Our father, Murray Goldberg, would say that as soon as he emerged from the McClure Tunnel onto PCH and saw the Pacific Ocean at the end of his school day, the trials and tribulations of that day would miraculously disappear. He loved living in Pacific Palisades.
Our dad passed away Jan. 6, 2014, two months shy of his 91st birthday. Our mother, Mildred “Midge” passed away more than four years earlier.
He leaves behind two sons, Murray “Sandy” and Michael, their wives Susan and Janice, and his grandchildren Catherine and Donald as well as numerous relatives, friends and neighbors.
Our parents moved us to the Palisades in 1965.
Our memories – the Palisades 10K run, sitting curbside watching the Fourth of July parade, a barbeque in the backyard followed by fireworks that night at PaliHi, the battles with Standard Oil over drilling rights off the coast, the Hot Dog Show, Art Poole’s coffee shop, Mort’s Deli, the Bay Theater, neighborhood poker games, reading the Palisadian-Post and Dad’s semi-hidden stash of cigarettes he secreted away at the Pronto Market, his hair salon, and with Jimmy at the House of Lee – were all a part of the Goldberg family story.
In his later years, he and mom would attend the American Legion dinner-dances and enjoy dancing to the big band sound of their youth.
Yes, our dad loved living in Pacific Palisades.
(Editor’s note: The Goldberg Family requested that this obituary run a second time.)
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