the love of & TOM JOYCE
Tom, Joyce, Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Meema, Beeba, Pockey, Old Grandpa Tom!
-With much love from your family and friends
ALLEN KIM RACHEL CHELSEA KYLE
KEITH CHELSEY
Gratitude and Thanks
By: Allen Rossin
I want to take this opportunity for myself and on behalf of our large family to express our gratitude and thanks for everything you have provided and for all the sacrifices you have made for our benefit. Throughout our lives, you have given us all that you could, and then amazingly, even more. Your unconditional love and guidance have shaped us into the men and women we are today.
You have given us extraordinary examples of how to live, love, laugh, forgive and persevere. You have taught us the importance of respect, patience and dedication. You both have exemplified the values of how life should be lived and have provided us with the foundation upon which we have built and conducted our own lives.
You were always there for me not only during the good times, but as importantly during the tough times to give support and guidance. I know that you have also been there for every single member of our large family.
Perhaps the greatest compliment that a child can give his parents is to have them become their best friends. I am honored and privileged to have you as my
best friends. I always feel uplifted just by your presence.
I fondly remember all the great times we had on trips, delicious dinners prepared by Mom/Joyce, and just being able to celebrate family. I was always amazed by your efforts made from love, such as when you came to every one of my football games during my senior year at Taft.
Dad and Mom/Joyce, I want to let you know how important you are to me, Kim, and my children. You have given each one of us the opportunity to have wonderful lives and I am so grateful and thankful for that opportunity not only on my behalf, but on behalf of my entire family.
Even though this has been a difficult year, I hope that the stories and memories which are being shared with you in this book will bring you great joy and comfort. We look forward to sharing countless more moments together and building more special memories.
Much much love, Allen
“THUMPER”
By: Kim Rossin
Although I have only “officially” been part of the family for twelve years, I have known Joyce and Tom for 40+ years. One of my first memories of meeting them – it may have been the very first time – was at their house on Pineway Terrace. I was still in college and home for the summer. We went over to the house to see Allen. I was introduced to Tom and Joyce and an array of siblings and some of their friends. I cannot remember if we had dinner, but we all ended up all in the dining room. Tom had disappeared by this time, but Joyce was right there with all the kids laughing and joking around the large dining room table. Someone said, “let’s play thumper”. I had never heard of thumper, a drinking game, that I would soon learn I was not particularly good at. So, here is this group of young kids in their early twenties – or younger –in the prime drinking stage of their lives (the drinking age was 18 back then) AND Joyce, who was the life of the party! I remember thinking – how cool is she! Of course, with a drinking game, the more you drink the worse at playing you become. I was a newbie and could not keep up…………… but Joyce could!
Through the Years
By: Kim Rossin
Joyce, you are like my second mom and my close friend. I have fond memories of you and I coincidently going to the same hairstylist – remember Cookie at Stylemasters? We both had short hair and wore that Dorothy Hamill wedge. I loved that style! We shopped at the Petunia Patch Boutique on Dixie. Back in the day, that was the place where all the locals shopped. They had such cute clothes and petite sizes for shorties like us. My memories of running into you around town was that of such a loving, sweet person who always had a smile on her face and was (and still is) kind to everyone – I love you.
Tom, the banker – we always turned to you and Flagler National for our banking needs and financial advice. You were there for us and tried to guide us in the right direction. The Reef would not have been as successful as it was without your sound business advice back in the early days. And then later you helped me get out of a sticky situation – all before I was in the fam!
Fast forward and now Allen and I
are married. Not only did I get a wonderful husband, but I married into a loving family and have the best in-laws ever! I love that we live so close to each other and I treasure the dinners and trips we have gone on together. Around town, if we do not go out together, so many times we have run into each other at the same restaurant or store. One of my favorite trips we took together was the weekend we spent in Miami and went to the Chihuly Exhibit at the Fairchild Botanic Gardens –the glass sculptures lit up at night were magical.
All of these are special memories but what I cherish most is knowing you live just a few miles away and we have the kind of relationship where we see each other often and talk on the phone all the time – just to chat and catch up on daily happenings in our lives. It is the little things that mean the most and all of this adds up to great big “THANK YOU” for being more than I ever expected the two of you to be.
With much love, Kim
Hi Pockey, Hi Grandma Joyce
By: Rachel Rossin
I write this while sitting in East Berlin, Germany watching a nail-biter of an election. We’re texting back and forth as the results trickle in and I have to say, I’m overcome by a feeling of gratitude for you both. How lucky I am to have grandparents like you - for innumerable reasons but mostly for your model of contentment and morality… Of course, I’m reflecting on this now because it shows in your politics, your shared heart for social justice and other people’s welfare; but mostly it shows in how you treat others and how you’ve chosen to live your lives… I just love and admire that about you both.
You two are the rarest type of bird because you move through life with an earnest joy I never get to see. It’s quite extraordinary too when you take into account how many challenges you’ve overcome. I can see that joy written in both of your smiles - you two emanate this fiery brand of gratitude that makes me miss you so much - especially now, in the midst of a global pandemic on a different continent so far away.
I remember when you all came to visit me in New York City and I was
struck by how seamlessly you both fit in there. Pockey leaned into me and said “you know, your grandmother is really just a New Yorker.” and I looked up to see Grandma Joyce grinning from ear to ear in a teeming Rockefeller Center saying calmly in her sweet accent “I just love it here.” You both took my 6th floor walk-up in Little Italy like you had lived there for years and we roamed from subway to the Upper East Side to my studio in Tribeca (four floor walk-up like it was nothing). NYC is intense and it isn’t for everyone, it takes a specific type of bravery and so I remember thinking when we were walking to the piers next to the World Trade Center, “oh of course they belong here, they’re some of the bravest people I know.”
So, Merry Christmas and thank you for your bravery, authenticity, joy, and humor. Another Holiday passing by, marking time and another year. In Pockey’s wise words “better than the alternative.”
Huge love, Rachel
Firefly Fairy Field- Gettysburg, PA.
By: Chelsea Rossin
We had spent all day in the car, eating snacks to our hearts content and asking, “are we there yet?” too many times to count. We were partway through our cross-country road trip from Florida to Canada. Once we arrived at the KOA campground in Gettysburg, PA, our parents were more than happy to release us from the binds of the car to run amok and expend some cooped-up energy. Our first stop when we arrived at any campground was to visit Pockey and Grandma in the big RV camper! To my young mind, it was amazing. Everything in the camper had a spot and place to ensure nothing fell or moved during all our traveling. Every nook and cranny optimally utilized for function and space conservation. The tiny bathroom was so cool! The best part was the loft above the driver’s seat—a perfect place to explore and play. As preparations for dinner stared and dusk began to fall, something magical happened in the field at the edge of or wooded campsite. Dots of light began to appear in the air and blink on and off! I had never seen anything like it before. They moved and danced in a mysterious way that I could not comprehend. Rachel said they were fireflies, but I never imaged fireflies to be magical fairy lights in the sky! I ran up to Pockey, with excite-
ment in my eyes, and told him all about my new discovery! He patiently listened to my story and once I was finished, told me that we could actually catch the fireflies in a jar! Of course, we had to let the fireflies go, but we could catch them and look at them closely. He asked Grandma to get a few clear jars and we went out to the firefly field. Soon enough, we had collected quite a few fireflies and they gently blinked on and off in our jars. It was amazing to watch their little legs wander all over the sides of the jar and to see their abdomens glow brightly with yellow light. The fireflies shared the table as I ate hotdogs with the whole family, Pockey and Grandma at my side. As the moon started to make an appearance in the sky, we knew it was time to let the fireflies go. I opened my jar and slowly and, one by one, my fireflies joined their comrades in the sky, free once again.
As I walked back to the RV to return my now empty jar, I remember a feeling excited and content. A discovery had been made and something new had emerged in my small mind. That night, there was a big bonfire at the campground and the whole family made and ate s’mores together. It was perfectly splendid.
The Entrepreneur - tennis, buisness and politics
By: Kyle Rossin
One of the many memories that I cherish the most with Pockey (Grandpa Tom) is the time we’ve spent playing tennis over the years. Not only does he continue to wallop me on the tennis court at 85/86 but he has taught me some of life’s most valuable lessons. As I have gotten older I realized that not only is he an incredible tennis player, but he truly
was a veteran entrepreneur. Someone who I could learn from, look up to and gather mentorship. Pockey has gone through it all, the ups and downs of business, failures and successes all of which have made him the man he is today. Each time we played tennis I was fascinated to learn more about each step of how he came to his wealth, wisdom and optimistic view on life. A man who risked it all for his family and always did his best to do what was right. Pockey is a legend and one of the greats who continues to be a well-respected icon in the state of Florida. When I meet new people in the world of business, politics and more, I stand proudly as a Rossin.
Lap of Luxury - there’s nothing like living like a king
By: Kyle Rossin
Grandma Joyce mmm’ good, that was delicious. When Keith and I were in the 8th grade we got the opportunity to be taken care of by Pokey and Grandma Joyce while mom and dad were on vacation. To Keith and I this was heaven, for starters we got to have breakfast, lunch and dinner from the best cook on the east side of the Mississippi, Grandma Joyce. Keith and I feasted like Kings, eating as much as humanly possible and devouring every crumb on our plates meal after meal. Beyond the daily feasts, Keith and I couldn’t wait to come home to begin our daily prank wars with Grandma. If you didn’t know, Grandma gets scared easily and this was one thing that brought us an immense amount of joy and laughter. Whether we moved the fake dog (max?) around the house in precarious places or popped out around a corner, we were guaranteed a little yelp followed with a little giggling and a frank statement about how she was going to get us. I think if it were up to Keith and I we would have never left, especially when you are treated like little kings. I am so thankful to have the best grandparents in the world and look forward to one of Grandmas feasts again soon.
Go Panthers!
By: Keith Rossin
Some of my fondest memories with Pockey were had at the Florida Panthers Hockey stadium. Spending time at the games with my family are times I will never forget. The amount of love that he showed us as kids is unsurpassed. I can remember walking into the arena and feeling the cold blast of fresh air. We went up to the VIP box, and I couldn’t help but have a great big smile on my face feeling like royalty. I can remember Pockey asking us if we were hungry and he supplied us with all the food that we could eat. As a kid there was no better way to spend time with family. The sport of hockey still lives with me today. I can remember how excited he got when the panthers scored yelling GOAL!!! These memories will last a lifetime and I am forever grateful to have the most loving Grandfather I could ever ask for. On our way home from the game I can remember how proud Pockey was of his great big Sequoia and he would tell us all the tricks on how he could get up to 16 MPG which is pretty good for a big ole SUV. Crack the windows and turn off the AC.
On the Road Again!
By: Keith Rossin
The road trip that never ended. As a young whipper snapper, I can remember our long trek to Canada. My beautiful Grandma was in charge of making sure us kids were behaving and well fed. I can remember when we made it to North Carolina we stayed at a campground and we were riding our bikes down the hill and this made her very worried. She was telling us to slow down and be careful. But what I remember most is riding in the RV and waking up at the campgrounds. Grandma always made sure that we had a good breakfast and told us how much she loves us. I can remember her making us bananas and oats. I was not a big fan of bananas back then but she convinced me that they were good for me to eat. A true grandmother’s love is something that I will forever cherish and love. It was this trip that I began to understand what it felt like to have such a loving, fun family. All that love radiates down from generation
Grand Friends
By: Chelsey Perkins Rossin
People always mentioned the saying ”the world is a small place” to me in passing. This saying took true form for me at dinner one evening at Allen & Kim’s. I brought up my great grandfather’s clock that I cherish. I said the name of my great grandfather and Tom and Joyce looked at me inquisitively. Upon further conversation we realized my great grandfather, Tom and Joyce were once friends. My great grandfather owned the grocery store that grandma Joyce quite literally fed an army of kids. The conversation from then on was filled with reminiscing on old memories. From that point on I have always felt a warm connection with Pockey and Joyce that seems to be fed from memories long before I was born. I am so thankful for the constant stream of love that comes from Pockey and Joyce. I am so blessed to have them in my life.
to generation. I also remember when we got to Maine Grandma said I absolutely love Maine Lobster. For some reason I thought this was very funny.
Also seeing you both dance at my wedding was something that was just magical, you both love each other so much and are truly an inspiration for the kind of love I want to have with my wife. Unconditional love no matter what.
SANDI TOMMY
After Our Wedding At Mom & Dad’s...
By: Sandi and Tommy Douglas
Tommy & I will never forget our spectacular wedding you lovingly & generously gave to us. We all ate and danced the night away & you both were right in the center of it all. One of our favorite parts that evening, which we still laugh about, was going back to your house afterwards. I remember that all four of us were still so excited & wide awake! So
Tommy and I thought it would be fun to open all the numerous presents together. I remember at the end of opening the last gift, someone mentioned cake. We decided that instead of the traditional saving the top for a year, we would just EAT that top of that yummy cake. And so in sheer JOY...we ate the whole thing & sat on your couch laughing.
Fireworks in N.C.
By: Sandi and Tommy Douglas
Tommy & I will never forget the time that you guys visited us at our first home in North Carolina. We had decided to grill steaks on our deck & have a fire after dinner. Tommy & I went down to the fire pit and you both watched as we built the fire. We will never forget the expressions on your faces in amazement as the logs started literally exploding like the sound of
firecrackers. As it continued, one after the other, it gave off a fireworks display up in the sky that none of us had seen before or would ever forget. To this day, out of the many campfires we have had, nothing has ever compared to that one!!! That was a very SPECIAL Fire we all experienced together that very SPECIAL night.
My “70’s” Christmas in July...
By: Your Daughter (Sandi)
One of my most favorite memories of you Dad was once as a teen, you took me shopping at Burdines. As you lovingly helped me put together five outfits including the accessories, my excitement grew. I remember you patiently sat down in that big chair just outside the dressing room. I also remember you complimented me each time I came out modeling yet another outfit. When I finally came out of that dressing room for the last time, you asked me which one I wanted. They were all so beautiful & I remember standing there pondering my choices. Suddenly, you turned to the sales woman and said, “We will take them all” I was stunned and couldn’t hold back my enthusiasm, as I jumped up & down. I will never forget that day Dad... that day you lavished me with gifts, as no one ever had, just because you loved me...It truly was my “70’s” Christmas in July.
Holidays at Mom & Dads
By: Sandi and Tommy Douglas
What would holidays & birthdays be without the two of you.... Mom, your unique style and special touches in everything you do is what makes celebrations so SPECIAL. Dad, your delight and sheer joy having your family home together is priceless. So here’s to you Mom & Dad... the best parents, Grandparents and friends anyone could ever ask for. Enjoy some of our most treasured holiday photos of you both with the Fam & know how much we all love you.
Class Act
By: Your Daughter (Sandi)
In my mind my parents are the true definition of the term “Class Act” They have 7 kids, 17 Grandchildren, and 10 great grandchildren.....they have traveled the world and remain the very best of friends to one another. Amazingly they also still manage to be there for every single one of their family members. We your family think that you are the BEST & we wanted you to know how very much you’re loved and appreciated by all.
MIKE BETSY GREG JEFF
Camping Adventures with Dad
By: Mike Rossin
In the 1960’s Dad used take Al, Tom and myself camping around the state of Florida. Usually we drove, however, one-time Dad flew us in his small single engine “canvas” plane. The flying was uneventful, however, once we landed with all the camping gear in the plane the camp ground was miles away. This was a relatively remote area of Florida so no rental cars, a taxi was our only option so off we went to the springs. You can imagine the laughs and looks we got unloading at the campsite from a taxi. My favorite camping story is the time we drove to a state park in central Florida. Dad got more and more organized as the years of camping progressed so he always had a list of what to bring. So we were well prepared but still had to go grocery shopping once we reached our destination. So here we were in the middle of nowhere with a grocery cart full of fresh food and ready to check out. At the check out counter Dad pulls out a check book to pay, he hadn’t brought any cash, apparently this wasn’t on his list! The cashier says they only accept local checks. Dad says “I can guarantee this check because I’m the bank president”. The cashier quickly responds, “yeah and I’m Cinderella”. At any rate I can’t remember how but we did eventually get to buy the food.
The end of camping trips was the most eventful of all. As the 60’s progressed and we got older the camping trips turned into birthday camping parties at Jonathan Dickenson. I was probably about 10 years old and wanted to invite most of the boys in my class, my elementary school was very small so this was only a dozen boys. Dad said that was
unfair to the few remaining kids so we invited them too. So once we all got settled at the campground Dad realized that it was impossible to keep an eye on this many kids and sat us all down for a talk. We were to pick a “buddy” and not let the buddy out of our sight. My friend Art ended up with Robert who was very much not part of the “gang” and out of his element camping. As dusk approached, we all came back to the campsite for dinner
and Dad took a headcount. Where is Robert? Art didn’t know, uh oh, he’s in trouble. After searching the nearby woods to no avail, it was time to contact the park rangers. They searched for a while, then called for reinforcements once it got late. Remember Jonathan Dickenson is over 10,000 acres and the only roads back then were US1 to the east and Flor-
ida’s turnpike to the west. They searched all night!!! At daybreak one of the rangers found Robert wandering along US1. End of camping trips.
When Grandpa Tom Fell in the Loxahatchee River
By: Betsy Rossin
Grandpa Tom was pretty much always a part of the boys’ famous birthday party camping trips. It was great to have an extra, experienced hand.
One year, we went down the Loxahatchee instead of doing our usual sleepover. Not far down the river, we hear a splash and sure enough, Grandpa Tom was “in the river”. He was unfazed and in good humor. He got the kayak
righted and carried on to the end. I remember him emptying his pockets at the end as we waited for the bus. He laid all of the contents out on the picnic table to dry. I remember that his social security card was in there. I told him not to carry that with him! Anyway, the bus came, and then the engine kind of caught on fire, but we survived; just billowing smoke.
When Greg got a Goose Egg... On His Forehead!
By: Betsy Rossin
We went to Al’s old house for some family event and Greg had a fall. On his head. So immediately, a huge black and blue goose egg appears. Tom was right there and says to me, “Don’t worry Betsy, it is worse than it looks.” I’m pretty sure
Me and My Girl
By: Betsy Rossin
that my jaw was hanging. My response was of the order: “WHAT!!!” He realized his error and said, “I mean, it is not as bad as it looks.” Fortunately, this was true.
The year was 2015 and Joyce and Tom came to Boulder, Colorado to join us to celebrate Greg’s graduation from C.U. Colorado is a wild place, where the weather, even in May, is unpredictable. It snowed on the eve of graduation…. Just
sayin!
And I can’t recall for sure; I think it was the day after graduation… Joyce and I wanted to walk on Pearl Street and get a bit of retail therapy. Mike and Tom were with us, initially, but then, somehow,
Joyce and I were on our own. Walking! Talking! Popping in shops! It was pure “girl” happiness.
Then came the rain. Not exactly biblical torrents, but harsh. I was like, makeup =history!
Bottom line…. Joyce and I had so much fun. We’d always gotten along, but this was special, even divine. We laughed so freaking hard. It was pre-smart phone (wrap your head around that!!) so I remember her saying “Where’s Tom?”. I mean, the guys were not answering their phones. I could imagine them now… “What is that odd ringing noise? I don’t
A Day with the Miccosukee
By: Betsy Rossin
When Greg was in 5th Grade, the year was devoted to Florida studies. Well, what better people to be our guides than Tom and Joyce! Tom was in the Senate and we all went to visit the Miccosukee tribe. It was a great learning experience.
We met the Chief, went on an airboat ride, and got to hold a baby alligator. We even watched alligator wrestling. Thanks for the memories Tom and Joyce!
know! Just ignore it. It will go away.” Ok, I might have stretched the facts here. Bear with me…
O. M. G. –Wait for it. Okay, so finally here comes Tom. IN THE SMALLEST RENTAL CAR KNOWN TO MANKIND. Trust me, I’ve rented the same before, but probably in a European country… Hey, that car worked just fine, for the record!
Big Gambler
By: Greg Rossin
I remember the numerous times Jeff and I visited and played poker, attempted fishing, went swimming at Mayacoo. My fondest of memories was one of the early poker games where I was just learning still, Jeff as well, but somehow – I ended up cleaning out Grandpa and brother Jeff! It was an epic run, the kind of run you can only have when play-
ing without money... So many firsts happened with you all in the neighborhood. Such as, attempting to teach me how to drive stick-shift in the Ford Focus. Which resulted in terror, as I blew through stopsigns and stalled the car in the middle of intersections in the neighborhood. I’m so grateful for all the experiences you’ve introduced to me.
Red Wine and Tennis
By: Jeff Rossin
May 2017. Gainesville Fl. Graduation from undergrad. Grandpa Tom shows us all that he is still capable of partying at my graduation dinner with 60 years on us. The red wine flows like a flood. He brings his UCSB sweater to show that he will be a double gaucho grandpa now.
Promptly at 9AM the next morning, he shows us that no amount of running and youth can make up for tennis balls served at the speed of light. Fluidity and grace in motion is the inimitable tennis methodology of Tom Sr.
SAM RHONDA JONATHAN KARI
JOEY LANGLEY
BLAKE CHRISTIANA
JOJO
PAISLEE
PRESLEE
DANIELLE TAEGEN ARIA
JEREMY
Dolphins Instead
By: Sam Bouchlas
I have many fond boating memories, but I’d have to say my all time favorite was the time we ditched the boat for the Dolphins game. I remember Mom, & you, Tommy & myself we’re headed out to sea when you realized you had 4 Dolphin tickets that needed to be used that day. We parked at Sease’s Texaco & off we went to the game. Never a dull moment with you two and to top it off, the Dolphins just happened to Win!!!
Our Generous Parents
By: Sam & Rhonda Bouchlas
You both are the most generous people that we know. You bring joy to all of us & seem to know just how to make each one of us feel individually special. We love going out to dinner with you guys and always have a lot of laughs.
We want you to realize that you are & always have been a great example of what a marriage/family should be. Thank you for your unconditional love & support & know how much we love you.
Love Sam & Rhonda
An Inspiration to All
By: Christiana Hanstein
I have always been so proud of my Meema and Beeba. They’re the kind of people that you just was to be around, brag about and just love on. Beeba is always so kind, loving and patient. If you’re ever in a hurry, don’t ask Beeba to drive, haha! I say that as a compliment. I’ve never seen someone so patient on the road. When I am feeling frustrated and impatient, sometimes I truly think to myself, “well, how would Beeba react in this situation?”. His generosity and ability to put everyone before himself is a characteristic I desire and admire in him so much.
Meema is one of the most lovely, thoughtful people I’ve ever met in my life and I am so blessed to have her as my grandmother. She could befriend the most unkind, unlikeable person because she has the ability to see the best in everyone. Don’t even get my started on her cooking! To say Meema is a good cook would be an incredible understatement. She even makes Stouffer’s mac and cheese taste like the best mac and cheese I’ve ever had!
Meema and Beeba are solid, top notch people. They are an inspiration in their marriage and in their love for others! I love you both so much!
Road Trip!
By: Christiana Hanstein
The station wagon, mini van and camper were all loaded up and we were ready to roll! We were going on a road trip with Meema and Beeba and all of us kids were just so excited! We saw so many different places and made so many unique memories but there is one that stands out the most to me (and it’s not when we lost Beeba in Nova Scotia). We went to a state park, I’m not even quite sure which state, but is had a big, fast flowing river that ended in a waterfall. We
Meema & Beeba
By: Joey Hanstein
Thank you guys so much for being so loving since the first time we met. You have both been such an inspiration and
New Orlens
By: Blake Hanstein
The most special time I had with you guys was when we were in New Orleans up in the hotel eating, drinking and boring Meema with all our our stories from our adventure at the World War II museum. You guys took me on a special trip just the three of us and I felt so special. That was the trip of a lifetime for me and I will never forget it. You guys are so special to me and I love you both very much.
Love, Blake
had gone to the park the day before and I watched Jonathan cross the water. So, the next day I decided I was going to walk across it. Being the graceful person that I am, I lost my footing and before I knew it I was being swept away, quickly heading towards what would end at a waterfall. Fortunately my mom was able to reach in and grab me just before Beeba had jumped in at the bridge to get me. Afterwards he said all he could think was “oh boy, this is going to be cold!”
great role models for being a family and loving each other. Love you guys so much and miss you like crazy.
Christmastime at Meema & Beeba’s
By: Joseph Jr.
& Beeba
By: Paislee Hanstein
I remember after we went to the splash pad and then went to their pool my tummy would grumble because Meema would always have the BEST food EVER. Beeba cooked hamburger that day and they were so good! They are always so nice.
<3, Paislee
Every Christmas season we would go down to Meema & Beeba’s house. Anyone who knows them would be expecting some good food and good laughs. I can’t get enough of Meema’s sweet potato casserole. I even got the recipe and have made it a few times myself but it doesn’t come close to when she makes it! Every year the house is full of Christmas decorations that Beeba has worked hard to put up and the train that goes around the Christmas tree. I am so grateful to call them my grandparents.
Meema
Christmas
By: Danielle Bouchlas
There are numerous amazing memories that come to mind when I think about all the adventures with Meema and Beeba throughout my life. Christmas morning was obviously one of my favorite repeated memories. We would enjoy Christmas with our family of 6, but immediately after I would sit and anticipate Meema and Beeba’s arrival! I remember my mom giving me a time but I still I nagged at her to call and see when they would be on their way (the time did not change and was probably only an hour). It was a tradition that made Christmas that much better! They would finally walk through door with their warm hugs, bright smiles, and cookies, instantly making my day even better than it already was. Now I won’t leave out the part where they always arrived carrying bags that one would think could have only been filled in the North Pole. How else do you keep up with such a large family and still find a way to personalize each gift for each family member, only superheroes can do that right?! That is what they have always been to me, superheroes. The kind that step in and fix any mess you (I) make, that put everyone else’s needs before their own, the kind of people (Meema) who do not sleep at night unless they know that everyone is happy, safe, and sound! You have
both built such a beautiful life together, combined families, showing us what true love is and where family sits on the list of priorities! You are two of my favorite people in this world and I would not be who I am today without your love, patience, and never giving up on me. Love you guys!
Road Trips & Poker!
By: Danielle Bouchlas
One of my many dear memories I have had with Meems and Beebs was our journey up to the east coast to Nova Scotia! We packed up our vans and campers and headed North, Aunt Karen with four kids and my mom with four kids- which by the way was so incredibly brave of all you haha. However, I loved every second of it! We stopped at many campgrounds along the way, cruising through the mountains, hiking waterfalls then back on the road heading north until we were abruptly interrupted by a flat tire on their camper.
Now to be quite honest I’m not sure what took so long for our parents to go get a new tire or why we were in the camper if it had the flat, or if it was even the camper that had the flat?! Not only was this a very long time ago, to the tune of 22 years or so, but Meema was going to make sure to keep the kids busy in that camper and not have to worry about adult dilemmas. So, she grabbed the change bin, rolled out 100 pennies, a deck of cards, and it was there on the side of that road that my prosperous poker career
began! We learned seven card stud and five card draw, I quickly picked up on how the hands work and the rest is history. I vaguely remember Meema nervously laughing about how pleased my mother would be when she got back to a camper full of gambling children, but I will never forget how much I enjoyed being stuck on the
Skiing
By: Danielle Bouchlas
Another great memory I have was heading to Gatlinburg on Christmas night. We arrived very late, but I still could not contain my excitement to stay in this beautiful chalet on the side of a mountain. Even more so, I could not wait to whip out my new Melanie’s Mall I waited for all year and Meema and Beeba had given
side of that road with her! Both of you have the ability to make light out of ANY situation, a glass half full, and that is just one of your many admirable qualities.
me for Christmas that morning. Crazy how one little gift can bring so much joy to a child and all the feels just thinking about it, even to this day. Anyways, I did not get to see them that night because it was so late but first thing in the morning, we looked down the hill towards Meems and Beebs “Love Chalet”, as it was called. I was beside myself with excitement, I absolutely loved having them on our trips with us, so I grabbed a tube and sped down the hill through the snow to wake them up bright and early. I am sure they were just thrilled with me knocking on their door that early after a long night of traveling, but if they minded at all it never showed! We enjoyed hot chocolate then got ready to head out for my first-time skiing. Once we got to the mountain, Beeba decided he was going be the one to teach Jonathan and I how to ski instead of sending
us to the bunny slopes with our siblings. This made me feel really special that he was confident in my athleticism and I also wanted nothing to do with that “baby school” stuff. Before heading up he explained all the skiing basics to us in full detail and I felt pretty good about it all. My first go I did very well, I went cruising down like a natural (in my mind) and apparently Beeba thought so too because he decided to take us to the top of the mountain shortly after. I had no fear as a child and was 100% sure I was going to kill it and impress my Beebs. So off I went again, this time flying down the mountain faster than I could keep up with, ultimately ending up tumbling and buried in the snow with one ski missing somewhere in the woods. Beeba caught up with me shortly after and there I was hopping around trying to recover my ski from the woods! I can imagine him having a little doubt at this point as to if I was ready or would even try again after my dramatic fall. I did not look pleased, but little did he know it was only because I was worried I wouldn’t be able to find my ski and go again. Eventually we found my ski, my smile returned and we went up and down that mountain the rest of the day, until we had to go cater to the children from ski school
(Christiana and Jeremy) who were over it and ready to leave! <3
There are infinite special memories you guys gave all of us! Values you placed on us, showing us how much we are loved in every way, and always putting family first! I loved the summers when Rebecca and Victoria came in town and we went to the movies, concerts and even a couple parties in Beeba’s Sequoia. I loved that this brought everyone and their crazy schedules together, getting to see Rachel, Chelsea, Keith, Kyle, Greg, and Jeff- I truly looked forward to it every year! I loved all our swims and tennis matches together at Mayacoo and how every one of our competitive spirits just knew this was going to be the game where we finally beat Beeba, but we never did. Because let’s be real, Victoria is not wrong when she says Beeba’s serve is close to impossible to return, at least not with control. Beeba you taught me discipline, control, perseverance, good study habits and time management. Meema you taught me how to be a lady through class and grace, and how to master the kitchen and poker. Most importantly though, and I’ll say it again, you both showed us unconditional LOVE- for each other, for your family, no matter what obstacle we had to overcome together. We
are all SO blessed to have you both in our lives and even more blessed that our kids have GREAT grandparents in their life as special as you! MERRY CHRISTMAS!
My Grandparents
By: Jeremy Bouchlas
There’s no one like my Meema & Beeba in all the world. No one would sit with me, tutoring me for school for hours like Beebs. No one makes more delicious meals & has taken better care of me like my Meema. They are two of the most wonderful, loving, giving people in the world & I love them very much.
TOM
JR. DAWN REBECCA
COLE CARTER REED
CUYLER
VICTORIA
Tommy’s Trip to New York
By: Tom Rossin Jr.
One of my first memories is from kindergarten when dad took me on an airplane to New York City, to visit Granny Ellen, and to go to the World’s Fair. For those younger than 50, the World’s Fair was probably equivalent to the biggest state fair ever, on steroids. This was all before there was Walt Disney World. The World’s Fair had the debut of the It’s a Small World ride. I was so excited to go back to kindergarten for show and tell, and to tell them about my adventure. Unfortunately, my teacher said, “It’s not good to fib, Tommy!!.” I was so upset, because my daddy really did take me to the World’s Fair and it was the coolest thing I had experienced as a 5 year old.
Our Trip to International Falls
By: Tom Rossin Jr.
Over the years, Dad and I went on many trips. One vacation that I remember well was our trip to International Falls, Minnesota. Dad loves to fish and to go swimming, so much so that we would jump off the end of the pier every morning. We were in Minnesota, so the water was arctic cold, so cold, bitter cold. The water was the coldest water that I can recall ever swimming in.
Child Labor
By: Tom Rossin Jr.
One of my fondest memories was when I would go to work with Pops, where he was the boss. I remember running wild through the First National Bank of Riviera Beach. The bank seemed huge, and everyone was so nice to me. I wonder why? Later came Flagler National Bank which started in a tiny trailer by Pops and his partners. Over the years, the bank grew and new branches opened, and eventually I ended up having a summer job there. My job started in the supply room, and I learned to inventory and depreciate the furniture. A few times per month, we would pile into Dad and Joyce’s RV to visit different branches. Dad would greet every employee and ask about their families, no one was left out. They loved Dad, as he was a great leader and motivator. This is a value that he taught me, and I strive for every day. Later dad ran First Florida Bancshares, one of Florida’s largest banks. This was the point, where the RV was retired, and replaced by corporate planes. Sam, Andy and I would tag along with Dad all summer, and hang with the pilot, Coronel Mills. Dad would go to meetings and Coronel Mills, would give us flying lessons. We would tradeoff who sat in the co-pilot seat, what a blast. This is probably why I love airplanes so much today.
312 Pineway Terrace
By: Tom Rossin Jr.
One day, Dad told us that he bought a new house. The house was very small, on 8 acres of Florida jungle land, with a chicken coup, that we were convinced was haunted. It was very scary. That did not last long. Each weekend Dad would go out and cut the 4 foot tall grass, which fried more than one lawnmower. Dad is a hard worker, and would not quit until the lawn was finished. Somewhere around that time, Dad met this “Hot,” girl who worked across the street from the bank at the Chamber of Com-
merce. The rest is history…. Dad and Joyce were married in a small ceremony at our new home on January 7, 1972 Joyce became my mother and her four children became our brothers (Rob, Sam, Andy) and sister (Sandi). We now had a family of 9. I still love Joyce’s hairdo from the wedding.
Dad was a good cook, but Joyce is a great cook. I still don’t know what Joyce was thinking to add four more boys to cook for (Dad, Al, Mike and me), especially Dad who loves to eat. It seemed
like Joyce cooked 24/7, and all in that tiny kitchen. Food was gone before it hit the table. Joyce also spent a lot of time at Miller’s Grocery Store, where she would fill up 3 carts of groceries. As very good customers, later Sam and I would have jobs at Miller’s to bag groceries. We would fight over who would assist Joyce and load the station wagon, as we knew she was an excellent tipper.
When not cooking or buying food for the gang, Joyce was constantly cleaning, with the washer and dryer running non-stop. I’m not sure if Joyce’s obsession with sweeping came before this time, or is a result of this time. To this day, Joyce still has her favorite pastime of sweeping. Maybe it is an obsessive/ compulsive disorder? No matter what, she loves it, and always has a great smile and positive energy when she partakes in the pastime.
I’m not sure how she managed it during this time, but Joyce continued to work. In fact, she was the Chief of Staff, for the owner of the Brazilian Court hotel in Palm Beach. At some point, our home
morphed into a mansion. Although they had tremendous responsibilities, Dad and Joyce had quite the social calendar. They would go out with friends or routinely attend some black tie event. It is possible that they lied to us, and really went to the movies or to the park to take a break, but we’ll never know. Most of these events were on Friday or Saturday nights, which meant that we were left home alone!!! When Dad and Joyce were away, Sam and I would take every opportunity to torture Rob and Mike or Al and Roy. We were not nice, sorry for being such a pain. There was an intercom system between Dad and Joyce’s room and the Bunk room, Sam and I would lock ourselves in the master bedroom and heckle our brothers non-stop. There were times when we had to stay locked in until Dad and Joyce returned, to ensure that we would live another day. We are lucky to be alive!
There are so many great memories from that house.
Jupiter 15
By: Tom Rossin Jr.
In addition to the 9 of us, we had another family member, THE JUPITER 15 (J-15). Dad got a deal from a foreclosure sale at the bank, and we welcomed the J-15 to the family. The J-15 must have travelled over a million miles on both land and sea. Occasionally, Dad would take us Boat Camping and nothing was left behind. Dad had a 5 page camping list. Too bad they didn’t have computers and spreadsheets back then. I remember one time, where Dad overfilled the boat, to probably 12 inches of freeboard. Of course this is the same day, when a large yacht with a huge wake would swamp us. Luckily we did not sink, but all of camping supplies were wet. At times we would pack up the J-15 and station wagon and off we would go to North Carolina to escape the South Florida heat. We stayed with Mr. and Mrs. Witt, who were super fun. I recall one time where we bet Mr. Witt would not jump off a huge bridge. We lost that bet…
When we were not betting on Mr. Witt’s crazy antics we would contribute to the 1970’s gas shortage by water skiing all day. On occasion, we would breakdown, run aground, or lose a tire on the trailer. You never knew what to expect, all awhile Dad and Joyce would take it in stride and never appeared to be stressed. We also brought the J-15 south, with trips to the Florida Keys, or trips to Cap’s Place in Ft. Lauderdale. Dad and Joyce were such trusting parents. that they would leave Sam, Andy and I off with the J-15, before Dad went to work. Yes, the J-15 served as a babysitter as well. We thought we were the coolest guys around. We would try to meet girls and take them to our yacht.
Dad and Joyce, what were you thinking?
Skiing And Drinking 101
By: Tom Rossin Jr.
My love of skiing began on my very first ski trip, when we as a family of 9, along with other Florida families traveled to Keystone, Co. During this first trip, I found my passion for skiing, that remains my favorite sport. The following year, the family of 9 traveled to Alta, Utah, and this started the tradition of ski trips.
Later, we would begin our trips to Sun Valley, usually as boy’s trips. At this point, I found alcohol, girls and Whiskey Jacques, but it was Al who lost the rental car. I could write an entire book on just these trips, but that is probably a bad idea.
My favorite ski trips were when Joyce and Dad would call me to say there was an airplane ticket waiting for me at the airport ticket counter (no elec-
tronic tickets then). We would ski Taos, Vail, Squaw, Steamboat Springs, and other resorts, but we were always drawn back to Sun Valley, because Granny Ellen lived there. All of this, and I didn’t have to pay. So spoiled….. Dad and Joyce are my best ski buddies. Joyce is always the most fun, and the life of the party, which is where I probably get it from. There is one time that I remember, coming home late, or should I say early AM, to find Joyce and her friends still partying. Dad and I got up and skied that day, but not Joyce. Joyce had a lunch date with Granny Ellen, which she showed up for, still tipsy from the night prior. LOL.
You can see why I love spending as much time as I do skiing.
Friday Night Lights
By: Tom Rossin Jr.
After I moved to California, Dad and Joyce would make frequent trips to see me, and during my high school years, they would travel out for most of my football games. These trips often meant early AM flights to arrive in time for the game, and red eye flights home, so Dad could be at work the next day. We all know how much Joyce loves football and cheering for her team. In fact Joyce, may have
won the award for being the loudest person in the stadium. There were a few times that Sam and Andy also made the trip west.
These visits provided the opportunity to see all that California had to offer, we would visit museums, and go to plays, there was never a dull moment. Too bad there were no frequent flyer miles back then.
Thank You
By: Tom Rossin Jr.
Dad and Joyce are the happiest when the whole family gets together, the more the merrier. Looking back, I remember Dad standing over the Barbecue cooking 50+ burgers, Joyce would make a huge salad, tons of corn on the cob, and 20 lbs of potatoes. Then they would play and swim with every grandkid for hours. I don’t understand how they always had time for each of us?
Writing these stories has given me
the opportunity to reflect on my life, the adventures we shared and how much I am truly loved. Dad and Joyce are the most generous, kind, loving, and exceptional people on Earth.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. It’s an honor and privilege to call you Mom and Dad.
Merry Christmas 2020 Love, Tommy
Christmas Getaways
By: Dawn Rossin
I’ll start my story at the beginning, when I first met the Rossin-Bouchlas Clan. I had been dating Tom Jr. for about 6 months. Tom and Joyce had not seen Tom, Jr, and the girls for some time, so they asked us to visit over the Christmas holidays, and Tom invited me to join. This was a big deal for me, as I had not missed a Christmas holiday with my family, ever.., and it was my opportunity to meet Tom’s Florida family. So off we were to South Florida for the Holidays.
In traditional Tom and Joyce fash-
ion, they met us at the airport, and even came to the gate to greet us (pre-9/11 days). My first impression was how warm, welcoming and down to earth they are. Tom Jr. had briefed me on who all of the family members were, and I tried to remember names, and which kids belong to which parents. So all was going well, so far…..
About two days into our Florida get away, for a reason that I still do not understand, Tom and Joyce decided that the family would have an outing to Jon-
athan Dickinson State Park. Sounds like great idea to get everyone out of the house, so everyone loaded into the infamous motorhome. I still do not understand how the entire family packed into one motor home, but seriously there must have been 12 kids, aged 7 and younger in that motorhome. If there were less kids, I wouldn’t know, because it felt like there were a hundred screaming kids that day. All the while, Tom and Joyce were in their element, you wouldn’t have known that there was a single loud child amongst the group. To top off the day, any day out with young kids had to include a trip to Chuck-E-Cheese. which of course meant, a motorhome of screaming kids, were let loose to run around the restaurant. Tylenol did not work for the headache that followed and to this day, I will not visit a Chuck E Cheese restaurant.
Although that first Christmas in South Florida, was our last Christmas in sunny Florida, we are fortunate to have many more Tom and Joyce holiday stories from our trips to the colder and snowier locales. The immediate year after our Florida Christmas, for another unknown reason, Tom, Sr, flew to Los Angeles to make a road trip with the California family to Sun Valley, ID. Five of us piled into small car, filled with ski gear and wrapped Christmas presents for another grand adventure. The mystery remains why Tom Sr., flew 6 hours to Los Angeles to drive for 14 hours to Idaho , rather than meeting us in Sun Valley??? For many years to follow, Tom and Joyce would celebrate Christmas with the Florida families, jump on a plane and then join the California gang for a snowy few days. There are many stories from those snowy holidays in Sun Valley, like the massive New Year’s snow storm leaving cars stuck in the road, and no power in the entire town. Some years we would
be joined with the extended Florida family, and in other years, it would be just the six of us. No matter the circumstance, Joyce always seemed to have the most fun, even if she was sitting in the ski lodge meeting new friends. One particular memory was during a warmer Christmas week, when the snow turned to rain, but undeterred by the wetter than normal mountain, Rebecca and Victoria refused to stop snowboarding. Of course Tom Sr., skied the entire day with them in the pouring rain. Joyce and I, had other plans, and spent the day getting some retail therapy. When Joyce and I returned, we found Tom Jr, at the bar, dry as can be, and Tom Sr looking as though he had jumped into a swimming pool with all of his ski gear on, while Rebecca and Victoria chanted, “One More Run Grandpa!”
Tom and Joyce
By: Rebecca Walters
I have so many fond memories of you both when my sister and I would fly over to Florida to visit every summer. It is strange to me how we can live so far away but I still feel very close with you both.
I have always had such a love for Florida. The weather is moist, the beaches are beautiful, thunderstorms are prevalent, but mostly we have so many family members there. When I would step off the airplane having arrived in Florida a wave of familiarity would rush over. The smells are tropical and mostly the weather, but then Grandpa Tom and Grandma Joyce would be there every single time to greet us. I wouldn’t have to worry, both Grandpa Tom and Grandma Joyce are so reliable.
I can’t remember the first time we
got on a plane to Florida, all I can remember is that we have always been coming. My dad, Dawn, sister and I would come for about a week every summer. What was really special was when my sister and I would start coming by ourselves. Grandpa Tom and Grandma Joyce would pay for our plane tickets, food and anything we wanted. We would have the guest room all to ourselves. You both have always been so generous.
When I think of Florida I think of Mayacoo. Grandpa Tom would wake us up early, because it gets so hot, and take us out to play tennis. I was never really a tennis player but I would give it a go because Victoria played tennis and it was always a blast. Then we would always swim at the pool and have a snack. Grandpa Tom was a great tennis player and such a
patient teacher.
I used to love hanging out with different cousins every day. Grandpa Tom and Grandma Joyce used to make plans and drive us then pick us up whenever we needed. I loved going on a boat out to Peanut Island. One time Danielle and Christiana took my sister and I to a Toby Keith concert. I loved going to the movies with Rachel and Chelsea in downtown Palm Beach and walking around the stores until late at night. Keith and Kyle brought my sister and I to one of their high school parties once.
One time my sister and I were driving with Grandpa Tom and Grandma Joyce in the car coming back from a day on someone’s boat and you played a trick on us. Grandma Joyce was not fooled because she had heard them a time or two. You told us a while back we were running low on gas but you were going to risk it.
Then you started making strange stops pretending to run out of gas. Then you stopped on the side of the road and were really serious and the whole time Grandma Joyce just didn’t believe you. But you insisted until you had us all fooled. You were pretending to call people, looking under the car. Just as we were all freaking out, you said “got ya. Finally the running out of gas trick worked.”
We have also had countless trips to Sun Valley, Idaho together when I was a young girl. Grandpa Tom and Grandma Joyce would take us to Dollar mountain and get us hot coco and ski with my sister and I.
Not only did we visit, but Grandpa Tom and Grandma Joyce would also come out to California to visit.
I was voted homecoming princess in my high school and you both got last minute plane tickets to come out and see me
cheerleading at a football game then walk down the football field as homecoming princess. We had a memorable trip driving up the California coast through Big Sur and San Francisco. Now every time I stop and surf at Willow Creek with my husband and kids I remember the time we went there.
When you both visited California most recently you met both of your great-grandkids Carter and Reed. Carter (the oldest) was only 3 at the time and he could’t understand why both Grandpas were named Tom. When he finally saw
your faces after all the anticipation he said “well that is easy to recognize, that is Grandma Joyce and The Old Grandpa Tom.”
I really appreciate all you have done for my sister and I over the years and couldn’t ask for better or more loving grandparents, even across the country. You both lead through example not just talk in family life, work ethic, humility, and unbiased advice. I love you both!!!!!!!!!!
Love Rebecca
Tom and Joyce
By: Cole Walters
Dear Grandpa Tom and Grandma Joyce, I really appreciate when you flew me and my whole family out to Florida for your own party. You allowed me to experience a different part of America that I probably would have never gotten to. We spent the first half of the week exploring all of Florida. We rented a car and drove to the Everglades to see alligators. Then we drove to the keys and got to pretend like we were boaters down in Florida. We took out stand up paddle boards and swam in the water for days. Then we ended in Key West, which was an awesome experience. The whole trip made me want to bring our boat down to Florida one day. The second half of the week we spent hanging with the big family. You are so lucky to get to live so close to your big family that you have created. Your big party was a blast and I got to meet all the family members. Thank you so much for the amazing memories I made in Florida!!!!
Love, Cole Walters
Trip to Florida
By: Carter Walters
When we were in Florida, we went on a fan boat and saw lots of alligators. It was very fun. Old Grandpa Tom and Grandma Joyce bought us plane tickets so the whole family could have a fun vacation. I also loved eating unlimited ice cream from the ice cream machine. I still have a belly ache.
Time Travel
By: Reed Walters
I want to give the Portal to old Grandpa Tom and Grandma Joyce, so they can come visit me anytime.
The Portal
By: Reed Walters
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An Unforgettable Storm
By: Victoria Rossin
The year, I don’t remember, and the place I’ll never forget, Sun Valley! It was in my younger years, probably 10 or 11, and as tradition we were up skiing for Christmas break. This year was special for a few reasons, firstly we had the grandparents with us and we also had the biggest dump I’ve ever seen hit Bald mountain.
There’s something special about a big storm day. The anticipation the night before, the magical sight of watch-
ing flakes the size of quarters falling all around you, and the surprising silence that can be found among what seems like such chaos.
My sister and I had talked Grandpa Tom into hanging out near Seattle ridge while we took another lap in the bowls. As we were riding up the slow triple chair Bowl Lift it seemed as if the mountain around us had shut down. People were nowhere to be seen. The silence was only
occasionally interrupted by the clattering of the old chair going over the shives as we slowly inches up the mountain. Snowflakes, previously quarter sized, had now turned into monstrous golf ball sized white fluffy clusters of pure powder. The chairlift stopped for what seemed like forever, had they forgotten about us? All I could think about was how incredible the ride down was going to be, a cherp from the radio made us realize that it was probably time to start heading back to the condo.
Grandpa was on the other end wondering what had happened to us. The lift got going again and we informed him “we would be down soon.” Once at the top we strapped in and began one of the most unforgettable runs I have ever taken. Two young kids, the only two left out snowboarding in chest deep powder. The snow was falling so fast it seemed to cover our tracks seconds after we laid them. As my sister and I tumbled our way down to the bottom we were greeted by a big smile looking back up the hill at us! It’s probably time we get back I bet everyone is worrying. We made the journey back to the condo to find that town had shut down due to the storm.
The plows couldn’t keep up, cars were left in the middle of Main Street. Power was out through town, the only thing left open by its own generators was The Pioneer. As we settled in for the night Dad, Dawn, Grandpa Tom, Grandma Joyce, Rebecca, and Myself all I could think about is what tomorrow would bring.
The Art of Beating Your Grandkids at Tennis
By: Victoria Rossin
This was the year, it had to be. I had now been on the varsity high school tennis team for a few years and had been practicing daily for the past season. I had played against other schools back in California and had beaten quite a few opponents. So I thought, this was the year I would finally beat Grandpa.
As a teen we would go out to Grandpa Tom and Grandma Joyce’s nearly every summer to visit the family. A big part of this summer trip always included the grueling tennis matches between Grandpa Tom and the grandkids. The partners would change and rotate as the years went on, Keith and Kyle, Danielle, Jeremy, and of course always my sister Rebecca. No matter who was playing one thing was always the same, Grandpa would win.
We walked over towards the Mayacoo courts I was feeling confident, I had brought my own racket with me on the
plane so I would be playing with what I was used to. My tennis shoes were tied tight, but I was already sweating like crazy from that unnatural Florida humidity. It was routine even though we had not been on the courts since last summer. Fill up a glass of ice cold water, claim a sweat towel to dry off the sweat that has already begun to pour off my face, set our things down under the cabana, and head on out to the courts.
The first couple warm up balls were feeling good, but of course that is because grandpa is hitting them directly to me. Back and forth and back and forth. We all get a good warm up, at the net, a few good rallies, as we rotate through the positions grandpa is giving us good balls placed to be returned and the rallies continue. A break under the cabana and I am feeling great, we are all sweating now the heat is so extreme compared to California. Feeling warmed up it is time to start the
M or W? W it is and I get to choose. I know grandpa’s serves are basically unreturnable so I decide to serve. As the serve goes over it is returned with greater acceleration, back and forth, back and forth. Grandpa hits it to the right, I return, he hits it to the left, I return, he hits it to the far back right, I run back and barely get it over, he hits it short left, I keep running. So now the sincere playing has begun, no more nicely placed shots like in warm up. It seems like everytime he returns the ball it is in the complete opposite direction of where I am. Sweating like crazy now, and of course it seems as if grandpa has only moved about three feet in either direction.
A tough first round, but I am still hanging in there. Time for the serve return. That confidence that was so high walking onto the courts is slowly diminishing, but I stay focused. You have to stay focused when grandpa’s serve is up. One goes past, 0-15. Next serve, I get a racket on it but the ball goes into the next court over, 0-30. Focus, serve, returned right to him and the ball is back on my side far left, 0-45. It’s unstoppable. It seems like so little effort is put in, but that ball goes exactly to where I can’t return it. I guess that is what years of tennis will do, get those grandkids running in circles out on the court.
ANDY CARLA KENDALL SHAN HADLEY GRANT
A Family Fond
By: Andrew Bouchlas
The story of this great union began on Pineway Terrace when Joyce and Tom formed a more perfect union by combining two small families into one large family of nine.
It all started when I would listen for hours to the clickety-clack of the typewriter as my mother worked away at her job at the Chamber of Commerce in Riviera Beach. We waited patiently for Tom to cross the road from the bank to say hello. That was the first time I met this sharpdressed man in a suit and tie. As time went by, I traveled to the
Pineway compound for the first time. As we drove down the driveway my eyes were as big as saucers. I asked my mom if we were going to live here. The answer was yes. I met Tommy first, he showed me a closet filled with his toys. They were the finest toys I had ever seen. Forts made of real wood, skillfully made cowboys and Indians. I was excited to play with them. As we walked around the rest of the property, I saw the football field where many games were played, the tennis court where Tom patiently taught all of us to play tennis.
As we settled in it became obvious changes needed to be made. My grandfather built a kitchen booth similar to what you might find in a diner. We all ate there every night. I can remember chicken and pork chops stacked high on large plates ready to be devoured. Mike could eat 15 pork chops by himself. It was like feeding a small army every night.
We traveled all over the United States with 12 Hours of Sebring on the itinerary every year. It was a wonderful time, the sound of the roaring engines, the incredible chili we ate at the camp site. The twenty man tent we slept in. One
of so many wonderful family trips.
As the years went by, we began spending more and more time in NC. Whether it was summer camp or spending our summers on the lake water skiing or listening to the frogs croak all night. We usually drove all night; during those 12 hour drives Tom loved discussing history and politics. I developed a lifelong love of those subjects from those discussions. During one trip we thought it would be fun to go white-water rafting in NC. The experience was a blast until we came to the last rapid which was about a 15 foot fall. I didn’t want to do it. My mother talked me into it. My greatest nightmare came true as the rapid flipped all of us out of the raft. Tommy somehow climbed back in quickly pulling me and my mom along with him. Unfortunately, we couldn’t lift Tom back into the raft. As we crashed
into the remaining rocks of the rapid, Tom repeatedly absorb the bulk of the collision between rock and raft.
As I entered high school and began dating, Tom would ride around in the back of the car with a pillow for sleeping while I took my date to a movie.
Mom meanwhile kept a tight rein on activity back home. Whether it was paying bills, cooking, managing a small staff or constantly sweeping, my mom was up to the task. As a voracious reader, mom knocked off a book a week. I never knew how she kept up that pace.
Tom always loved lights. Before the large parties they would throw, I would help Tom replace the flood lights in the hedge and around the trees. The house and landscape lit up like a Christmas tree. The house always looked beautiful thanks to Tom’s diligent effort.
After Kendall and Hadley were born, they always took an interest in their granddaughter’s lives. Tom taught Kendall how to play tennis so she could make the team in high school. Mom and Tom never missed a basketball game of Hadley’s. They attended every event or activity Kendall or Hadley were involved in as they grew up. Needless to say, they were very active in all of their grandkid’s lives. You both are the grease for all of the moving parts of a large family. Your unwavering commitment to each of us is a testament of your love and patience. You both somehow found a way to make it work with all the varying personalities while at the same time closely protecting the family unit. I want to say from the bottom of my heart, thank you for all of your love and support over the years. Job well done!
A Poem
By: Andrew Bouchlas
A father’s strength, a mother’s love, where did this union begin I asked above. Her nurturing way, made him say, how love was lost but now is found.
Bills, kids, a mighty fight, doom in the night found a gathering light. Challenges, worries, a frightful sight. Somehow this family settled in for the night.
Education, careers with all their glory, couldn’t replace the love from that first night. Faithful creatures, desperate moments, generous hearts; a family found is prayers answered, be mine tonight is all he said.
Thank You
By: Kendall Mehta
Thank you for standing by my side and supporting every decision I make. It’s nice to know that as I’m deciding who I want to be and where I want to end up, I will have unconditional support and love from you.
Thank you for sending me cards every Christmas and Birthday. They not only put a smile on my face but remind me just how much you care.
Thank you for basically turning your homes into mini museums of our family. From baby to graduation pictures, they remind me of all of our memories and offer me a sense of comfort that I can’t find
anywhere else.
Thank you for raising my Dad and instilling positive values in him. Because of you, he has provided Hadley and I with so much love and support.
Thank you for making sure I never (ever, ever, ever) leave your house hungry. Whether it’s a big holiday or just a pop-in visit, I’m always guaranteed to be treated like royalty and fed amazing food.
Thank you for always putting family before yourselves and showing us how generous people can be. You never miss an opportunity to provide for others, and it is truly admirable.
Thank you for making sure all of your grandchildren feel equally loved and supported, even if that means going to four sports games in one weekend.
Thank you for being grandparents I can laugh, have fun and keep secrets with, like when Beeba took Hadley and I to a real farm and let us hold a baby monkey! Thank you for showing me what it means to rely on God and practice my faith. Your constant prayers mean everything to me and have helped me through difficult times in life.
Thank you for always including Shan
as a member of the family. You have always been so generous with your love towards him and he considers you both to be the grandparents he never had. These thank you’s don’t even begin to describe the love and gratitude I have for you, Meema & Beeba. You all mean more to me than you’ll ever know, so thank you for just being you.
The Love You Give
By: Hadley Bouchlas
There truly are not enough words in the English language to fully express how much you both mean to me. The unconditional love and support that I have received from you both have shaped me into the person I am today. I would not have pursued higher education and felt I could succeed in the capacity that I have. I look back on every intellectual conversation, every heart to heart, every moment of tough love and I feel immense joy and gratitude.
Meema, your compassion is unlike anything I have ever witnessed. The way that you care so deeply for your family
and their wellbeing and happiness is unmatchable. I am lucky enough to witness and receive the love that pours out from your heart and saturates everything and everyone around you.
Beeba, you have been a mentor, a role model, and a best friend to me throughout it all. You believed in me when I did not even believe in myself. You mean the whole world to me.
It brings me to tears to think of where I would be without you two caring for me and loving me.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. For everything. I love you.
EXTENDED FAMILY
My First Checking Account
By: Rob Chadwell
I think I’m the only person ever to have their personal checking account setup and established by the President and CEO of the bank. I moved back to Florida from California in 1986 and Tom and Joyce welcomed me with open arms and great generosity. I spent many Christmases at Pineway Terrace and always felt accepted with heartfelt delight. In 1986 I stopped by Flagler National Bank to open my first checking account and fig-
ured I would stop by Tom Rossin’s office first to say hello. Much to my surprise, Tom personally filled out all the forms and initiated my account. Today that is my same checking account and every time I write a check I think of Tom and hope he knows that I never once bounced a check or overdrew my account. Thank you Tom and Joyce for making me feel such a welcomed member of the family.
The Players
By: Wendy Fernsell
It has been said that life isn’t about holding all the cards, but how you play the cards in your hand. I know raising 7 kids together was never easy, but you all did it and managed to stay married and beat the odds. You exhibit respect for each other and love to those lucky enough to call you family. You inspire others to always be humble and kind. You have touched many lives and I am blessed to be one of them. You have managed to stay together and play together, whether it’s tennis, pickleball, scrabble or cards. I remember coming to the house on Pineway Terrace when Andy and I were first dating. We had dinner and then a game of “Balderdash.” When Tom chose the word “lobcock” to define, he could not stop giggling and then when he gave the definition as “a lobster’s private parts,” I thought we would all wet our pants. I don’t remember a time when I have laughed so hard. I think I fell in love with you two that
night. You really are so much fun to be with! You have played your cards well and are now reaping your well earned rewards. You are the best grandparents my girls could ask for and the most wonderful inlaws. Whether in person or far away, you manage to be the life of the party. And though you don’t hold all the cards, you have a winning hand.
Joyce and Tom
By: Carm
Upon retiring from Honeywell in Broward County, Bunny and I followed Kim and relocated to West Palm Beach. When it came to choosing a bank, Kim brought us to Flagler National Bank to open our accounts. As we walked in, Tom was in his office and Kim introduced us. Bunny and I sat in his office and had a pleasant visit. I remember being so impressed that he was such a down-to-earth person, and I was honored by the care he gave us. I did not realize at the time that was the beginning of a wonderful, loving friendship with Tom and Joyce.
As time went by, Allen became our son-in-law. Family get togethers and Sunday dinners began which were very heartwarming to Bunny and me. Tom and Joyce, you were always so kind and helpful to Bunny during her last few years and I want you to know how much I appreciated your kindness. The Sunday dinners and other family gatherings were so special to me because of the wonderful, loving friendship that evolved with the both
of you. It also brought the “kids” into a loving family atmosphere. There was an event that holds an incredibly special memory for me. Tom was being honored by the Forum Club of the Palm Beaches Exemplary Elected Official award. I sat at the family table with Allen, Kim, Joyce, and other family members. Tom was on stage seated at the head table with many other state and public dignitaries. After all the introductions and history of Tom’s many careers and his significant contributions to the community, he got up to speak. He was funny, entertaining and his life was so interesting. I felt proud to think that was my special friend up there. As time passes, my friendship and love for Joyce and Tom have become even more special. Like myself, Joyce and Tom have a deep love for their children and grandchildren. We are blessed. My love will always be there for you – my dear friends.
The Turnover Chain
By: Michele May & Eric Elwell
Tom and Joyce hold a very special place in our hearts. We know we can always look to them for a smile. One memory we have is their passion for college football (GO CANES!) or for Joyce any team or sport. We love watching her cheer on both teams during the game because it didn’t matter who won; she just
loved to watch. One year for Christmas we wanted to do something special for Tom - make him his very own turnover chain. He opened it with a big smile and wore it the whole night with pride. Thank you for always making us feel like part of your family. We love you!
It’s A Small World
By: Kevin & Sarah Elwell
To say this is a small world is an understatement. Who would have known that all of those years ago, the Crisers, Elwells and Rossins would one day be family with generational connections from days at Palm Beach High School to playdates with Uncle Edward and now us joining the family as a further extension of your lasting legacy.
The example of family and love that you both have set over all of these years
is unmatched. It is the reason your family continues to grow and stay connected no matter where we may be living or what stage of life we may be in. We are incredibly lucky to have you in our lives and look forward to the day when we can gather around the dinner table to share stories once again. We love you!
Love, Kevin, Sarah, Maggie Grace and George
Tom and Joyce
By: Bill and Judy Munro
With a “cast of thousands” writing to you, thought we would make this a bit short and to the point....Our friendship has never wavered. It goes back as far as high school (for Bill and Joyce) and our times together will always make us laugh, cry and smile.
In counting, we think we have been to at least four countries, ten states...plus, 38 years coming to join us at The River, Disney World, the Space Center...and who knows where else together. Traveling with you two is like putting on an old pair of shoes; hard to describe but nothing will ever feel better! It sounds weird, but you
two are the only friends with whom we would ever travel. Easy, not complicated, always “on the same page.” We enjoy every moment, treasure every adventure and always laugh afterwards, regardless of the event (that part we could write a book about).
We look forward to more times together. It will come. Thank you for all you do for us. True friends are hard to find. We are so glad we have you. We love you.
And yes, Joyce, that was a giant Halibut and Tom, you did win the ice fishing tournament.
