CAROL SCHOEN

Carol and my mother, Zoe, lived on the same floor and had cocktails together once a week for many years. When I was in NY I joined them. It was always a lively interesting conversation. My condolences.

Carol was so generous with the way she opened her home to our poetry group. She always provided wine, cheese, crackers, and a genuine welcome. She wrote poems which soulfully captured the past, and cycles of poem about the Rosenbergs, about Tompkins Square Park, and her many adventures in this life. I´ll particularly remember her enthusiasm and appreciation for the work of her friends. She was so smart and ebulliently Carol. We´ll miss her so.

Carol was a good and important friend to my mom, Eileen. I was privileged to be invited to her amazing home, and awed by the myriad works of art that adorned it. But her phenomenal intellect was the most impressive thing of all. My sincere condolences to her family and all who loved her. May her memory be a blessing.

I wrote with Carol for years...the Estha group, an amazing group. Often in her lovely apartment. But it was the warmth of Carol above all else. Her enthusiasm and her praise for my poetry was the best. She was my friend. And having a glass of wine with her before the class was the absolute best. Irreplaceable and definitely unforgettable. And totally missed.