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think there are no words that can accurately describe why Grandma Roz’s latkes were so great or what made them so delicious.
There was an air of mystery around the recipe to her potato pancakes, just as there is around what made her so special as a person. I can only give a few examples of experiences that can lead you to begin to understand what a special person she was.
But just as Grandma Roz and Grandpa Mike never got the hang of the DVR so many years ago, I think she never was actually able to download a book without me doing it for her, and I think she died thinking that AudioBooks are Audible. But the point is that even through all this, teaching her time and time again, she never got upset or frustrated — she faced it with positivity and always thanked me for helping her download the books even though
she never really got it.
In the days following her death, and
as I was writing this little speech, I asked my dad if we still had the recipe for her famous latkes, and he said that we did. When we discussed the recipe, I realized that they can never really be made the same again as it is an older recipe and it was written in very non-exact terms. A pinch of salt, a few potatoes, some onions, etc. So even though we have a written record of how to make them, only Grandma Roz will ever really know how to make them.
When we do try and make a batch based on these directions, I think that we will not be able to recapture the magic of Grandma Roz’s
potato latkes.
It would be a disservice to her and who she was as a Grandma
to me, and all her grandchildren, for me to try to describe what made her such a fantastic grandma and person. So just like her latkes, why she was so special cannot be fully described or outlined, only enjoyed in our memories.
There will be no one else like her, just like there will be no latkes like hers.
She was a true original. I loved her so much, and I will miss her forever.
Eulogy written and delivered by Jim Prevor
“I love you, a bushel and a peck,
a bushel and a peck
and a hug around the neck ...”
I can still hear my mother’s voice, still see the smile on her
perpetually young face, as she would come into my room as a young boy and sing me to sleep. It was a silly song, and we would laugh, but that moment was  lled with sentiments of love and, in a certain way, that expression was a melody that ran throughout her life.
I was not yet 20 when I eulogized my grandmother. In time, I spoke for my grandfather and in turn my father. And now it is over. The physical manifestation of these generations has passed and, in my direct family, we have only what Lincoln called “the mystic chords of memory” to tie us through time and space to what we were before, to the people and values that made us what we are today.
For my children, my nephews and niece, here today, this is what I have surmised from a lifetime with your grandmother: There are in life certain pivot points; moments when everything changes. Those are easy to see. And can lead one to fatalism. But your
One of the wonderful things about Grandma Roz was she was always accepting of our interests.
I have an unusual interest with my love
of Disney, but to Grandma Roz it was
completely normal. Grandma would
always want to see pictures from my
trips to Disney and was always interested
in  nding out what was special that I
saw in that trip. We would often have
lengthy discussions about Disney, and
she was always sending me pictures of
old Disney things that she would  nd or
any Disney news that she saw. In truth,
most of it was already three weeks old
and was familiar to me, but she cared
— it was the thought.
Even after her death, she has
supported my love of Disney as, long ago, she had told my dad to give me two Walt Disney World passes that belonged to her and my grandpa, and these were special 25-year passes that they had bought in 2005 and are no longer sold.
Although they really have no commercial value — as they are non-transferable and in their names — they do mean a lot to me since they represent her support of my interests and dreams and, of course, they are special as she gave them to me.
Another great trait of Grandma Roz was that, in her eyes, I could never do anything wrong. My Grandma was not the most tech-savvy person. Back before my Grandpa died, they would ask me to help them record TV shows, and I would do it and show them how. Then just a few days later, they would be asking me again! At the time, I had apparently said to my Dad that these people were not very intelligent because they didn’t know how to work the DVR! But when Grandma heard this, she wasn’t upset or insulted. She just laughed and said I was right!
Even in the last several months after Grandma’s strokes, she lost a lot of peripheral vision and so she wanted to listen to audiobooks. She tried it herself through the Audible app and had somehow managed to download some books to listen to. After that, though, she could not  gure it out.
I was with her one day and she asked me to help, which I tried to do, and I discovered that she had to purchase the books on the computer with her Amazon account information, which of course she didn’t remember. So, I  gured just having her download the books through her iPad and iPhone would be easier than doing it through Audible, where she would have to go on the computer all the time and it would just be very complicated.
So I set her up to download books from the iTunes store and listen to them on her Apple devices. I probably explained this to her 12 times over the past whatever months, and she kept asking me how she could know if the books she was downloading were Audible.
Jim Prevor, William Prevor and Roslyn Prevor

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