“Teacher, teacher,” I called out desperately, waving my arms up high.
“What is it Oscar,” she said crossly.
“May I leave the room please?” I implored.
“This is not a kindergarten, you are old enough to control yourself, you will just have to wait.” She said through tight lips.
My eyes exuded hate as nature stained my trousers
oscar colman
Age:87,feel like 97, think like 57
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Joe, my grandson
Grandson Yaniv at 4 months
Chaim, Valerie with their son, our grandson, Yaniv
Chaim(grandson) and his son Yaniv
Anna,Elie,Sophia and Zahra
Grandson Elie and Zahra
Anna(Elie's wife) and Sophia
Zahra + Sophia (great grandchildren)
Elie and Anna's kids Sophia + Zahra
Grandson Elie
Oscar and Marcia Colman (nee Marcia Rotchtin)
grandsons Zohar, Chaim and Joe
granddaughter Sarah
Zohar, my grandson
Top Left: brother Philip and brother Harry,bottom Left: me(age 13 or 14) and our dad Joseph
My three children, Audrey, Steven and Anita
Marcia and I with grandson Joey in younger days
My brother Phillip, my sister Claire and me
Marcia, my lovely wife, nee Marcia Rotchtin
me in the middle,my son( right) and grandson(left)
maybe around 1980?
me, duringWW2 in Normandy with dog friend
me and army buddy in Holland during WW2
me(age 18) with parents and cousin before going overseas
me(age 10,11?),my sister Claire and brother Phillip
me(age9?) with brother Phillip,sister Annie(back) and niece Shirley
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