Lazarow World-Hike-About

Paying tribute to one’s mother in public is a little embarrassing. Nevertheless, the one forum for which I have access is Jenni’s blog. December 7th, 2021. Age 93. Bless you! Lilian Ruth Lazarow, a mere 3 months before. Lilian Ruth nee Ludman was to the world an ordinary woman. I have no argument with that. I, her son, am an ordinary man, too. However, to me, she was a very special woman. Frankly, that’s the only thing important to me and the only aspect that counted. She had qualities that remained hidden to most people and only a few that she should have hidden. I will not recount our relationship. However, I should add she was caring without being emotional, guiding without demanding, loving but not demonstrative. I’ll quit at this juncture but not before mentioning a brief incident that occurred the day after she left us.  I communicated with a dear friend of ours in South Africa about the sad news. Colyn Levin then sent me an email of sympathy followed ...

Never tire of these guys. This is Arizona, Saguaro country (state). Returning: An overpowering sight, not Jenni this time. Climbing out of the wash but still feeling dirty and sweaty. The ever present and amazing Roosevelt Lake. Rugged and yet gorgeous.     A bridge too far.     The gang congregates for another day of peace and harmony on the slopes. 'Reach for the sky, cowboy,' seems appropriate for Arizona. Each view of Roosevelt Lake from height amounts to a privilege. Even the stalks are fascinating. The sights are overpowering. We'd been searching for bears all week. Finally, we find one and we face-off. We refuse to be intimidated showing incredible courage and fortitude (although we say ourselves). Who will blink first? The black bear seems to tremble. I wink at Jen. Looks like we're going to win this round. We decide to approach the animal in order to see it more clearly and perhaps gloat a bit. No bull......