Karl Goodman, looking like Tony Saproano, with his son in law, Jay Holstein, looking like, Pauly walnuts, and son Ariel Goodman looking like, little Tony! Actually we were in NYC, for my neices' (Esty Goodman Bruck) engagement party! It was a one day trip, but my father rented a hotel room for the day, so he could, "have his own toilet!"

My father, and 4 of my favoriate brothers, all dressed up for Tamir's Bar Mitzvah! From LtoR; Tamir Goodman, Karl Goodman, Adi Goodman, Chen Goodman, Ariel Goodman!

During one of  my fathers regular visits to my house, holding my son, Akiva! Everytime he came over, i would make him a "nice hot drink." After handing him the drink my father would say, "Thanks Bubie." Then he would start singing his favorite Zaydie song, " a tsu tsu tsu, bug in the sugar bowl, two by two!"

My father as a 17 month old baby, November, 1939, in front of his fathers grocery store in Baltimore, MD. Notice the sign in the background; "Goodman's" When we were little kids, my father would bring us to his father's store, every Sunday, and let us pick out any toy we wanted! Then he would tell us stories of how he worked in the store as a kid. I'll never forget how I looked forward to Sunday's with my father.

The James Dean of Park Height Avenue, my father was movie star handsome!

Me and my father out on our regular Thursday night, dinner date.

I wrote this poem for a ad placed in the donor book, for a banquet held in honor of my father, and his unwavering support for Chabad. The gala dinner was attended by nearly 500 people, from politicians, and lawyers, to clients, and clergy. Everyone who  came in contact with my father, fell immediately in love with him. He carried a confidence of personality, not of arrogance, but of genuine welcoming warmth.

Karl H. Goodman Attorney at Law;
Our father, our Zaydie, hero to all,

He walked us to Shul, in good weather or bad;
He was there for us, when we were happy or sad,

His bedtime stories, we loved to hear;
We re-tell to our own children, year after year,

His stories about serving in the Navy, and about the law;
Nine of us, all gathered around, straining to hear it all,

We laughed so hard, crying from delight;
Our father, who made Shabbos, fill with heavenly light,

He took us too many places, both near and far;
We traveled together, packed tightly in the car,

The best Totty, Mentor, Zaydie, and friend,
From all nine of us to him;
With great love and affection, he is our gift from Hashem

My father in his office, at his desk, during a typical work day. The hat and messy desk are part of his signiture look! But he always knew where everything was, and if someone cleaned his desk, he would not be happy.

This picture was taken in April, 1959, my father had sat down on the steps of his home to study for Law School. I don't know why he decided to sit on the steps and study, but it makes for a beautiful shot.

Memories, and stories about my father; aka; Ishtov

Memorial Letter in honor of my father Karl H. Goodman, by Sherri Goodman Holstein
Karl H. Goodman, Attorney at law, our father, our Zaydie, hero to all;
I wrote those words as part of a longer poem, for a gala dinner, given by Chabad of Park Heights, in honor of my father. Who knew that only 5 months later, my dear father would suddenly pass away in the prime of his life?
My father had so many endearing qualities, he exuded confidence, he had movie star-looks, his skills as a lawyer are legendary, and his sense of humor could rival any professional comedian. A line from his court-room humor even made it into a movie that was being shot in Baltimore called, "And Justice For All." So the story goes, my father was representing a hardened criminal in a jury trial who was caught red handed stealing. At the end of the trial, which he obviously was losing, the Judge asked, "Goodman, is there anything good you can say about your client; After pausing for a moment, my father answered, "Yes your honor, he's an avid Colts fan." The court room erupted in laughter, and my father got his client reduced sentence.
He saw the true way of life; he lived truth, and was admired for it. When he walked into court, the Judge would stand and say, "Good morning Mr. Goodman. The guy in the black robe did not intimidate him, because, as my father would say, "a man who Davens in front of Gd(Hashem) every day," has nothing to fear.
He had a passion for life, and he infused joy into every situation. He could interact with people from all walks of life. He was truthful, and fair with people, and they loved him for it. I had so many people at the Shiva House tell me stories of how my dear father helped them out with legal advice, even though they were unable to pay.
Fundamental to the core, he loved Yiddish, he loved Shabbat, and he loved history, especially Jewish History. My father was a walking history book; he could recite the date of nearly every major historical event. But Israel and her history was his first love, he was so happy to learn of my plans to make Aliyah, saying he wished all his children lived in Israel.
He called all his friends "Bubby," and he endeared himself to everyone he met. He was a Corpsman in the Navy, a celebrated Lawyer, a devout Jew, father to 9 children, grandfather to 35, and he never wasted a minute of life. The impact of his life force will be missed by the countless many in court, and in the "Goodman Auditorium," at Shul. But I knew him best, I loved him best, I am the devout Jew, and mother of 4, who never wastes a minute of life because of him, and I hope I made him proud.






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