Update: My daughter Roz Rekztolp sent me another picture of Sarah, which I’ve added below. 1970’s, taken by our brother David during his B&W period.
I’m not yet ready to write more TPH pieces, but I thought I’d share what I wrote about my sister Sarah, based on what I said at the funeral.
As for the attached pictures, the top black and white picture shows the Greenwald family in 1955, left to right: David (10), Lillian holding me (16 mos), Miriam (6), Morton, and Sarah (8); the bottom picture is about 1951, with David 3rd from the left, Miriam 4th from the left, and Sarah on the end with her eyepatch.
The pictures in color are from my wedding in 1977, one just of Sarah (maid of honor) and me, and one of the Greenwalds plus Rich: l to r, Morton, Lillian, Rich, David, Irene, Sarah, and Miriam.
Irene
My Big Sister, Sarah Martha Brennan, nee Greenwald
January 8, 1947 – May 2, 2024
We were four siblings: First David, then Sarah, then Miriam, and finally me. With David’s passing last September and Sarah’s 2 weeks ago, we are now two, with many memories. Sarah was my big sister. Seven years older than me. She was tall (in our family 5’5” is tall), and I was not. We were both left-handed and good at school stuff. We both intended to become elementary school teachers. She did. I didn’t. She was a good one. She taught me to multiply when I was 6.
My mother told me a lot of stories about Sarah as a small child. When she was 2 and a new baby, Miriam, came along, she was so miffed she stopped talking to her mother, to Mama’s dismay. (It passed.) And Sarah was always conscious of her creature comforts, from a very early age. She used to put her potty on the radiator to get it nice and warm.
At age 3, her far-sightedness was discovered, and she had to wear glasses. That was okay. But when she had to wear an eye patch because of lazy eye, she so disliked how that looked that she later cut her face out of all the snapshots that showed her with the patch. Almost all. I have one that she missed, included here.
Sarah was a conscientious and successful student, often doing a lot more than the assignment called for. She graduated first in her class at Bartram HS in West Philly, winning a full-tuition scholarship to Penn. She majored in elementary ed and also developed a fondness for Spanish (I remember “El Diario La Prensa informa!” commercials on her car radio.), Italian, and Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass. I also remember her coming home with wet chlorinated hair, because it took her until junior year to pass Penn’s swimming requirement (we’re not an athletic family). And she tried out an early version of computer dating; unfortunately, she was matched with her older brother David. That would not have worked out even if they hadn’t been siblings. Trust me.
Sarah enjoyed having me as a little sister (Miriam was only two years younger than her, so their relationship was different.), except when I scribbled my name in her copy of Winnie-the-Pooh. (I still have the book, still signed “Irene G.”) She took me to Boston to look at colleges and introduced me to tea with milk. For a high school graduation present, Sarah took me to New York to the Russian Tea Room and a Broadway show, The Boy Friend. I think Sarah was the most sensible and “normal” of the four of us. She gave me good advice on several occasions, which I regret I didn’t take.
Sarah was inherently orderly and detail oriented. When I had to move into her bedroom, I was afraid to take a book off the shelf, lest I put it back in the wrong place. But she liked having me there, between her and the window, keeping the draft off.
After teaching at a few elementary schools, Sarah realized that, with her orderliness and analytical abilities, she would fit better into the role of paralegal, specifically, in estate administration. That’s how she happily spent the rest of her career.
It was during her transition from elementary ed to estate administration that she met Bob Brennan in a marketing class. After a few years of friendship, love blossomed. They were married for almost 45 years.
Also, shelter animals became a large part of her life, both as a pet mommy (usually to one dog and two cats) and a volunteer at Bingo’s Foundation, a Bucks County cat shelter. The only pets we had as children were the occasional goldfish, so cats and dogs were a big step up.
Sarah’s later years were unfortunately limited by the progression of Parkinson’s Disease. During the last several months, she was particularly concerned about her memory and other mental issues. She finally got an appointment with someone at Penn – for August.
So many people and animals will remember Sarah for her kindness and love. I will too, and I will always miss her.