Margot Rosenberg

To survive the Holocaust, Margot once recalled her father forging documents in order to leave Germany under the guise of a Swiss ski vacation. They left everything behind (save for what could fit in a suitcase) and began a years-long escape journey from Germany to London, then to Havana and then eventually to New York City via Ellis Island where she met her husband, Stuart Rosenberg, at NYU. They married in late summer on August 4, 1950 and share one son, Benjamin, born on October 11, 1955.

Following the rising success of Stuart's career in television and film, the Rosenbergs moved to Beverly Hills, CA where they built a full and vibrant life. An avid reader and news enthusiast, her keen intellect and sharp wit were of her strongest attributes. A homemaker and mother, Margot was both elegant and eloquent, a gourmand and an entertainer, and a true tastemaker in all regards. She was an aesthete who never failed to indulge in the things that make life worth living: good food, great conversation, good books, good shopping, good wine. Margot savored her time here, waking before the sun, sitting outside to read and enjoy a glass of Chardonnay whilst her dogs and family played in the garden and pool around her. She took her eggs runny, her bread and butter salted, and her coffee with skimmed milk. She abhorred Jello, ripped jeans, and Fox News. She knew that the little things should be beautiful and decadent, and the bigger things (antisemitism, bad journalism, and ignorance) should be railed against.

During her life, she witnessed countless wars, presidential assassinations, the women's movement, the fall of the Berlin wall, space exploration, the Aids epidemic and a global pandemic, the turn of the century and the technological revolution. She survived the Holocaust, multiple cancers, multiple falls and fractures, hospitalizations, the deaths of her parents, brother, her husband, and nearly all her close friends. She was formidable in the way that only women who survive these kinds of things can be.

She would be pleased to know that until the very close, she retained her dark sense of humor, her unmatched beauty, and her inimitable style. She was surrounded and is survived by her son, daughter in law Vivianne, grandchildren Keshiia, Adam, Cara, and David, her great-grandson, Jude, as well as Keshiia's husband/Jude's father, Kevin. She will always be remembered for her electric blue eyes, her "je nais se quoi", her intelligence, and her toughness.

She is deeply loved and will be deeply missed.

In her words, "Goodnight and good luck."