Jane Anne Rosenbaum

Very sorry to hear of Jane´s passing; even though it was years ago. My name at the time was Susan Anderson and as a teenager, I was Fred Na Jane´s house cleaner. They would come pick me up in the morning and I´d stay all day cleaning, mind you, both were very tidy, but my manic hands made their home even better. Both were loving and sweet, always busy hosting some kind of gathering and they wore infectious smiles.

I was a fledgling media specialist librarian), who took over for the legendary Sandy Chilless in 1976 at William Walker Elementary School. Was in awe of the elegant, well-dressed, radiant Mrs. Rosenbaum

I have very fond memories of Jane Rosenbaum along with her husband Fred. I was introduced to them both in 1979. I was around 14 years old and ultimately became their house cleaner. Jane was this petite little thing, very much a lady, the perfect hostess who through some wonderful gatherings.

To the family~ I’m very sorry for your loss.

Jane was a wonderful and generous soul. She, along with Fred, was always so welcoming to all she met. She treated Betsy and me as members of her family. We are so grateful that she was part of our lives. And as her legacy, we see so much of her in her children's lives.

I met Jane working on the Anne Frank and the World Exhibit and was so impressed by her warmth and willingness to share her own personal story of escaping Nazi Germany - giving exhibit visitors, many of them children, a close-up view of those frightening times. I thought of her often years later when her son Mark chaired the Portland Development Commission, my employer. My condolences to your family and tribute to hers as a life well lived.

I will miss your beautiful smile and your always positive go go go attitude. You were my friend and mentor. I treasure the times i spent with you. The ten years I was lucky enough to work on the Holocaust memorial with you as your personal secretary, taught me so much about myself and others. I learned to type as a posed to pecking. No more pitsulas ( I think that’s how you spell it,)’ oh how I hated those little bits of paper with bits of info written on them. And searching for reading...