ROSENBERG
IAN DAVID
Age 65, suddenly on Tuesday, August 5, 2014. Beloved husband of 41 years to Theresa (Farrell) Rosenberg; loving father of Matthew D. Rosenberg, Kiersten R. Rosenberg and Alison J. Rosenberg; son of the late Max and Rose Rosenberg; brother of the late Reneé Oringer, Devorah Crouse and Marilyn Potter; brother-in-law of Leroy Potter; also survived by many nieces and nephews. Chief Perfusionist at Allegheny General Hospital and a member of the State Board of Osteopathic Medicine. He will be forever loved and dearly missed by many. Friends will be received at RALPH SCHUGAR CHAPEL, INC., 5509 Centre Avenue, Shadyside, on Thursday, August 7, 2014, 6-9 p.m. and Friday, August 8, 2014, 9-11 a.m. NO Services following visitations. Interment Private. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to
, P.O. Box 15120, Chicago, IL 60693 or Western PA Humane Society, 1101 Western Avenue, Pittsburgh, PA 15233.
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Howie Gordon
Haven't seen Ian since we graduated Allderdice in '66, but spent about three years sitting next to him in the tuba section of various levels of the band. He could actually play a little . . . whereas they kept me around just for the symmetry of having five tubas on the stage, but I was forbidden to actually play during the concerts. I had to pretend blow. By and large, being in the tuba section itself was like being a member of the Gomer Pyle Fan Club. Except for Morrie Selickman (sp?), who was the Mozart wunderkind of all tubists, the rest of us were pretty much considered the doofuses of the band, the comic relief. Being around Ian was always a lot of fun. He had a ready smile and a good heart. The warmth of such memories clearly last a lifetime as I feel them now even after a 48 year hiatus. Good luck wherever you is now, Ian, I'm sure you're making it a better place! Howie Gordon, the 5th tuba.
Sheila Levine (Fudge)
Very sad. I remember him as being a really nice guy.
David Robert Bliwas
My heart broke off a bit when I heard this news .... high school years were difficult for me with very few memories that I hold dear .... but I treasured my friendship with Ian... I treasured that gift then and have continued to treasure that connection all these years later ... Ian had alot of friends those years ... and I can't explain how lucky I felt and how grateful I was to have been included in his close circle ... The last contact from him was a request from him several years ago .... to see if I could give some aid and assistance to a troubled friend that he wasn't able to reach by himself ... he was selflessly thoughtful and kind and caring and giving in exactly just that way .... anyway ... my life was richer for having known Ian ... and I'm certain he'll be rewarded and comforted in the next world for the love and the humor that he manifested in this one ...
Martin Scoratow
I knew Ian from the time we entered Davis School. He always had a smile. Best memory of Ian was in Mr. Trumbulls algebra class. We were passing the X-Rated book "Candy" around when Mr. Trumbull came up to Ian & never rasing his voice said, "Mr. Rosenberg, what do you have there." Ian handed him the book, Mr. Trumbull looked at it & said "This is not Algebra" & started to walk away without returning the book. Ian piped up, "That's OK Mr. Trumbull, it's not my book". Mr. Trumbull turned around as he reached the front of the room & said, "I am very mad". in the same tone of voice as if he were teaching.
Louis Alpern
Ian and I worked together at Food Fair (? Farm). Always was willing to swap shifts and always had a smile that made those hours sweeping floors, stocking shelves or whatever pass more quickly. A genuinely good guy. RIP Ian. Lou AlpernLois Fink
Though I did not know Ian very well, the news of his passing really hit hard. Yet another of our classmates that I wouldn't be able to meet if he had chosen to come to the 50th reunion. Our class is definitely getting smaller and everytime someone is taken it reminds me how precious life is, not to be taken for granted, Ian, wishing you peace. From the words of classmates who did know you, this world is definitely not as bright as when you were here.
Buddy Klemp
Today is a sad day in my life as my friend Ian who I walked to school with passed. He was a true gentleman and a most loyal son. The way he took care of his ailing mother was love personified. He worked several jobs jut to make sure there was food on the table for his mom and the sister that lived at home Marilyn. The fun times we had at Ian's were priceless as he made everyone at home and there was laughter in his home.No matter what was going on in his life he was happy and telling jokes and making everyone want to hang out with him more and more. I also want to extend my sincerest condoences to his wife and children for their loss and pray that the future will be better. I don't know of anyone that Ian didn't like, he treated everyone as an equal.
A class act has departed from this Earth, but he will be welccomed with open arms in heaven. I feel so blessed to say that Ian was my friend and one that I will miss terribly.
We called him "BIG RED" in grade school as Ian was the tallest kid with bright red hair.
My love is with you my dear friend and thank-you for all of the good times we had together--they were priceless.
Buddy Klemp
Steven Sondheimer
When Ian and I were together my Mom would recall us being born at Montifiore at the same time and Ian's older sister was a nurse on the maternity ward. Knew Ian at Davis and Colfax and fond memories as Buddy said, lots of sports together. Hillard always worked with Ian on math. Ian was justly proud of his pioneering work as a perfusionist at the dawn of open heart surgery.
Steven Sondheimer
Ian would be 75 years old this weekend. I was looking at the rememberances from 9 years ago and smiling thinking about us growing up at Davis, Colfax and Allderdice. A good person.
Martin Scoratow
Steve, thanks fo eminding me about Ian. We went from Davis tto Colfax, to Allderdice together; we even went t Shaara Torah Hebew School together. We'd call each othe Cuz, because Ian's mothe told us nce that my great- gandfather & his grreat- grandmother were brothe & siister.