   FAMILY   NOT  THAT  I  HAVE  TO    TELL  ANY  ONE  THIS    BUT  NOT  ONLY  THEM    HE   LOVED      HANSEL   BUBBA   MISCHIEF        SIR  TURTLE    AND   CUTE  RABBIT          THOUGH   HANSEL  IS  STILL   LEARNING   THE  ROPES         SCOTTS   SMILE  COULD     LIGHT  UP   THE   ENTIRE    MIAMI AREA      IF  NOT  THE STATE           SCOTT  WAS  FOR EVER   TEASING  ME     ABOUT     HIS  AND  PAULS     LUNCHES   AT  OLIVE  GARDEN   AS  HE  KNEW  IT  WAS ONE  OF  MY  FAV   PLACES  TO  EAT  HE  WAS    FUNNY  AND   MADE  A  GAME  OF IT                                                               GOOD NIGHT   SWEET   PRINCE        I  WONDER    BUT     HOPE   YOU   KNOW  HOW  MANY   LIVES   YOU  TOUCHED  AND  THIS  WORLD WE  LIVE IN     IS  A  FAR  BETTER   PLACE    FOR  YOUR  HAVING    LIVED  IN IT        REST   WELL     DEAR    FRIEND          ILL   MISS   YOU           CATHY    BROWN    MOBLIE AL

Gayle Greenberg

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on May 22, 2012

My dear Uncle Scott passed today. What a fight he put up! He spent the past 11 days in the ICU and then a few short hours in the Hospice Unit. What a fabulous man who will be truly missed by all those who have known and loved him. I only hope he knows how truly wonderful he was and how sorely he will be missed. The moments spent with him will never be forgotten: from circuses, to carnivals, to trips, to the family holidays, to phone chats, the list goes on. The memories flood my mind. This is a man to honor and cherish. I can hear my grandparents voices telling me about my Uncle Scott. While some of the stories show his stubbornness, all of the stories shared portrayed his love. For those that know him, if you would like to leave a comment about your favorite Scott memory, I would love to read them. Forever in my heart. . . .

Barry Marder

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on May 19, 2012

Barry Marder

My brother Alan and I grew up with the Jays on Treasure Island.  Vicki, Marla and Scott. I can remember going to their home so many times.  Our parents were also friends. Great people!  I am very sad to hear of his passing.  But remember what a really nice guy he was and so important to wonderful memories of life on Miami Beach in the the 1960's. Scott-you will be missed! My prayers to your sisters.

Respectively Barry Marder

Bruce Singer

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on May 16, 2012

To Marita, Scott's Family,and Friends,

"My heart and the world is a lot emptier today because Scott Jay is no longer with us. Although Ronnie and I graduated with his sister,Vicki, it was Scott that I developed a lifelong friendship and respect for; most of which was based around service to organizations that we both held near and dear.

"We were fraternity brothers in Alpha Epsilon Pi at the University of Florida wherein I affectionately dubbed him: 'Scott Get No Pay Jay.' As big as he was in life, he was always in the background doing the 'grunt' work...the nitty gritty stuff that needed to be done to make someone or something successful...The 'unsung hero.'

"After we went to college we again hooked up on Miami Beach leading the Miami Beach Jaycees to great things; and then my campaigns for Miami Beach City Commissioner...always there to do whatever was needed to make US successful.

"And most recently was the Miami Beach Senior High School Alumni Association. Scott was there with me at the beginning, putting the foundation of this organization into place for the benefit of future generations.  However, we could no longer let him stand behind the scenes and called upon him to lead the Alumni Association.

"This past year, Ronnie and I had the pleasure of hosting Scott and Marita at Devonshire Inn.  It meant alot to me to share this part of my life with someone who was such an important part of my Florida life.  I just spoke to Scott a couple of weeks ago about doing some legal work for my family. Wish I had told him at that time how much I always appreciated his compassion, understanding and friendship.  Scott will always be my HERO.

"Our thoughts and prayers are with Scott, Marita, family and friends.

Most respectfully,

 Bruce Singer

Hall of Fame Member, past president and founder MBSHAA from Class of '69

 

Courtesy of Scott Ross: Updated obituary

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on May 15, 2012

Scott Ross wrote this updated obituary for the Miami Herald May 13, 2012:

JAY,SCOTT R.,Esq.,59, of N. Miami Beach, passed peacefully on May 10 after a brief illness.  He is survived by his devoted wife, Marita; loving daughter, Jennifer; adored sisters Marla (Neuman) Pollack and Vicki  (Victor) Weinstein cherished nieces Gayle Pollack Greenberg, Jodi Weinstein, Debra Weinstein Minoff, nephew Adam Pollack; and a bounty of friends and colleagues who were uplifted by his can-do-leadership, enriched by his generosity of spirit and empowered by his example.

Scott graduated Miami Beach Sr. High in 1970, completed his education at the University of Florida, FIU and Widener University; and was admitted to the Florida Bar in 1980.  He practeced law like he practiced life, helping people up.

In civic life, Scott was the indefatigable go-to-guy who got things done, then let others take the credit. His presidential leadership ignited the Miami Beach High Alumni Assnl, AEPI Alumni Assn, MB Bar Assn.,North Dade & The Beaches Real Estate Council, Skylake /Highland Lakes Homeowners Assn. and Florida Lawyers Legal Insurance Corp.  He helped backbone the renaissance of the Miami Beach Jaycees, then extended his know-how to the North Miami Jaycess.  The Florida Bar Assn. and Young Presidents of Mt. Sinai Hospital are also beneficiaries of Scott's hands-on leadership.

Services were held Friday. Shiva observed at the Jay residence in NMB.

                       LEVITT-WEINSTEIN
                       MEMORIAL CHAPEL

                      

Dr. Lawrence B Robbins

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on May 14, 2012

"I had the privlege of sharing the renal specialist with Scott,and we used to see each other often while sitting in the waiting room.  Sometimes we compared our ailments but I frequently also complained about our bad luck, freting over the negative consequences of kidney disease, heart trouble etc.  I was quick to realize Scott had a lot more serious medical issues than I, even though he is almost a generation younger.  My medical issues, although serious, paled in comparison.  Yet even though I've had decades of medical experience, Scott always grounded me with his comments.

"He used to say, "We need to just face it, Larry.  We need to go on with our lives, do the best we can and not dwell upon what's wrong with our bodies.  Look to the future with enjoyment and passion instead."

Jeff Rynor

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on May 13, 2012

Scott was a brilliant guy with a kind heart.  He followed through on his commitments and he was someone that you could consistently rely on to do and say the right thing.  As the President of the Miami Beach Senior High School Alumni Association, Scott set a standard of excellence that will be followed for years to come.  Much like Babe Ruth built Yankee Stadium I believe that Scott Jay has been a pillar of strength for the Alumni Association.  Ultimately Scott's involvement has meant that numerous high school students could look forward to a much better college experience because he raised money and awareness like none other.

Scott was a sweet guy and I'm going to miss him.  Fortunately his good works and good deeds will continue and I will always look upon his accomplishments both personally and professionally with a great deal of joy because he made a positive difference in the lives of numerous kids, the cllients he represented, and the people he came into contact with.

I am truly honored to follow in his footsteps.

I am disappointed that I will not be able to attend Scott's funeral since I will be attending my niece's out of state weddding.

Thank you, Bubba, for being such a good friend to Scott and being there for him and his family these last few weeks.

Jeffrey Rynor

Russ Rywell

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on May 13, 2012

What a huge loss for our community.  Most of you knew Scott better than I, but I'd like to offer an ancedote that sums up why I think he was so special.   At the Forge event, Scott was carefully watching the auction goods all night (typical).  At one point, he asked me if I could give him a short break.  I said, "Sure."  We he came back, I said, "Scott, you really did a nice job with this auction."  He said, "We did a nice job, Russ.  You are part of us."  Mind you I had nothing to with auction and little to do with organizing the event, but that was Scott Jay - Always working hard behind the scenes, the last person to take credit, and the first to give credit!"   Rest in peace, Scott.  You will be sorely missed.

Russ

Adam Pollack

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on May 12, 2012

I was honored to speak these words at my uncle's funeral. 

Dearest family and friends, I want to tell you about my Uncle Scott. I fear that I am not worthy to speak to you about a person who some of you have known since he was a baby. Forgive me if I do not do justice to a man who is so deserving of our love and memories. I find this to be a very difficult task.

Uncle Scott and I have a lot of history together, and most of my memories have been very warm and loving. In fact, the only time I can recall not enjoying myself with my uncle was the time I agreed to go food shopping with him for a “few” items. Much to my astonishment, shopping with my uncle for a few items requires one to garner the patience of Job. My uncle, as many of you know, was a thrifty guy. Mind you, he was not a cheapskate, for I have always known him to be generous both in spirit and with his money to all people. But, I digress. As we started to walk down the aisles for a few items, I noticed that my uncle had a 3x5 index card box. Contained within this box was an alphabetical gathering of coupons. Oh my. What I did not know was that whatever items we were going to shop for would, as lawyers are trained to do, be analyzed and all of the possibilities carefully considered and then reconsidered. What I honestly believe should have been a fifteen-minute trip to the local market turned out to be an ordeal that lasted well over an hour. I just wanted to scream at the insanity of the situation. Perhaps it was because all of my other memories of my uncle are nothing but warm and pleasant that I felt you should know that even in the eyes of his admiring nephew he was not perfect.

I have so many fond memories of Uncle Scott that I am sure I will not do them justice. These are just some of my random thoughts about this great man.

While I wish I could remember meeting him for the first time at the age of 3 months, I can only assure you that he always had my best interests at heart. Apparently, he and my Aunt Vicki were able to arrange for special accommodations that included a comfortable drawer at a sorority house for me to stay in. Who knew that sorority houses back then did not allow guys to stay overnight? Yet, there I was at the University of Florida spending some blissful time in my Aunt Vicki’s sorority yapping it up with all the college coeds and my uncle. Somehow I think he may have benefitted from this encounter more than I did. Just saying.

My first strong memory of him was when he came to visit me in Michigan. I must have been either 4 or 5. My uncle loved me so much that I could apparently get him to do things that others simply would not do for me. Looking back - asking to drive his car and being allowed to sit on his lap and actually turn that steering wheel while the car was in motion, probably was not a good idea at the time, but I recall it as being a wonderful opportunity to play bumper cars. To this day, I do not think my parents ever knew for if they did, I probably would have had nothing else to tell you about this great man. Thanks, Uncle Scott, for the opportunity to learn to drive at such an early age.

Speaking of bumper cars, I do believe that carnivals around the country will be taking note of a loss in revenue due to this tragic event. I do not think there was ever a carnival that my uncle encountered that he did not enjoy going to. I am sure that not only I, but all of his nieces and his daughter were used to justify his love of carnivals. My uncle was a child at heart and knew how to enjoy himself.

My comments would be incomplete if I did not mention my Aunt Marita. I can fondly recall the first time I had met her. She was this beautiful woman who was so engaging with my sister and me. We swooned over her. Her personality and good looks made many people pause and take notice, and that is probably why my uncle was in love with her. My Aunt Marita made a tremendous sacrifice when she chose to marry my uncle. She did it with love and adoration for this man. My uncle was very lucky to find a woman who not only could put up with him and his quirky ways but to bear him a beautiful daughter.

Of course, there was the time that I am sure my sister and I made my aunt reconsider her choice of men that she chose to date. The idea of renting an RV and taking it to the Everglades with my younger sister Gayle and me seemed like a romantic getaway to us, but probably not to them. Enchanted with the idea of driving in a RV we set off to someplace in the middle of the Everglades. Did you know that there are some big mosquitos in the Everglades? I certainly did not realize this until that trip. Somehow, we managed to have fun and everybody made it back. I wonder why we never were invited to go on a RV vacation with them again? Hmmm.

I know Uncle Scott happens to be an awesome cousin. Cousins Harvey, Mark, Floyd and Michael were all Uncle Scott’s first cousins. Sadly, Mark and Floyd are no longer with us. However, Michael and Harvey are with us and I know that these guys have great memories of their fun times with each other. I happened to look on Uncle Scott’s Facebook page and one of his last comments that he made was about his attendance at the Panther’s game. Thank you Michael for taking him; he really enjoyed himself.

In many ways, as I look back on my life and on the life of my uncle, we have crossed paths many times. For many years, my uncle attended a camp known as Camp Chattooga in South Carolina. Eventually, I went to sleep away camp at Camp Chattooga. I fondly remember that I had received a special visit from my uncle at this camp. Of course, he brought all types of goodies for me and made me feel very special. My uncle loved that camp and had gone there for many years as a camper and then as a staff member. 

Our paths in life once again crossed at the University of Florida. My uncle had attended the university years earlier and while there had become a member of Alpha Epsilon Pi. I firmly believe that AEPi not only helped to mold his Jewish identity, but also reinforced in him his desire and commitment to help his community. My uncle had many fond memories of AEPi and his fraternity brothers. I, too, became a member many years later, but I was always proud to walk by his picture in the house. In fact, in an unanticipated twist of fate, I resided in the same room that he had lived in so many years before. As he enters into the Chapter Eternal, I know there will be many fraternity brothers there to greet him.

Our lives continued to intersect as a result of my choice to become a lawyer, just like my uncle. Uncle Scott had chosen to attend law school out of state in Delaware at a relatively new law school. This presented unique challenges to a man that was destined to come back home to Miami to practice law. The Florida Bar exam has a higher passage rate for in state students as opposed to out of state students. Yet, Uncle Scott passed this exam and did what many new attorneys often do and opened his own law office. This presented challenges to him that would seem insurmountable to many, but not to him. He embraced his practice and helped it grow over the years. Many of you here know how great an attorney he was. Uncle Scott was in many ways what the law profession is sorely lacking. He was a classy guy and an incredibly smart attorney who was never too busy to help out younger attorneys, including myself. Uncle Scott knew so much about the law and if he did not know an answer, he usually knew somebody who did know the answer to your legal question. I imagine that if he had so desired to be a judge, he would have been remembered as a great jurist. As a solo practitioner, I can only hope to have a practice that is so well respected as his was. I will miss his counsel.

His commitment to his community has been demonstrated many times. For example, as a Jaycee he participated in many civic activities. As a member of the Florida Bar, not only did he serve the legal profession in various capacities, but he also served the Miami Beach Bar for many years. His greatest example that he can pass on as an attorney is his willingness to treat all of his clients with respect and with kindness. I know that he has many times undervalued his legal services so that his clients could afford him. Say what you may about this as a business practice, but I want you to know that this is the type of guy he was: an altruistic attorney who was a true professional. I aspire to be that type of attorney.

Finally, Uncle Scott was deeply committed to my Aunt Marita and to my cousin Jennifer. No words can express the love that I know he felt for the two of you. His love for my aunt and his daughter also extended to his “ark”, both non-human and human. I cannot recall a time when he did not have a pet. Many of you may have heard that he fell while walking his newest pet. Do not blame his dog for his death. He loved his animals like his own children. He would not want any of you to think otherwise. Not only did he love his animals, but he loved all of us. My uncle was always the one that everybody went to with their legal needs. Somehow as a criminal defense attorney, I do not anticipate having many of my family members come to me for help. However, if they did, I hope that I could do as a good a job for them as he has done for all of us throughout the years.

The Jay family has been blessed in many ways. My grandparents were loved by all of their children and grandchildren. Sometimes a family will splinter once the parents of the adult children pass on. This cannot be said about this family. My mom, my aunt Vicki and my Uncle Scott all deserve credit for being there for each other throughout all of these years. Of course, they had disagreements with each other. I mean who could forget the story that I was repeatedly told about how when uncle Scott, Aunt Vicki and my mom could not behave in the car and my grandparents (who apparently had not heard of the Department of Children and Families) promptly stopped their car and booted all three who were all under the age of 6 out and drove off. My, how times have changed. These three siblings have been there for each other not only in times of sadness but also in times of joy. 

My uncle loved not only his immediate family, but also his extended family. Every family should have an Uncle Scott. This man’s kindness and love knew no bounds. He would think nothing of inconveniencing himself to help those that he loved. My wife Jacqueline and I are deeply indebted to him and to my Aunt Marita. His selflessness and counsel have been invaluable to us.

Uncle Scott will live on for what I hope will be many generations. There is one special thing that I will always remember about my uncle. Ever since I was young and I believe every child under the age of four that he has ever met has experienced the bee. For you see, if you were to hear a buzz and you were a child then you would know that the menacing buzzing finger that was attached to my uncle’s swirling hand would eventually find your tickle spot and make you laugh until you begged him to stop. I am sure that my sister Gayle, my cousins Jodi, Debra and Jennifer have all experienced this buzz many times within their lives. I know that I did. Uncle Scott, not only have you afflicted us with this loving sting, but this has been passed on to my children and to Gayle’s children as well. Ethan, Jason, Aiden, and Skylar all know the sound of the buzz quite well and I have you to thank for that special memory. Your physical body may no longer be here, but I will always remember you and all of the buzzing. 

Going forward, family gatherings will never be the same without you. We will all miss you. We all loved you very much. And now we say goodbye and may you rest in peace.

 

What memories do you have of Scott?

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on May 11, 2012

What memories do you have of Scott?

Shared by Margie Schulman Alter on May 11, 2012

 

Row 2 (L to R) Jeff Rynor, Irv Red Heller, Neal R.Sonnett. Jim Hauser, Roz Merritt, Margie Schulman Alter, SCOTT JAY Doug Jacobs, Al Booker, Martin Kaye, Bruce Singer

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