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November 02, 2015


Vincent Medici

I took a basic Shakespeare class that Rose taught at Stony Brook in 1981. I never liked Shakespeare but I really liked Rose. She affected me in a beautiful way. I never forgot her. It is May 14, 2016 at 4:06 AM. I could not sleep tonight. I began to think of Stony Brook and then naturally of Rose. I turned on the computer and searched her name and stumbled upon this site. Rose was truly a rose.She was beautiful and her beauty was contagious. People live on in the people they influence. She always spoke to me of her son. I think his name was Paul. She adored him. I hope he is well.

Nathaniel H. Goldman

Professor Rose Zimbardo was my English teacher, when I was a Freshman at the City College of New York (main campus uptown), in the Fall of 1961. She was an excellent teacher. She had a PhD in English, and I was very impressed with her class.

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