Listed Post(s): 7
||Herb and Inga
Sinakin (brother and sister-in-law)
William Sinakin (nephew)
02, 2002 7:26 PM
||We were very fortunate to
have Jerry as a brother-in-law and uncle.
He was not only a good friend but also helped us a great deal with his medical
recommendations both for ourselves and our patients.
Jerry's Yeshiva background made him a valuable source of advice on such matters as Kaddush
In addition, his knowledge of home and auto repairs was very helpful.
He shared his skills in preparing scientific presentations and writing scientific papers.
He was a lover of fine art and an avid naturalist. We remember an autumn some years ago
when we met Sylvia and Jerry in Cape May. While Inga went shopping with Sylvia, I went
bird watching with Jerry. I had never done this before. It was fascinating to observe the
birds through binoculars from a location in southern Cape May, all the more appreciated
because of Jerry's ability to recognize the different species.
The memories of his many accomplishments and fine qualities should serve as a source of
comfort to his family and friends.
Herb and Inga Sinakin (brother and sister-in-law)
William Sinakin (nephew)
||Nancy Lem, Esq.
||Monday, October 21,
2002 5:24 PM
||I am Dr. Nissenbaum's
former daughter-in-law. However, I still called him "Dad" after my marriage to
Gary ended, because I could not bring myself to call him anything else. (In fact, I still
call my former mother-in-law "Mom").
The website is wonderful because it shows what a truly unique individual Dad was. Whenever
I think of him, I remember someone who was possessed of wisdom. He knew about so many
things and shared his knowledge gracefully: from medicine to science to plumbing to the
canal system of New Jersey to cameras to ancient history, and so many other topics I could
exhaust the megabyte space on the website. He knew it all. He was always curious to learn
new things and embraced the acquisition of knowledge.
I remember him fondly.
||Monday, November 18,
2002 6:32 PM
was my cousin, the husband of Sylvia, my Uncle
Richie and aunt's Florry's daughter. I have known Jerry all of my life, now approaching 45
years. As a fellow Jersey City inhabitant during my
childhood, we (my parents, sister, and I) spent a great deal of nice family time with
Jerry, Sylvia, Gary, Eliot, and Robert Samuel. I often overheard my mother speaking with
Sylvia over the phone, planning some upcoming family engagement. Our families were close.
I often encountered Jerry in religious situations, the most famous
being the family Seders, whether the event was held at my Uncle Richie's and Aunt Flo's
home, my home, or finally, at Jerry and Sylvia's home. These Seders were a big deal and it
was important to Jerry and the entire family that the Seder be run just right. I believe
Jerry truly enjoyed these family times and I have many warm memories of these events.
I also remember Jerry from a medical context, for it was he who cared
for our family in times of medical emergencies as well as simple check-ups and the like.
Jerry was always available to care for my folks and I will always appreciate him for that.
Thank you, Jerry.
You are now, I am sure, under the care of the Almighty in Gan Eden. My
prayers go out to you.
||Gary D. Nissenbaum,
||Sunday, December 1,
2002 10:54 PM
My father was a powerful man who gripped life with both hands and would not let go.
He had the range and intelligence to harness and direct his enormous strength to delicate
undertakings: the subtlety of healing disease; the gentleness of relieving suffering. He
toiled without respite in that always-losing battle to stave off the deterioration and
death that is our common destiny. He used his will and enormous physical stamina to keep
pushing that rock up the hill day after day, only to see it roll down again, as over time,
his patients ultimately went the way of all flesh, and God laughed. Yet, he would
rededicate himself the very next day to that effort. And it is in that toiling, without
respite, that he showed the best of himself, the best of humanity.
a physician who never gave up. He took that irascible, lumbering leviathan called disease;
grabbed it by the scruff of the neck; and forced it to move away for the time being. How
many patients and their families gained resolve from knowing that their physician had that
kind of fortitude? How many of them were, in some measure, eased of their suffering simply
by knowing that a man like Dr. Nissenbaum
was running interference for them?
all so alone, and at no time more than when
we stare down a path along which our bodies begin to fail us. But there he would be, when
he was needed most, reaching down to grab a hand and lead toward a different path. And he
would not let go.
He was dedicated to excellence; he had an inner strength and force of will that
informed everything he did. It was hard sometimes for a son to live up to that standard.
Perhaps none of us really did. Yet, he showed the three of us the way. And there is still
A son cannot measure the life of his father, for a son cannot truly ever know his
father. A man holds things back from his son; he seeks to show only certain parts of
himself, to set an example. Yet, perhaps the rest of my father is seeded within me, and if
that is so, then as the years pass, I will come to know him better. And I will come to
respect him more.
Gary D. Nissenbaum
||Aunt Hannah &
Uncle Sidney Nissenbaum
19, 2002 1:30 PM
Whenever we think of our distinguished nephew Dr. Gerald Nissenbaum, the pungent question
comes to mind: Why did God choose one individual and endow him with such an abundance of
intellectual prowess and power?
Yehudah (we always called him by his Hebrew name) had a
brilliant mind that appeared to possess a reservoir of knowledge, whether it was medical,
scientific or down to earth in the domestic area in plumbing, automobiles, etc.
immense understanding of every facet of human life was incomparable. His brain appeared to
possess a warehouse of facts covering all areas, diverse, yet vital and alive with probing
It was a
special privilege to know him. As our beloved nephew, we shared so much of life from his
early childhood to his professional career.
Our memories of Yehudah are indeed so inspiring, that they reach the realm of the sublime!
("Sandy") C. Goldman
||Mon 2/3/2003 1:20 PM
Dr. Nissenbaum was one of the kindest, brightest, nicest men I ever knew. Spending
Shabbatt at Harry Speira's house (do you know him?) with Gerry, Sylvia, and a few others
is a gorgeous memory of my younger days.
That it was all more than 50 years
ago is incomprehensible. It seems like yesterday....
Samuel ("Sandy") C. Goldman